Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

Goldheart · ThunderClan Warrior

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Darkflight · Loner

"Oh, I'm fine. I could blast them with a bit of sound- knock around their attention span for a bit. It'll make your job easier." He waved it off with a shrug. "And you sound like you don't think I'm up for a round of dodge-bullet." A pause. "Did that sound strange to you?"
A small chuckle.
"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go."

Duskstar · ThunderClan Leader

Painter spun around, one paw raised, ready to hit her. He moved closer, his snarling feline face inches from hers. "Do you really want to mess with me? I could just get you kicked out of operations. Or maybe kick you out of Team Beta. Oh, that would hurt huh? Having to be separated from Shepard. Maybe it would keep him safer. Maybe he's in this trap because you ran off, and he said, 'Hey Anya, come take care of these guy- oh wait, she's not here, we're dead.' Maybe it's because you're so unreliable that he's in this mess, that your team is dead. And they aren't coming back honey." He watched her, waiting for her to make one more remark.

-- Edited by Duskstar on Monday 17th of August 2009 04:57:50 AM

Darkflight · Loner

"Painter, Painter," He said, title thrown out the window, "We're on a rescue mission, and you know how much I love to get the danged job done, you know? So let's GO. You guys won't be of any use if you let anger get the best of you."
A slight slur decorated his tone as he spoke, mind still recoiling from that frantic barrage just a few minutes before.

Goldheart · ThunderClan Warrior

Anya shrunk back against the wall. Tears filling her eyes, but she refuse to let them fall. She didn't have anything in her to bring her to look angry at him. He just told her, that her entire team was dead, because of her. How was she supposed to respond? What was she supposed to say? Shock filled her body at his harsh words. "Fine Painter! You win! Get away from me!" She felt her eyes burning and her heart breaking. He was right. She could have used her ability to save her team. But she had to run off, like she always did. She was always running, never thinking. She felt a single tear fall down her cheek but looked away from the snarling face of Painter.

Darkflight · Loner

"Are we done being loud and obnoxious yet? I'm sure people who are trapped and in danger do not like to /wait/ for help. Nor do they like their help being discovered and /destroyed./" A small, irritated twitch formed.
"Oh, and of course we're going to get away from you." He tilted his head, "It's not like we're going to stay here forever to argue with you. If you think speed is the only thing important in a rescue mission, you're sadly mistaken."

Duskstar · ThunderClan Leader

"Good. Stay here. Or I'll make those tears accompany real pain." Painter swung around and raced off, crossing the street quickly, making sure it was clear. "Sorry Shepard, had a little delay. We're coming in right now." He pushed through an open door, sniffing around, making sure no living agents were nearby. "Kein, you might want to get off. I'm not used to having to dodge for something four feet taller than I am at the moment." He padded up the stairs, pretty sure that that was where Shepard's team had run after being trapped in the building.

Goldheart · ThunderClan Warrior

Anya stared off after him. So she was suppossed to just stay here? Wait? For nothing? She brought her knees up to her chest, and lay her head in her knees. Why is it that everytime she thought she was doing the right thing someone had to tell her otherwise? In Painter's case, threaten her. Was she seriously that much of a mistake. "All I wanted to do was save Jason." She thought about what Painter had said, 'Maybe it's because you're so unreliable that he's in this mess, that your team is dead. And they aren't coming back honey' She knew they weren't coming back. But was she so unrealiable that she's the one who killed them all?

Darkflight · Loner

Kein slipped off, leg much better from those first few agonizing minutes of pain before before, of course, shock had settled in and numbed it. "Good. I can walk now." He muttered to himself, and secured the com to his ear, despite how he hated the mechanical thing.
The stairs, however, weren't the gift of God. Although he could walk normally again, his sore muscles spasmed with each step, and cold sweat started to fall.
"Commander," he gasped into the com, "Remind me not to warp a group of agents and do a long-distance communication within the same hour, please."

Duskstar · ThunderClan Leader

"Yeah....don't do that." Painter looked around, watching for any signs of movement. An agent stepped out of the end of the hallway where they were climbing the stairs, and before he had enough time to raise his gun, Painter was on him, ripping with claws and teeth. He finished with the agent and looked down the hall, deciding by its silence that no one was there. Shepard would have been shot at a few times if he was on this floor. He went up another set of stairs and looked around once more, noticing an agent before he ducked back into the stairwell. This floor was hot, crawling with agents.