Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

Goldheart · ThunderClan Warrior

RE: Nighthawks -STARTED, 2 SPOTS LEFT, BETA TEAM OTHERS- IMPORTANT INFO PAGE 3

Duskstar · ThunderClan Leader

"Shepard can take care of his crew, they'll be fine. Let's just get back to headquarters with the blueprints we have. Crowe will be satisfied." He paused mid-stride, checking back to see his crew starting up after him. He saw Serenity on her way, and Anya was coming too. They'd made it out of this one, alive. "Let's hope there's not a leak."

Goldheart · ThunderClan Warrior

OOC: Question. Do Beta and Alpha have different headquartes?

Onyxfeather · ShadowClan Warrior

She nodded and Annabella raced after him, " Okay let's go. " She raced through the streets with Painter only a few steps in front of her. Her black hair streamed out from under her helmet. Her shadow wasn't showing because she was always in the shadows. " So how's your leg? " She asked Painter. She saw it was bleeding. Her muscles ached afterwards. She felt sick.

-- Edited by Onyxpaw on Friday 14th of August 2009 09:37:46 PM

Duskstar · ThunderClan Leader

Ooc: Same headquarters, same organization. xD Just different teams.

Ic: "I said, it's fine," Painter explained, trying not to lost patience. The rubble of a destroyed building showed up on the horizon, a scraggly line of broken walls. That was his team's entrance to headquarters. Each team was given a different entrance, should a teammate get captured, that team's entrance is sealed. If that should happen, Logan would give them instructions on a new entrance. That sealed entrance would never be reused, turning into a pile of dirt. Painter's entrance was in the disowned building right next to the rubble, and he turned in, rushing into the darkness of the old building. It was a warehouse, full of boxes that had never been used. He slowed down to a trot, his forepaw finally hurting, and turned around behind one large crate. He pushed the crate next to it, and it's wall opened to show a code. Painter typed his team's code in with a claw and the wall of the large box opened, showing stairs. He padded down the stairs and entered a long hallway going down, past the rubble, deeper and deeper. The tunnel finally took him to the control and operations room of the Nighthawks. Painter reached up to his throat and a little device clicked, changing from earpiece only, to normal speaking volume. "We got the blueprints," he grunted, turning to his older brother, Logan Warren.

Goldheart · ThunderClan Warrior

Anya followed the members of the Alpha team and then parted to her entrance. Where were her other teammates? They were probably fighting in a different part of the alley. But of course, she seemed to always manage to seperate from them. She took advantage of her speed at times. Luckily, she knew ther code to they're entrance, since she was second in command. She was expecting to see some of her teammates at the door, but saw none. She made her way through.

Lilyspirit · RiverClan Warrior

ooc:; Jeez! I don't know where to jump in anymore! I tried reading it, but I havea friend nagging me about being on at the same time. xD Could I wait until tomorrow? It's too hot to be on the computer today. :[

Tutelasoul · ThunderClan Warrior

Serenity stood silently behind Painter, and perfectly still, though in her mind she was fidgeting madly, itching to get to healing their wounds. Never mind her own, she was fine...but blood was still slowly flowing from Painter's leg; though he insisted it was fine, she knew how easily it could turn very un-fine. Moving for the first time since she had walked in, she crossed her left arm over her body, fingering the medical kit on her right shoulder again.

Goldheart · ThunderClan Warrior

Anya made her way quickly and quietly into the room. Still not finding any of her teammates. She stood quietly next to Serenity. She fidgeted with the hem of her shirt. She was nervous about where Jason was. And where was Molly? She tried her best not to show her worry. She knew they were all right..

Duskstar · ThunderClan Leader

A man with close-cropped blond hair turned around from looking at a number of screens. "Did you get caught?" He asked, an eyebrow raised at Painter's injury.
"Ambush," Painter grunted, sitting down. He pushed the tube of blueprints off his shoulder and rolled it to Painter's chair. "Those are my blueprints. The rest of the team has more, and a few have some examples." He looked around. Sarah Nighthawk was not in the room. She usually stayed to oversee missions, but not this time. "Where's Director Nighthawk?" He asked.
"She's in a meeting, discussing defense strategies. The worrying possibility that any of our elite teams may be captured, on a mission during an attack, or...put out of commission, has risen up, and they are working on defense strategies they could incorporate if headquarters was attacked. It will involve more training," he sighed, pushing up the glasses that rested on his nose.