WarriorCats (Forest Home)

[Alexander]

Thunderstrike had focused on nothing but to make sure that Firestar was safe from this point on. He battled with the two rogues and his leader beside him.

Betel charged, making a 360 turn and whacking his tail right into Onestar's wide eye, making him look away and grunt, the stinging sensation not nearly as bad as his broken ear, but good enough to make him flinch as Betel then pushed over Onestar's side. "You'll regret stealing my Deputy position!" He grinned, eyes may as well be red with bloodlust rushing through his veins as he immediately struck at the Windclan leader's neck with his mighty, large fangs. With enough courage and a sudden shockwave for survival, Onestar instantly used all of his strength to shoot up into a fighting stance, leaving Betel to be nearly falling over as he kept a hold of his grip. Onestar began to shake his head, making Betel bite harder and harder, unsheathing his claws and grasping at Onestar's body as much as he could, wanting him to die at last. The leader inched his way next to a fairly thick tree, his breathing turning into gasps of breath. The tom suddenly swung his body full force, making Betel let go of the leader's neck and nearly flung against the tree. Everything in Betel felt like it was shattering. His eyes were wide with sudden shock of pain coursing through his body. His eye slits densed as he tried as quickly as he could to mend over the amount of pain he was getting and use his weight to pin Onestar down, the two wrestling for their very lives at this point as both were in pretty bad shape. It was unclear as to who would dominate the other, as each was about the same speed, however Betel was obviously larger. The dark tom back kicked Onestar's lower jaw, shoving the cat away as much as he could so he could recover himself. Before Onestar could even blink, the rogue had begun raking at the cat's stomach, his claws fully unsheathed and his face filled with utmost fury. He backed up a few steps, hopped, and forced all of his weight down on the Windclan leader.
Onestar was nearly blinded and dazed at this point. Everything began to go numb. Before he thought this couldn't get much worse, he felt a heavy stone drop on him, making his head jolt up and his mouth to drop open, all the wind in his body had escaped, and it felt as if this rock wasn't coming off him anytime soon. It, in fact, felt dead, or heavier than usual. The leader went in full panic mode, trying to escape as he had no breath left in him, life flashing before his eyes, everything fading away from him...
He woke up again, but he didn't feel much better if anything, still no breath left in him. He felt the same stone on him, though this time he could feel a little more, the fur, the claws right on his neck. He no longer felt pain, just what was on him. The tom continued to choke, his body felt like it was fading yet again. He was confused, horribly confused. At last he fell asleep again.
Another time of awakening, he felt the same heavy object on him, though a lot heavier than usual. He could hear breath, very heavy, the breathing softened and he felt the large bodyweight intensify drastically as it all fell on him. He felt his own limbs moving, like he, by instinct, was trying to get up or to find a way to get this thing off of him. Still no breath, no, fading...

[StarWolf]

Cedarleaf widened his eyes and felt panic rise inside of him, threatening to engulf his being. Oh, no... not again. Please, not again... he began to mentally beg whatever spirits may be out there- he couldn't lose a friend, not after the first time. If he lost another... He would shatter. He quickly pushed his nose into Ravenfeather's fur, sniffing around for a pulse and felt an imense flood of relief. He hesitated, wondering what to do that could protect this cat in the middle of a battle. As he was contemplating this, a sudden weight hit him from behind, and he whirled around to see...
Cedarleaf blinked. Is that a kitten? The cat who had attacked him looked younger than Dawnpaw, and looked a lot skinnier. The kitten looked frightened, but its claws were unsheathed and it looked ready to jump the larger tom if needed. He sneered at the kitten, lashing out a forepaw. The kitten squealed and jumped away. "If you leave, I won't have to hurt you." The kitten bravely shook his head, causing the tomcat to sniff. What a pity...
Cedarleaf sprang at the smaller cat, holding his jaws around its scruff as it struggled vainly. After a few moments of struggling, the kitten finally went limp and the tom set him back down, the kitten racing away. Cedarleaf turned around, only to face another and larger paw swinging towards his muzzle.
"How dare you threaten my son!" The she-cat hissed, lunging at him again, this time catching the tom on his shoulder. He hissed as blood ran down his leg and splattered acorss the forest floor.
"Maybe you should teach your son to choose his battles!" he spat back, lunging his own unsheathed claws towards the warrior's throat. His fur caught in the other's pelt, whiskers away from splitting open her breathing pipe and she stumbled back. Her eyes widened as Cedarleaf leapt at her smaller and more wind-blown frame, digging his claws deep into her back. She screeched out in pain and tried to roll herself over, but the tom was to heavy, and she was forced to pleading as his claws went a second round down her back. The tearing of fur and blood only heightened Cedarleaf's senses, and he watched with heavy fascination as the blood began to pull under his claws. He only broke from his daze when he heard the she-cat screeching to be let go, and as he backed off of her, she ran off. He glanced down at his paws, only to see them covered in blood that was mixed with his own and enemy blood before turning back to defend his Teacher.
Springsand was grappling with another warrior next to the now passed out Ravenfeather, and Cedarleaf snarled and landed a blow across the enemy's cheeks, sending the other flying backwards. These cats are much too light... He turned to his sister when he heard a sudden intake of breath, her yellow eyes staring at his pelt in shock. There were huge gashes and clawmarks all down her brother's body, and yet... he didn't seem affected. "A-are you okay?"
"I'm fine; don't even feel a single one." His monotone voice was mixed with a slightly crazed rush of adrenaline from the fighting, and Springsand gulped before watching her brother kneel down to sniff his passed out clanmate.
(Aya gave me permission for this next part, by the way)
Cedarleaf gently gripped the fallen cat's scruff and silently signaled his sister to cover for him as he dragged the tomcat into the very thick undergrowth, where Windclan had not been able to enter. Maybe they aren't used to this kind of terrain... Once he was deeply burrowed into the brambles, he stopped dragging the black tomcat. The inside of the thicket was slightly hollow, but the thorns dragged at his pelt anyways- not like he could feel the wounds at the moment. Then he silently curled next to his teacher to wait for either the battle to end or his clanmate to wake up.

[Alexander]

The Windclan deputy, beaten up pretty bad, called for a retreat. The Winclan cats carelessly pushed off Betel and carried away their Winclan leader, that of which lost 3 lives due to Betel and his unconscious self. While the cats fought and wrestled, they seemed to have trailed off far, and Betel was left around the woods.. Somewhere. The battle seemed to be over now. Betel's group scented for their leader, even though some of them were pretty bad off, they carried on anyway.
Thunderstrike heaved himself toward the Warrior den. He knew that Firestar was okay, and was sure that he himself may be for the night. He simply plopped against the ground, tired, all the adrenaline had dried out, his body limp against the ground and the wound on his chest still bleeding. He didn't view it as too bad, however, and slowly fell asleep in the wet moss of his bed.

[Ayashe]

EDIT: ((OOC: ALEX THIS MUSIC IS SO AMAZING <3))


Ravenfeather can feel his scruff being tugged at and he wills himself to move, but nothing happens. It's like he's been sealed off from the world and all that remains is his mind, wondering without a frame to hold it in place. He's not sure how long he floats helplessly like this, but it feels like forever, and he wants to go back...
Ravenfeather stirs and instantly regrets it. His breath hitches at the pain that's everywhere. His throat is as dry as a bone, and his tongue feels like sandpaper. Then he notices the feel of fur against his own, and he tenses. Slowly, his mind identifies Cedarleaf and he can't help but let out a breath of releif.
His next act takes a huge amount of effort, if not to move his mouth, than to keep his thoughts in line. Whether it's from the battle or the fact that he is so close, Ravenfeather is not sure. "Is it over?" he manages, voice cracking with exhaustion.

[LunaWolf]

Mink ducked through the undergrowth; no way any Windclan cat was going to follow him through this stuff. Brambles caught on his fur as he walked, but he pushed onwards, ignoring them. Finally he emerged in the clearing, and paused for a brief moment to shake the burs from his fur. Afterwards, he scanned the area in front of him with his inky-black eyes, taking tally of any cats visible. It seemed he was alone for the time being, but he wasn't going to let his guard down, not again. Suddenly, his ears detected the sounds of footsteps and he quickly ducked into the foliage, hidden from view. A mass of cats were rushing for the border, toting what Mink assumed was their leader. Some cats may have given chase, but Mink was simply content to allow them to slip past. Suddenly, two pairs of eyes met as the Windclan leader cracked open his eyes and glanced in his direction. They both stared for a moment, and the fur on Mink's back bristled uncontrollably, before returning to normal as the other cat passed out of sight. Mink shuddered and gave a sigh, what was that about? He had never reacted in such a fashion before; allowing himself to be intimidated by another cat, let alone letting it show. He shook his head before turning to head for the den.

[StarWolf]

(( Don't die from the music, aya... o.o; ))
Cedarleaf pricks his ears when the cat beside him moves slightly, his own adrenaline rush coming down and therefor allowing the pain of his own wounds to reach his brain finally. "Yha.. I think they left." The silence outside was earie and he could vaguely hear his sister's call of 'all clear' through the thick bushes. "You okay?" He quietly questioned, leaning forward slightly to sniff the others fur, wincing slightly as his own wounds were irratated. Guess that's what I get for pretending all those enemies out there were my father... he thought to himself, yellow eyes breifly flashing to an angry golden at just the thought of the dark green eyed tabby tom.

[Ayashe]

((OOC: M-must..not die.... -dies- Oops.))

Ravenfeather blinks slowly and turns his head to the other now, trying to focus on Cedarleaf with his dim amber eyes. He notices a blotch of red on his brown fur and frowns. "You're hurt," he states simply, as if pointing out the color of the sky. Then he shakes his head again as that irritating fog begins creeping up around the edges. "And I'm fine.."
He pushes himself up into a sitting position and gazes out towards the clearing, not exactly sure where he is. Ravenfeather attempts to swallow, but it only makes his throat hurt more, so he settles for breathing slowly. "Dawnpaw, " he mutters, blinking again as if trying to focus on something that isn't there. Then he yawns and lays back down curling up beside Cedarleaf without a care in the world, despite his stringing injuries.
No matter, though. They've already begun to go numb.

((OOC: If that seems a little weird to anyone, it's because Raven is supposed to be acting and thinking a bit weird at the moment. xD))

[StarWolf]

(( Ayyaaaa, why you no listen? First the Frolic Bread, then this...))
Cedarleaf blinked slightly, confused slightly at Ravenfeather's obvious comments. He watched as the other cat curled into his own body, and for a moment his vision was replaced with a much different and smaller tom cat- a Himyalayan kitten with four white toes, sleeping peacefully. The sudden chill that went down his spine broke his calm mood.
I'm already breaking my promise, aren't I? Im replacing him... and I didn't even realize it.
The dark brown tom swallowed the lump in his throat, and watched as the raven-furred cat sank into a what he hoped was just a slumber. He then realized how numb his own body had gone, and how his vision was beginning to go blurry. He moved himself until he was as close as possible to the warmth of another cat before sinking into his own slumber, not even caring about the obvious fact that he was very likely to freak the other out at his odd sleep induced need for warmth.
Kin never minded... so why should Raven? He allowed his dreams to enter his mind, both memories and never obtained wishes swirling around in his mind, blurring together to form the one spark of happiness he had ever had in his late kit-hood.
Of course, he never noticed how his dreams began to stray and he was walking in a dark unlit forest, the silouette of a cat just ahead of him, but also not. He felt the familiar warning prickles that this cat was his father...
But he also wasn't. This cat had fiery, blood soaked amber eyes- not reptillian green. The strange shadow blinked once, and Cedarleaf fell into a dreamless sleep.

((Not sure if I ever mentioned it before, but... Cedarleaf/Nik tends to cuddle to the nearest source of warmth in his sleep. ._. Just another totally manly trait of his.. X3))

[Alias]

I knew I should've updated earlier...

Talla stepped back, watching as the WindClan leader was beaten by her clan-mates, and then carried away. She frowned. She'd wanted to say something to him. Probably a taunt, or 'I told you so' but she guessed Onestar had learned that lesson the hard way, and bounded off to check her clan-mates. She nosed through everyone, and then left Wolfeye to do the rest. She started chasing off the intruders, making sure no one was left.
Jaypaw went around, trying to wake cats up. "You can't go to sleep untreated!" He said to them, and licked healing juice into their wounds and bound them up woth cobwebs. Leafpool was in elders den, checking everyone else.

[Ayashe]

Ravenfeather's short nap was filled with dreams of icy cold, windswept slopes. He shivered in his sleep, despite Cedarleaf sleeping right beside him. He wished for something to warm his paws. They were so cold it they stung, and his ears were freezing.
So cold, so cold.
He started at the sound of Jaypaw scolding some other members and rushing to treat them. Ravenfeather couldn't have known that he was running a fever, and he didn't think to alert Jaypaw in his groggy state. Let him treat the others. I can't be any worse off than they...
In truth, Cedarleaf was probably the only reason he was able to think and move with the wound in his neck, but Ravenfeather couldn't see the damage Leopardstar had done that would probably leave a few small scars. If it healed properly, that is. He was sure to catch infection if something wasn't done about it.
Feeling restless and like he had something to attend to, Ravenfeather got to his paws rather shakily, and stumbled into the clearing.

Dawnpaw gasped and leaped up from her resting place. She seemed to have avoided the worst of the battle, but her ear was nicked and a small puncture wound on her hind leg gave her a slight limp. However, both injuries and been tended to by Leafpool.
The little she-cat made her way over to her brother, avoiding a few injured cats who lay in the clearing, either awaiting treatment or simply resting. She was releived to see Ravenfeather, but as she got closer, the full extent of his injuries became clear.
"Ravenfeather! What in StarClan's name are you doing just standing there?"
When the black tom doesn't even look at her, despite the fact she's practicly yowling at him, she dashes off to find Jaypaw or Leafpool. She spots the blue-gray tom first and skids to a stop beside him and begins speaking in a panicked rush, "My brother needs your help or he's gonna die and I don't know where Leafpool is or if she can even do anything you gotta help him Jaypaw I can't even get him to look at me and his neck is all red and and-" She stops, her lungs seeming to have finally run out of oxygen after the long string of words, and gasps for breath.

[Alias]

Jaypaw turned his head towards the direction of Dawnpaw's voice. "Calm down, I'm coming," he said. He trotted inside the medicine cat den and snatched up some herbs, then padded outside to meet Dawnpaw again. "Where is he?"

Can't write much, it's pretty late.

[Alexander]

As Thunderstrike was in his groggy state, sitting there with eyes nearly closed, he let the apprentice medicine cat lick the medicine onto his chest and cover his wound with cobwebs. The yellow warrior, tired and regretting just about everything, fell asleep standing up, his head tilted slightly to the left.

A while later a fairly irritated and pained groan escaped Betel's lips as he awoke. He knew that most of his pain was numbed, however the small bit of pain was enough to tell that he was pretty bad off. He may as well look like a zombie as he groaned with each step, coughing blood along the way. He forgot about most of the battle with Onestar, but it seemed pretty close nonetheless. He proudly considered himself the reason that Windclan left, and just simply left it with that. He scented for the Thunderclan camp and continued on, his body twice as heavy as it had ever felt like, and his eyes intense with a mix of crazed feelings, madness, and to simply put it; anger. As he made his way back, he found a group member of his that was sniffing the ground like crazy. The sound irritated his sensitive ears, and so he grunted loud enough for the male to hear him. The tom's head shot up, eyes wide to see his leader there, looking as if he'd been tortured and battered by a twoleg or something. He tom assisted his leader back to camp, the leader lazily and, probably more than he should have, leaned against the weaker tom, making it a bit longer to make it to camp. "We need help." The tom said, hoping the medicine cat or anyone was nearby to hear as they entered the camp area. Betelgeuse's irritated expression deepened madly. "I don't need any medicine! I can heal on my own!" He growled, scaring his warrior half to death. His usual attitude grew back on him, and the pain surging through his body only made things worse.

[Ayashe]

((OOC: Would you mind if I RP Leafpool while you're gone, then? I'll have her tend to Betel.))


Dawnpaw nodded, whipped around and led Jaypaw to her elder brother. The black cat was laying down where she'd left him, eyes closed. She darted forward and put at paw on his shoulder, shaking him gently. "Hey, I got Jaypaw, wake up you useless lump of fur."
Ravenfeather barely moves, but his eyes are open now and he fixes them on the blurred shapes of the two apprentices. "I just went to sleep. There's no way it's dawn already..." he mutters irritably, but manages to sit up. Dawnpaw frowns at him, confused by his words.

[Alexander]

(Leafpool is a NPC, so no one can reall "own" her. d: )

[Ayashe]

((OOC: I know, It's just I didn't want to jump in and take over control of her without saying anything in advance.))