Remembering he was back at camp, Bearfur smiled. "It was a little messier than expected, but we came out victorious." Licking at a cut on his pawpad, he let a dark frown cross his face before he looked up at Nightfang. "I acted foolishly, though," he grimaced. "I didn't size up properly. I was just... I was furious that they knocked Emberfang down so harshly. I hate seeing others hurt so bad. And Fawntail was so nervous and..." Bearfur trailed off and shook his head angrily. "I felt helpless," he finished, watching Darkwhisker help out Emberfang. Realizing his actions would probably make Nightfang nervous, he gave her a reassuring smile. "But no casualties this time 'round."
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okay, then. unfortunately loving an idiot who doesn't love me back. but i'm not falling. i just kind of... am. .
Nightfang frowned back at Bearfur, "I could have helped you... We make a good team remember?" She grinned slightly, trying to seem reassured. Still she was scared for her clan. A though occurred to her, "You don't know do you?" Her eyes grew wide, "Troutheart has died... Tigerclan killed him." Her voice died in her throat as the pain of grief set in. Troutheart wasn't to much older than her and he had been a loyal warrior. "I sure hope Starclan does exist. He deserves rest..."
Before he could respond, Nightfang told him of Troutheart's passing. Hissing, he turned his head away as he closed his eyes. Bearfur hated battles. He hated losing control of himself -- of others. He hated a lot of things at the moment. Staring down at his paws, he wished that these paws would never kill again, though he knew he was just lying to himself. "If StarClan exists, I hope they help us," he muttered, looking at his friend. Casualties, injuries, battles and noise. All things he knew would soon be his friend, foe and savior all in one. "I hope that we can perservere and come out of this alive," he added, staring up at the sky. "But there is no promises," Bearfur reminded Nightfang.
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okay, then. unfortunately loving an idiot who doesn't love me back. but i'm not falling. i just kind of... am. .
Nightfang nodded softly at his words. Right now even he was somber and full of grief. It was strange but also comforting to know that he had more than his happy mode. She brushed her tail across his large shoulders and mewed softly, "So long as the clan stays together, not even Tigerclan's... No, not even the Dark Forest cats of legend could stop us." She nodded her head softly before joining the rest of the clan in their time to grieve over their fallen clan mate. She gently whispered the old words, "May Starclan light your path, Troutheart."
OOC: I gotta go to bed now Resta ;D I have to go to a funeral for the next two days but I should be on tomorrow from morning until afternoon. After that I will be absent for a day ;D Keep everyone in line while I'm gone X3
ooc; will do! i actually have to hit the hay, too. i'm on a bus tour of california and we leave tomorrow, bright and early to make it to l.a. i should be on tomorrow morning though because my phone is my savior. ^^ and i'm sorry for you loss, ebbs.
ic; "StarClan help us," Bearfur grimaced as he watched Emberfang saunter to speak to Hornetstar. Darkwhisker healing him passed in a blur. Actually, he stopped paying attention to a lot of things, lost in his own thoughts. For once, when the gentle giant tripped and fell, he did not laugh about it. Rather, he laid there, useless until someone came and nudged him to move. He understood the gravity of the situation. Paying his respects to Troutheart, he bowed. "If there is a StarClan... may they take you into their arms," he whispered, turning away to retreat to the edges of camp. He knew he was being an unstable, emotional, cry-baby, annoying wreck but honestly, he could have cared less about what his clanmates thought of him. Plus, the sudden retreat was concerning him. "Why would they just suddenly disperse?" Bearfur asked no one.
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okay, then. unfortunately loving an idiot who doesn't love me back. but i'm not falling. i just kind of... am. .
Cliffstep limped around the hollow, trying to walk off the pain of what he thought was a pulled muscle. He'd just overheard that Troutheart was dead, and anger boiled inside of his already fiery heart. TigerClan had officially gone too far. It was in the warrior code, and the young tom recited the memorized line silently to himself.An honorable warrior does not need to kill other cats to win his or her battles, unless they are outside the warrior code or it is necassary for self-defense. (I hope theses guys still have a warrior code, too...)So why had they done it? To send LionCland a message? That was just pathetic and low! Cliffstep growled softly to himself, still limping, waiting for his turn to see Featherheart or Darkwhisker.
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Hornetstar nodded slowly after Emberfang related to him the events of the battle. "Their sudden retreat," he started, "is... troubling." His brows furrowed in deep thought. "I don't understand their plot but we will get to the bottom of this." He turned and looked at his deputy. "For now send everyone to bed but set up a sentry duty schedule. We don't want them attacking us in our sleep without warning first." Emberfang nodded swiftly before limping away. Hornetstar looked out to the tunnel entrance and growled, "What are you up to Darkstar?" His tail flicked back and forth before he turned and bounded up the rockfall in to his den.
Nightfang watched for a moment as Emberfang set up sentry duty. The cats that had gone in to battle weren't called for this duty. However, all those who had stayed behind were. Nightfang's post was set up for their early morning, an hour or so before the sun rose. She nodded to herself and padded in to the warrior's den to get some shut eye. Tigerclan wasn't getting in to their camp, not under her watch.
Username: Acciebird (I know wierd name) Character Name: Blackear Rank: Warrior Age: 26 moons Gender: She-cat Appearance: A slender she-cat with lean muscles built for speed not strength. Her fur is soft and tender but there is a few patches of wired, messy fur. SHe is like any ordinary she-cat. SHe has white fur with black ears and tail tip, with bright amber eyes. Other: She gets nervous around the leader.
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cousin: *sniffs my dog* "You smell like bagels".
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cousin: "I love you because you smell like bagels!"