Swiftpaw - Pro-clan (Riverclan) - A. Deputy - Medium - Fighting (?)
Maikol - Anti-clan (Scarclan) - GM Knight - Hard - Fighting (?)
Sierraverse - Pro-clan (Windclan) - T. Deputy - Hard - Fighting (?)
Northernpaw - Pro-clan (Windclan) - Apprentice - Medium - Fighting (?)
Autumnshower - Anti-clan (Scarclan) - Member - Hard - Fighting (?)
SWIFTPAW!
Pick apart the pieces of your heart and let me peer
inside. Let me in where only your thoughts have been
let me occupy your mind, as you do mine.
Her heart was racing a thousand miles an hour, clear lapis eyes narrowed to a mere slit, and claws seething into the tightly packed dirt as she raced beside the multitude of cats that had leagued within this raid. Swiftpaw had confronted her best friend Mercurypaw about this . . . how her own sister Bearstar had been taken away . . . and if there was any possibility that he knew something that she could have used to her advantage. The Bloodclanner hadn't been of much help, and knowing him, he wouldn't have betrayed his clan for something as petty as she. They were both nearly the age of warriors now . . . It was time they took their serrate ways.
Trying to force those uncomfortable thoughts out of her head, the exiled Riverclan deputy gritted her teeth as she pumped her legs against the ground, breifly casting a glance out of the corner of her eye towards the others. Scarclan was in for the time of their life. She'd make damn sure of it.
MAIKOL!
You think you know a story, but you only know
how it ends. To get to the heart of the story,
you have to go back to the beginning.
"Saga!" His voice was heavy and compared, deep breaths billowing out from his lips as large sun-wisped eyes gazed hastily across the walls of the Castle. He couldn't find her. He just couldn't find her! "Damnit Saga, where are you?!"
The Grandmaster Knight was unable to think straight as he heard the yowls coming from outside, his pelt bristling to twice it's normal height, and claws tearing hell into the carpeted ground. Maikol couldn't believe he already lost sight of her . . . it was already moments ago when he was trying to comfort her . . . but now? She was gone. He couldn't do this. He couldn't go into battle if he didn't know Saga was safe.
Pinning his ears to his skull, Kol snarled feverishly to himself as he bit his lower lip, ears perked and heart racing. The sounds of their paw steps were getting closer . . . And he knew he couldn't wait forever. "Please Saga. Where are you?"
SIERRAVERSE!
It's everything you wanted, it's everything you don't,
it's one door swinging open it and one door swinging closed.
Some prayers find an answer some prayers never know.
We're holding on and letting go.
Blood coursed through her veins, every fine hair on her pelt bristling as her heart thumped like a beating hammer against her rib cage - threatening to burst from where it stood. After finally managing to escape from Bloodclan's claws, the Windclan deputy had learned plenty about this plotted raid. It was f*****g time they got back what was theirs. After losing their only home, their family . . . Sierraverse couldn't have thought of a worst fate.
With hind legs thrusting against the uprooted soil behind her, the calico she-cat trudged forward with the others, lapis blue eyes narrowed to a mere slit, and torso heaving as she ran beside Plasmaflare. After forcing her kits to stay under the protection of one of the Darkclan queens, Sierra's mind had been partly at peace. Clearkit, Battlekit, Winniekit, Rootkit, Dawnkit, Inceptionkit and Skykit. All of her kittens . . . they were safe. While she laid her life on the line for those few names . . . she had to keep reminding herself why she was here.
She was here for her family. For her family. For her clan, and for herself.
Throwing those thoughts into the air, the Windclan temporarily deputy wasted no more heedless time, and as the gates of the castle soon began to appear within her vision, Sierraverse threw herself forward with outstretched limbs - slamming her weight against the passage walls. Her black lips tightened into a snarl, a set of defined sharp teeth divulging as she continued ratting herself forward, projecting her paws against the wooden gates.
NORTHERNPAW!
Stranger you've followed me so far, until the roads converged,
as did the stars. Stranger the moon looks blue tonight,
your photo framed, raw within my mind, but not tonight.
"Lets get rid of these f*****g bastards!"
His throat hurt, and his voice rang. But he ignored that pain - he had to keep going; he had to keep going for his mother . . . his mother, Gravelstar. She was here somewhere in the castle . . . no less caged into whatever vile pit they had in store for her and the others. All he needed was for her to be back home where she belonged. At her family's side . . . with him.
Throwing a single paw in front of the other, dark green eyes narrowed as Northernpaw, the eldest son of Gravelstar and Cyanthro, trudged through the murk beside the raid, diligence and pure malevolence clear in his inquisitive gaze. He'll give these f****** something to remember him by.
AUTUMNSHOWER!
you and I are underdosed and we're ready to fall, raised to be
stupid, taught to be nothing at all. I don't like the drugs,
but the drugs like me. the drugs, the drugs, the drugs.
work in progress.
derp.
THIS IS WAR! {All Proclans vs. The Anticlans}
