.//Tonight the Stars Revolt

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[atrb=border,0,true][bg=black] “I’m glad my compliment was well received. Perhaps you’ll keep it in mind in the future before unsheathing your claws. After all, if I am dead you’ll have to find another source of well-intended words… Friend. I’ll swear on my love for my dead sister in StarClan. Is that good enough for you?” Viperfang folded her ears at his words. She'd crossed a line. She knew it. She narrowed her eyes in sympathy. No one close to her had joined StarClan yet. And now she realized with a pang of guilt as she bowed her head that no cat would because there were so few cats she brushed pelts with. And only those few would mourn for her. Perhaps it would do her some good to practice her social skills. "I'm sorry. I must come off harsh. But you must understand how much this means to me. If word gets out, many cats will be wrongly marked as traitors and many more will die in the fight over WindClan territory." Now that he knew the stakes at paw, perhaps now Charredoak would realize why she needed to be so secretive. She raised her head and met his gaze. The warrior drew a deep breath and prepared herself for the determining moment. His reaction of what she said next would decide his fate. Would he need to be silenced? Would he be invited to join them? Or would he simply be deemed as an ally? "Vixenfang went to the Moonstone. She had a vision. StarClan told her that WindClan must reclaim the moor. We're restarting WindClan." The fur rose along her spine. It wasn't a silent threat to the tom. It wasn't being blown forward by the wind. It was from the cold chill that ran from her tail to the base of her neck. Every time she said it, it sounded more official. Furthermore, it made her feel like she was important. If she lived, she would be one of WindClan's first members in seasons. If she died, she would die for the sake of WindClan. ThunderClan, currently, was a clan of blood relatives as well as rivals and future enemies. Well... she still wasn't quite sure how she felt about that... Word Count: 366 Audience: Charredoak Comments: It's alright. Characters will be characters. :3

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[atrb=border,0,true][bg=black] Despite seeing her reaction, Charredoak didn't repent what it was that he had said, or at least that was what he told himself. If she was to be bitter, she may as well have a reason to be so, as unbecoming as it was in a pretty young warrior. It had occurred to him that he may have been unreasonably harsh on her, something he had never once before been accused of being, but he ignored the gorge that had risen to his throat at her thinking him to be untrustworthy, and tried to hold back an apologetic smile. He may be an idiot, perhaps a loudmouth, certainly vain, but no one could think him to be at all untrustworthy... could they? "I'm sorry. I must come off harsh. But you must understand how much this means to me. If word gets out, many cats will be wrongly marked as traitors and many more will die in the fight over WindClan territory." Looking at her with questioning eyes, he remained forcibly aloof and tried to make his face merely lukewarm in attitude. It wasn't as though she was contributing much to her cause with her sharp tongue. If it weren't for the flashes of unexpected kindness that she had shown tonight, he would have left long ago to go to his den. "Vixenfang went to the Moonstone. She had a vision. StarClan told her that WindClan must reclaim the moor. We're restarting WindClan." This was unexpected. He had thought of them merely hunting, and now he first thought was to immediately regret any involvement in the matter whatsoever. If any of this got out, he would be marked as much of a traiter as the rest of them. Guilty by association. And yet... it was something exciting and new. It was more than he had ever dared to hope for for the war for the moors to end like this, and he wondered what the other clans would say when WindClan returned to the moors and snatched the territory right from under their greedy paws. It would be absolutely hilarious. And, as he laughed out loud, he felt his cheer returning. She must think him insane to laugh at something so serious, so completely lacking in any humor, but he couldn't help but do so. The thought of seeing the faces of the RiverClan and ShadowClan leaders completely blank with shock was too funny. "I understand your concern, Viperfang, and I apologize for laughing, but now you must understand my mirth. Do you realize how completely and utterly stunned the cats of RiverClan and ShadowClan are going to be? I doubt they'll be able to speak for weeks for lack of words." And yet, it was all superficial. He understood the risks, the dangers, but why not look at it in a pleasant light? Why not smile and laugh while you still could? If you knew that no one was going to laugh for a long time afterwards...? And he waited for his laughter to fade before he continued, and when it finally died he desperately tried to hold on to the smile that still lingered on his lips, so that when he looked at her he might conceal his disappointment at what this all meant. King of the rapid admiration, he had seen that she was personable and had, for a moment, gone about in his awkward way of letting her know. He had never known his limits, so why ought he to start now? And yet, it was obvious to his eyes that Viperfang saw him only as an ally, and an unwanted one at that. She was to be in WindClan, and therefore dead to her Clan for the rest of her days. "This means that ThunderClan will be without a deputy and a warrior... Well, it is a pity... I... uh..." He broke off his accursed stuttering, collecting himself once more. "You'll be going then.” That was fine. He didn’t have anything to be disappointed in. Really. He didn’t. Not at all. Not even a little bit. Not at all… Damn it. "Well, I suppose I could help, if you needed." Damn it indeed. word count: 697 audience: Viperfang comments: Nothing really. He's just a silly boy to roleplay, like a kindergartener with a crush xD

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[atrb=border,0,true][bg=black] Viperfang's expression went from sympathetic and concerned to shocked and annoyed in an instant. Did the tom think this was all an elaborate joke? It was too crazy to make up! Besides, no cat joked about signs from the Moonstone. It just wasn't done. Not even those who didn't necessarily believe in StarClan made attempts to prove the signs wrong. After a moment of silent anger, Viperfang was about to claw Charredoak's ears off for laughing so much. She cut herself off when she realized he was about to say something. It better be something redeeming, or his ears would feed crows. "I understand your concern, Viperfang, and I apologize for laughing, but now you must understand my mirth. Do you realize how completely and utterly stunned the cats of RiverClan and ShadowClan are going to be? I doubt they'll be able to speak for weeks for lack of words." A flea-length of time went by before the she-cat chuckled to herself. Her expression lightened as she imagined the faces of Rookstar, Willowstar, and even Elkstar caught in stunned silence. He was right. It was enough to laugh at. "This means that ThunderClan will be without a deputy and a warrior... Well, it is a pity... I... uh... You'll be going then.” The tan warrior nodded, though it was unclear to her why he seemed to be lost for words. Why was he so down-hearted? Did he really mean all that stuff about being friends? If so, maybe it would be a good idea to try to convince him to join them. "Well, I suppose I could help, if you needed." "We need all the help we can get," she answered quickly, "A den isn't built in a day- Wait..." Viperfang turned her head in the direction of the moor. That was one of many things they needed. The WindClan densite. Where was their camp? She knew it was well hidden. Although she had though she'd caught a glimpse of it before, neither she nor Vixenfang had stumbled upon it on their way to or from Mothermouth. It would need to be found and soon. "If you're willing to risk it, we need to get to the moors right now. We need to find our camp." Word Count: 367 Audience: Charredoak Comments: Aww. LOL. XD

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[atrb=border,0,true][bg=black] His irritation grew, but he ignored it entirely, brushing it off to the side like so many dead leaves to be dealt with later on when he had the time. Obviously she was manipulative, but what did that matter? She had good reason to be with so much on the line. A new clan, a new leader, a new camp, a new life. And so much could go wrong. Of course she had the right to be as edgy and manipulative as she need be, but he had about had enough. She wasn’t his friend, judging by her reaction, but she would need any assistance that anyone, friend or foe, could provide her with. A starving kit cannot pick what prey it would like to eat, after all, and it seemed as though he was an asset to their cause for now. That was enough to satisfy him for now. "We need all the help we can get, A den isn't built in a day- Wait..." Her hasty response was all that was needed, and he refrained from chuckling weakly at the urgency in her tone. Perhaps things weren’t working out as well as she would have liked? Perhaps the dens weren’t even considered. Whatever the cause, she was pleasant, at least for now. "If you're willing to risk it, we need to get to the moors right now. We need to find our camp." He flicked his ears, smiling slightly before standing up and extending his forepaws in a mock bow, his brush of a tail flicking back and forth not unlike that of a dog’s. His eyes glinted dark gold in the moonlight, and he laughed a somewhat forced laugh. “Well. Since when have I ever been one to deny a lady’s request? Lead the way, Viperfang, and I’ll follow wherever you need to go.” word count: 327 audience: Viperfang comments: Blatant crap post. I’ve been in such a time crunch for the past few days… you wouldn’t even believe it.