Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

Lilyspirit · RiverClan Warrior

RE: Nighthawks -STARTED, 1 SPOTS LEFT, BETA TEAM OTHER- IMPORTANT INFO PAGE 3

Duskstar · ThunderClan Leader

Ooc: Dx *sigh* Alright. That leaves... urm, both teams with three members. I guess it'll do. Hmm. Maybe I'll get...hang on *needs to do head math* I might ask the others on both teams to pick a higher position and switch teams depending on if they do.

Darkflight · Loner

RE: Nighthawks -STARTED, 3 SPOTS LEFT, BETA TEAM OTHER, HEALERS- IMPORTANT INFO PAGE 3

Duskstar · ThunderClan Leader

Ooc: Great~ I'll ask Onyxpaw if she'd be okay with being on the Beta team then~

Darkflight · Loner

ooc.

Modifying my bio, then owo

Ebonycloud · WindClan Deputy

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

Duskstar · ThunderClan Leader

Ooc: I'm going to bed, but I shan't be on at all tomorrow, so yeah. This can't go too far, cause I haven't given out the next mission? xD See you all later tomorrow or on Monday~ AND IXIE, WOULD YOU MIND BEING THE BETA HEALER? Kay, just had to make sure she saw that o3o

Ebonycloud · WindClan Deputy

"Come in! Come in!" growled the ever husky voice of Commander Shepard. "Darn it!" he snarled, "Is any one listening to this!" The comlink was riddled with static as the commander called in. He took his hand off the comlink and held his gun closer in frustration. "Command! I am pinned down! I was seperated from my team. We have six men down. Mayday! Mayday! Come in command!" Jason's face grimaced harshly as a bullet whizzed by his hiding spot around a corner and hit him in the shoulder. A few bodies of his comrades lay strewn about in the crumbled hallway from where they had entered the building. Commander Shepard was that last from his seperated group. They had walked in to a trap. "Command, i am in the northwest sector of the building. Im pinned down! Come in!"

Goldheart · ThunderClan Warrior

As Anya set near everything she heard something. Almost like batches of static as if there was something in the control room trying to get through. She looked around, and everyone, who is usually in that part of the command room was out here in the living quarters, because of all the hype and the blood and injuries. No one was usually allowed in the control room unless supervised. But, it wasn't like she was going to steal anything andy they knew that. She slipped off and went straight to the control room, and looked at the equipment. The static still ringed on. She began to read what buttons were, what they were used for. She saw one light, that flashed red everytime the static came on. It was there for one moment, gone the next. She looked at the top section of where the red blinking light was at. 'Cmmtns'. A puzzled look crossed her face. What was this board for? What was 'Cmmtns?' She looked at the side of the bored, that was lined up with the red light, 'Shprd'. Again, another word that didn't make sense. The static came on again, but this time, it was different. It sounded like there was a voice on the other side, she heard 'Northwest....buliding....in'. Confused again, she sent her mind racing. Browsing through books she'd read trying to make sense of all of this. She went through the horror stories, and the sci fi horrors, trying to remember if there was anything like this. Within 10 seconds she realized. 'Communications!' She looked over at the 'Shprd'. She pondered for a moment, and when she heard the static come back on, it was the same message repeated before, but a little clearer. Her mind stopped and she froze. 'Jason!' Her head rang out. She searched for a communication back button but knew it would take a bit to find it. "Painter! Sarah! Someone! Jason is trying to radio in!" She had to help him, no way she was going to let him get captured. He still had most of their team! Plus he was her leader. She couldn't, she could save him. She could get him out of this mess. And if anyone was to try and stop her...So help them.

Ebonycloud · WindClan Deputy

Jason glanced around the corner he was at. His team was dead. He had never lost a team before this point. He had lost friends on his team, but never under his command. Yet the grimace on his face wasnt for the loss of his fellow man. No the bullet wound in his shoulder was beginning to close up and reform. The soilders on his team knew the risks of joining the Nighthawks. He himself had died he didnt want anyone to mourn him. He wanted them to say things like, 'He fought hard. He knew what he was getting in to. I'll miss him but its time to get on with the mission.' He gripped his gun tighter. He had to get out of that building. He wouldnt be able to survive at this rate. With a growl he whirled around the corner and let off many rounds. With each shot he scored against heads and chests of his enemies with pinpoint accuracy. The hall way was clear but he had a while until he was out in the open again. He moved at a near crouch down the crumbled hall, hiding behind large mounds of concrete for cover. He didnt even bother calling command again. They couldnt hear him. There was to much static.