Warrior Cats Roleplay with Zoketi [Private]

[Iri]

[Yas I do because I'm stupid. Sorry. I'll choose someone else next time. XDD]

Lilypaw nodded and started to take a few small bites from her mouse. She closed her eyes, deep in thought, but trying to push the negative thoughts away. She was almost positive she'd be accepted by StarClan- not trying to be arrogant. She just was trying to raise her self-esteem- it was quite low and it always had been. She hoped Whitepaw and Cloudpaw would be friendly- and maybe Blossompaw neutral, at least. She didn't really want any remarks about her size. But most- most- medicine cats were pretty nice, like her mentor.

Tawnystar growled. She was slightly shorter than Pebblestorm, but most WindClan cats were smaller than other Clan cats.
However, his response surprised her. At least he was being honest- not lying like a mouse-brain. But that didn't change his thieving. "Even in the flooding, don't you have rabbits and squirrels in your territories, Pebblestorm?" she challenged calmly. "After all, it's not like you're all living in the lake." Her claws slowly unsheathed as she rested her gaze from one RiverClan cat to another. She saw Turtlepaw lash his own tail, and she saw Crowflight starting to slide her claws out. And Greyflower was beside Crowflight, glaring at Tawnystar. Tawnystar knew quite well that the RiverClan patrol outnumbered her own. Fortunately, RiverClan didn't know Tawnystar's sign for Littlepaw to fetch help. It was a simple tail flick, not a lash or a swish. A sharp little flick.

[Zoketi]

[ Okay xD And I'm not gonna rp Bluestrike just yet, since they're not doing anything until a bit later. cx (cough laziness cough) ]

The pale tom glared at her. It was very obvious he was not in good health. His ribs showed on his rain-sleeked fur, and his eyes were sunken in. He licked his muzzle and flexed his claws against the muddy ground. "Rabbits keep to your lands. Squirrels have fled." he spat. He was scared of giving too much away. "We take what we need." he repeated. He wasn't afraid of a fight. But bloodshed in this state wasn't good. And there had to be other WindClanners around. Pebblestorm flattened his ears and flicked his tail against Crowflight's legs. The black she-cat hissed softly. Greyflower no longer tried to hide the mouse behind her paws, but merely stood, her dark grey fur bedraggled and soaked as they all were.

[Iri]

[It's okie XDD By the way, Lilypaw may or may not try to be nice to the RivieClanners and try to give them prey.. Hehehe.. c:<]

Tawnystar lifted her head defiantly. She knew Pebblestorm was a smart cat- he knew there would be other cats. But how many other cats? Only two, and that included an apprentice with little battle training. "Thieving?" she sneered. "I see that's it how you solve your problems. Why don't you get off of our lands before WindClan shows you what damage our claws really do?" She knew that was a pretty stupid threat. "Then again," she meowed, "you're strong cats. But, I see you're not in states of good health. Why don't your medicine cats take care of you? After all- you've got that fiery-tempered Blossompaw and your Splashfish." Her tail flicked. It was the signal for Littlepaw to go fetch help. But she needed Mothheart to stay there. She kept her firm gaze on Pebblestorm, her eyes narrowed and her jaws slightly parting to show her teeth. She realized she felt the slightest stab of pity for the RiverClan warriors- but then again, they were from different Clans. They weren't her concern.

[Zoketi]

[ -gasp- Lilypaw! xD ]

His ears pinned back, Pebblestorm glared back at the WindClan leader. "We'll fight for what we caught." he snarled at her, his neck fur bristling and his claws unsheathing now as well. Next to him, Crowflight leaned forwards. "Our medicine cats do all they can when the herbs are underwater." she spat, her tail lifted. Turtlepaw paced next to his mentor, Greyflower, while the she-cat kneaded the ground with her claws.

Littlepaw watched from the grass, her fear of a battle growing. Although she wanted to show the RiverClan trespassers that they were wrong, she felt a little sorry for how terrible they looked. Worse then WindClan. She pricked up when she saw Tawnystar's signal. Mothheart gave her a meaningful look, and then Littlepaw nodded and sprang away. She didn't glance back, but ran as fast as she could to camp. It was a good distance. She hoped desperately that no fight broke out while she was gone. RiverClan looked pitiful, but she was sure they could do damage to two cats. When she at last reached camp she burst in. "Tawnystar sent me! RiverClan's over the border, and they look like there'll be a fight! We need more warriors!"

[you can be a random cat replying to her xD]

[Iri]

[xDD And yas, she might. But I'll think further about it. Also, I'm thinking Tawnystar allows RiverClan to take the food after a small fight. No casualties or whatever. And by a few days the rain should stop. Sound good? Because no matter how much I love WindClan, I also love RiverClan and I don't want RiverClan to starve. <3]

Tawnystar flicked her tail. In her eyes she had sympathy and pity for the RiverClan cats. They were still muscular and strong. But she couldn't just take the prey from them. She did have to teach them a lesson though- show them that they weren't permitted to barge in whenever they wanted. But they were hungry, and if a small battle broke out, she didn't care who won- she'd let them take the prey. It wasn't like WindClan needed it. "I feel just slightly bad for you," she hissed. Through her sympathy for RiverClan, she also felt a prick of hostility. Though this time she'd allow them to take the prey, she would not be so lenient next time. She needed to bide time. "It's a shame," she went on, "hearing about RiverClan's troubles. But I'm not perfect ThunderClan. I don't take kindly to trespassers."

Brightspeckle, a fairly new warrior, shot up. "I'll go," she announced. "How about Shadepelt comes along?" She looked expectantly at the dark-pelted cat. He was a rather experienced warrior- he'd know how to deal with trespassers, of course. Brightspeckle tilted her head at Littlepaw. There was no time to waste- they had to move quickly.

[Zoketi]

[ Mhm! ]

Pebblestorm bared his teeth. He didn't want sympathy. Next to him, Crowflight spat at the ground again and lashed her tail violently. A battle was imminent, he thought. As Tawnystar went on he leaned forwards, growling softly. No other WindClan cats had appeared, but he was certain as soon as he made a threatening move they would appear. It didn't matter. He'd fight for this prey. Lifting his tail, he gave a signal to fight. Crowflight launched herself towards the WindClan leader, followed by Greyflower and Turtlepaw. Pebblestorm jumped forwards as well, hissing.

Littlepaw stood still, her sides heaving from her run. A senior warrior, Creamfeather, rushed over as well to assert control. He glanced from Brightspeckle to Littlepaw, then to Shadepelt who stood nearby, among the rest of the warriors who'd heard the call. "I'm coming too," he growled, eyeing Brightspeckle harshly for a moment before staring at the apprentice. "Lead on, Littlepaw." The white apprentice spun around and darted out of camp, followed by the three cats. She ran as fast as she could, knowing Tawnystar and Mothheart depended on her speed.
After a painfully long run she approached the border, and was greeted by the sound of fighting. Her heart dropped, and she raced on, letting the long-legged Creamfeather pass her as he headed to join the fight. She knew she wasn't to fight, so she slowed down as Brightspeckle and Shadepelt went on to help.

[Iri]

Tawnystar yowled and leaped aside. Fortunately, being WindClan meant she was smaller, but faster. She dodged their claws and spat, fur rising, claws unsheathing. She swiped them threateningly at Pebblestorm. She didn't want to screech "Help", for that would make her look weak. So instead she gave one shrill, ear-splitting shriek and waved her tail around as if taunting Pebblestorm; but it was to try to signal her warriors. Over the scent of angry cats she could just smell her warriors' scents.
"I can tell you don't want sympathy, but I won't give it to you," she mocked. "That's a shocker, honestly- I thought all RiverClan cats practically begged for sympathy."
It was a weak taunt, really- but she had many more on her mind.

[This sounds unfair, but I don't really want any RivieClannies to die of starvation.]

[Zoketi]

The pale grey tabby snarled as he spun around, facing the leader again. His patrol ran towards her again. There was no way she could fight four cats alone, even four skinny starving cats. "You thought wrong!" he hissed at her, lashing out his claws again. However, he heard racing steps and saw a second WindClan cat speeding their way--the deputy, Mothheart. The she-cat quickly jumped in to help Tawnystar. But it was still unequal. Pebblestorm advanced on the two of them, Crowflight by his side and Turtlepaw and Greyflower flanking. The brief pause in battle allowed the cats to catch their breath, but after a moment Pebblestorm charged Mothheart. The two cats battled furiously, neither able to gain upper ground. Crowflight and the two others attacked Tawnystar. Yet just a short while later a battle cry rang out, and Pebblestorm looked up to see three more WindClanners sprinting down towards the fight.
This made Pebblestorm loose his grip on Mothheart, and the slim she-cat wriggled free and swiped her paw over his face, making him stumble back with a screech. Creamfeather sprang down on Crowflight, tugging her away from the leader--who'd been swarmed by the three RiverClan cats. Brightspeckle and Shadepelt faced off against Greyflower and Turtlepaw.

Littlepaw crouched in the grass, trying to watch but stay hidden as well. She was frightened for her Clan, but also wishing she could join in and help. But she had next to no battle training, so she knew she'd be more of a hindrance than help. The apprentice sighed and lowered her head, her feelings mixed.

[Iri]

[Sorry if I make WindClan seem too overpowered right now. xD]

After a long while of fighting, Tawnystar pinned Pebblestorm. Though she would never admit it, he had put up a good fight. She snarled aggressively. "Take your prey and run like the whimpering kittypets you are," she spat at him. "We don't want fresh-kill tainted with RiverClan saliva." She narrowed her eyes at him dangerously and sheathed her claws very slowly.
Lashing her tail, she glared at the rest of the RiverClanners, her eyes narrowed to slits and her ears flattened. Her pointed teeth were bared as she drew her lips back and let out a hostile snarl, followed by a low growl. She knew Littlepaw was hiding- that was good. She didn't want her apprentice getting hurt.

[Zoketi]

[ It's okay ]

Mothheart and Brightspeckle were locked in combat with Greyflower now, while Turtlepaw was struggling against Shadepelt, and Crowflight and Creamfeather were still battling like furious hares, neither able to get an advantage. However, when they noticed Pebblestorm beneath the WindClan leader, the fighting came to a silent halt. Pebblestorm himself was still wriggling to get free, his ears pinned against his head and his tail lashing angrily. "Get off." he hissed, lifting his hind legs and kicking against her. Behind him, Turtlepaw had scrambled away from Shadepelt, and Greyflower was a distance away from being chased by the two WindClan she-cats. Crowflight and Creamfeather stood nearby, glaring at each other. But at Tawnystar's words Crowflight backed away, picking up Greyflower's miserable scrap of prey.
Mothheart and Brightspeckle headed back towards their leader, and Shadepelt joined them. Pebblestorm twisted and escaped Tawnystar's hold, scooting away and spitting. He gave the leader a last burning look, then waved his tail. Crowflight and Turtlepaw headed after him, and Greyflower joined them as they crossed the border, moving into the marshy grass and out of sight.

Littlepaw was relieved to see the fight end at last. She straightened up a little, stretching to see over the tufts of grass. No one had been seriously hurt, she could tell, but Shadepelt had a nasty bite on his flank and Mothheart bore some jagged scratches on her muzzle. The white apprentice ducked her head and sighed shakily, then lifted her head back up and licked her muzzle, waiting for the patrol to join her.