The Downfall to Paradise [ShadowClan Meeting]

[Willow]

WILLOWSTAR

Paws dragged on cold, hard earth. Yellow eyes stared at the frosted earth and frozen marshes. Grey fur hung lank on a small, feline body. A tabby tail was scoring a line through the frost behind the cat. She was a picture of pure defeat. Willowstar, arrogant and vain leader of ShadowClan, was defeated.

The journey back to camp was words different than the journey from it. On the way to the gathering, she had held her head high and spoken to her Clan in a proud, strong voice. She had been confident that it would go well for ShadowClan. Now, that confidence had been crumbled and eroded, replaced with a deepening sense of defeat.

She didn't even bother to look at her Clan or speak to them as she traveled back across the frozen marshes to her camp. There was nothing she had to say to them, not yet anyway. Her words were for all ShadowClan, not just the ones who had gone with her to the gathering.

Finally, Willowstar spotted the familiar clearing that was the ShadowClan camp and heaved a small sigh of relief. Here it was finally. Home. Her head rose a little and she headed immediately for the boulders where she addressed her Clan and leaped upon the cold, smooth stone. Her gaze reflected the moonlight as she stared down at her cats.

"Let all cats of ShadowClan gather here for a Clan meeting!" her voice was loud, but brittle and lacking its usual strength. But, it carried well across the cold camp and brought her cats from the dens out into the open. Their eyes were expectant and troubled. Every cat knew there was something wrong for Willowstar to act this way.

"My Clan, we have faced countless blows recently, countless tragedies. Duskfrost has disappeared, Dewcloud is dying. Now, we face something else. Something worse." She paused and turned her eyes skyward. "At the gathering, the ThunderClan deputy, Vixenfang announced something shocking. She announced that she was reforming WindClan and taking the moor for her own. Cats joined her, not many, but there were some. Blackmoon, of ShadowClan, joined her to become their medicine cat."

Her eyes narrowed slightly and she looked off in the direction of ThunderClan. "We cannot keep snakerocks," her voice was low and quiet as she spoke the last words. It was indeed a blow to her and her Clan that their plan had failed so utterly. She offered no explanation but stood there upon the boulder, waiting for some kind of reaction.

[tenacious]

SWAMPCLAW:



“Let all cats of ShadowClan gather here for a Clan meeting!”

The words roused the dark tortoiseshell, that had been slumbering peacefully in his nest, tail draped lightly over his nose. His eyes narrowed and Swampclaw slowly rose to his paws. Something was wrong. There was no strength behind the words; they were loud, yes, but as hollow as a rotten log. Weak as one, too, as if one strike from a kit would send pieces of wood all over the floor. He slipped out of the warrior’s den, looking up at Willowstar through narrowed eyes. The tom sat in the back of the crowd, curling his tail around his paws as he waited for the leader of ShadowClan to carry on; he was eager to know what had gone on at the Gathering. What had made his proud leader’s voice so weak.

When she began, Swampclaw let out a light growl. Duskfrost. Where had that cat wandered off to? ShadowClan needed a deputy and they needed a medicine cat; fancy having Duskfrost disappear and Dewcloud come ill. (What kind of medicine cat was she? Not being able to keep herself from coming down with illness!) But what could be worse? ShadowClan would still remain strong. They were the strongest Clan in the forest- no disappearances of deaths could push them down to the bottom.

What Willowstar said next caused the tom’s claws to dig into the ground. Reforming WindClan? He realized he had spoken these words outloud, in tones of pure disbelief. How could she reform WindClan? Surely the leaders would’ve put a stop to this! But, it was obvious that they had not. And Blackmoon…that ridiculous tom had gone along? To be frank, Swampclaw was glad ShadowClan was rid of him, but…the forest was becoming over run with traitors.

He was pulled from his thoughts as Willowstar announced that they could no longer keep snakerocks. He let out a yowl of protest, his pelt bristling. They had fought hard for that land! This would prove as an incredible blow to ThunderClan. WindClan would not be strong enough to provide aid to ThunderClan; they could easily attack, gain more territory, espiecally with the stretch of land they had now.

“And how do you propose we go about giving it back? We’ll look like a bunch of cowards!” Swampclaw snarled, looking up at Willowstar with blazing eyes.

[tenacious]

STAGPAW:

Frog. Lizard. Frog. Lizard. Really, why couldn’t their prey vary? Stagpaw huffed as he pulled a small frog out of the fresh-kill pile; he hadn’t hunted yet, but honestly, he couldn’t hunt on an empty belly! Besides, the apprentice knew he’d bring back something large and tasty for his Clan. Something better then some watered down frog! Stagpaw thought viciously. He was about to tear the skin off (too icky to actually eat) when Willowstar padded into camp. His eyes widened at the ShadowClan leader’s appearance. What had happened at the Gathering? He hadn’t been to one yet and was honestly very curious as to what could make Willowstar look…well, he couldn’t find the word for it, but he’d come up with it later. The tom turned his attention back to the frog, but he wasn’t able to even nip the skin before Willowstar’s mew rang across camp.

Clan meeting.

Well, those tended to be fun. Stagpaw rose to his paws and pushed the frog back into the fresh-kill pile before heading towards the other cats that had begun to gather around. He sat himself near the front, tail curled around his paws as he looked up at Willowstar, waiting for her to carry on. Stagpaw frowned as his leader began; obviously, the meeting would not be a good one and his frown deepened as she went on. Honestly, he knew Duskfrost had disappeared, but he had willed himself into believing that the tom had gone out on some special mission, that Willowstar expected him back in a day or two. Anything other then having to realize that ShadowClan was without a deputy. And, basically, without a medicine cat. Only a leader, standing, addresses her Clan, bringing about sorrow.

There was a light glow in the stocky apprentice’s eyes as Willowstar went on to speak about the Gathering; perhaps the tone would change. Maybe Willowstar had won an argument with one of the other leaders. But, no, her words caused Stagpaw’s eyes to widen with surprise and shock soon filled them. WindClan was being reformed?! No! WindClan was gone. How could Willowstar let this happen? And, then, he realized, staring at his leader with disbelief on his face as she announced they could not keep snakerocks, that he knew exactly what Willowstar was.

Defeated.

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[atrb=border,0,true][bg=black] Wolfclaw crawled out of the nursery, his eyes weary. Why had Crowfrost wanted to go to the gathering so badly? And leaving a tom in charge of kits, for StarClan's sake! Not that he minded that last bit. His kits were lovely and he enjoyed being so near them, but it made him cringe every time he thought about how far away his mate was. Now at the sound of approaching pawsteps, he made his way to the gathering area, hoping to hear the latest news and gossip floating around in the clans. What's more is that he wanted to send his mate straight back to the nursery. As he looked around at the returning cats, the warrior happened to spot a smaller tom working his way toward the fresh-kill pile. Stagpaw! Wolfclaw stifled a growl and was about to run over and swat his apprentice's ears off when a monotone yowl sounded above the quiet voices of the group. "Let all cats of ShadowClan gather here for a Clan meeting!" The tom smiled as Stagpaw stepped away from the frog and joined the mass of pelts surging toward their leader. He would learn. In fact, this was really the first time he had seen him almost deliberately brake the warrior code. Then again, it wasn't as if he really would have. After all, he hadn't eaten after supplying the clan with food the day before, so what was there to discipline? The clan had, in fact, been fed first. If there was any question about this, he'd at least give the younger tom a bite of something before a training session. "My Clan, we have faced countless blows recently, countless tragedies. Duskfrost has disappeared, Dewcloud is dying. Now, we face something else. Something worse." Wolfclaw perked his ears and scooted closer, weaving his way toward his leader so he could hear her better. Somewhere in the shadows of his mind, the warrior remembered being further away from a meeting than where he was now and being able to hear the announcements clearly. He brushed the fact aside, however, telling himself that Willowstar's voice had been stronger then. "At the gathering, the ThunderClan deputy, Vixenfang announced something shocking. She announced that she was reforming WindClan and taking the moor for her own. Cats joined her, not many, but there were some. Blackmoon, of ShadowClan, joined her to become their medicine cat." Oh. That. Wolfclaw stopped short of approaching the head of the group and sat down heavily, turning to lick his shoulder to hide what might have been a knowing expression on his face. He didn't want to give away the fact that Vixenfang had come to him and his mate while they were guarding Snakerocks. Talk of the returning clan had ensued and Wolfclaw found himself looking forward to seeing warriors running over the moor once again. The news that not many cats had been recruited disturbed him. The Clan would not last long without warriors to guard, hunt, and fight, not to mention provide kits and teach said kits the ways of StarClan and of living on the moor. WindClan would need help. "We cannot keep snakerocks." Now that was good news. Wolfclaw let out a sigh of relief and nodded in agreement. They didn't belong at snakerocks. The thunderpath divider was proof enough of this. “And how do you propose we go about giving it back? We’ll look like a bunch of cowards!” "Rather cowards than lunatics!" Wolfclaw growled in the direction of the protest, "Risk mine or my apprentice's life and cross the thunderpath and guard a scrap of land full of adders? Not likely. Let ThunderClan have that deathtrap!" Word Count: 614 Audience: Cats of ShadowClan Comments: None

[{Otter}]

Silent as a shadow, Fawnpaw slunk from the apprentices' den at Willowstar's loud call. Her leader did not sound happy or confident, nothing like the old Willowstar, and as the small apprentice's green gaze drifted up to her mentor, something inside Fawnpaw broke. Willowstar looked so...defeated. Deflated. And as she spoke, the reason became terribly clear.

Fawnpaw had not been at the gathering, and she had not heard what had happened. As Willowstar spoke, the green eyes widened in both surprise in confusion. Hadn't WindClan been driven out long ago? Why would any decent cat leave their Clan to reform them? To live out on the moors? It was craziness. And Blackmoon...the strange, star-gazing tomcat with that white moon on his back....He had left. A ShadowClanner had left. It was insanity.

Gaze swept the other cats and saw confusion and distress in their expressions. No one seemed particularly confident, even those who spoke up against giving Snakerocks back. In that sense, Fawnpaw didn't care one way or the other. They never should have stolen from ThunderClan, and if Willowstar said they should give the land back, then they should give the land back. Wasn't the leader always right? Yes, she was always right.

Fawnpaw made her way over to her brother, peering closely at his face and taking in the amazed, almost disgusted look on his face as he stared at Willowstar. As she moved her attention back to her leader, Fawnpaw understood Stagpaw's unease. Willowstar had never sounded like this before. Never. What would happen now?

((Sucks, sorry.))

[blackie]

Crowfrost awoke to a deep call."Let all cats gather here for a clan meeting." her blue eyes beemed, maybe her sisters kits were going to be made apprentices at last. She padded forward taking a place by Wolfclaw's side. What was going on...what was happening? She peered around to look each cat in the eye. Perhaps, this was not a meeting that would bring happiness to cats.

My Clan, we have faced countless blows recently, countless tragedies. Duskfrost has disappeared, Dewcloud is dying. Now, we face something else. Something worse." She paused and turned her eyes skyward. "At the gathering, the ThunderClan deputy, Vixenfang announced something shocking. She announced that she was reforming WindClan and taking the moor for her own. Cats joined her, not many, but there were some. Blackmoon, of ShadowClan, joined her to become their medicine cat."

Crowfrost nodded. This was very true. She wondered how the She-cat felt about her brother leaving to Windclan. She sighed shifting nervously from side to side. She hadn't told her daughter yet that she would be made to go to Windclan. Her eyes filled with Worry how would Willowstar feel....

Her eyes narrowed slightly and she looked off in the direction of ThunderClan. "We cannot keep snakerocks"

Crowfrost simply shrugged. She didn't mind it at all. She and Wolfclaw were the ones who had to gaurd it. That's how she had learnd about Windclan being reformed. She felt like she had betrayed her leader for not telling her. She gulped down a feeling of nervousness.

[Willow]

WILLOWSTAR

Some of Willowstar’s old vigor had returned as she fixed her yellow gaze on a defiant Swampclaw. She leapt from the rock to face him on the cold, hard ground. “What would you have me do, Swampclaw?”she hissed, dangerously close to the tom. “WindClan is almost entirely ThunderClan cats. Do not think, even for a moment, that they have forgotten their old ties.” The leader turned to head back to the boulder before turning and sitting in its shadows. “I do not want to fight two Clans. This is not cowardice, it is logic.”

Wolfclaw had uttered words of protest to Swampclaws exclamation as well, but his words caused Willowstar’s pelt to bristle in indignation. He not only backed the decision to give up the Snakerocks, he denounced the idea all together. “The formation of WindClan destroyed the intentions of my plan,” she hissed defensively. Slowly her despair was being transferred to anger and hostility, emotions more common of the grey she-cat.

She turned to leap onto the boulder again, defiantly facing her Clan with yellow fire in her eyes. “Tonight I travel to Highstones.” Her eyes scanned the gathered cats. “Fawnpaw and Stagpaw will be joining me on the journey.”

[{Otter}]

[bg=black][atrb=border,0,true] Another day and time, she might have felt some spark of excitement at the prospect of traveling to Highstones. But Fawnpaw was too cautious, too contemplative, to feel the normal, impulsive jolts of excitement most young cats felt. She was "an adult from birth", as some said, and too prone to thinking and evaluating to be able to change emotions too quickly. No, the apprentice's bright green gaze studied Willowstar, tail-tip flicking uncomfortably as her ears flattened against her skull. It wasn't Willowstar's lack of feeling that bothered her...especially sine Willowstar seemed to be back to her old self, facing up opposition and growling answers and replies. Fawnpaw couldn't quite place it, but something felt...broken. Her mentor did not appear to be the same mentor as before. I'm just being paranoid. Willowstar's seeking StarClan's advice...good, she thought decisively, shaking her head roughly as she glanced over at Stagpaw. Surely her brother would be ecstatic by the announcement. A trip to Highstones meant they would both be one more step closer to becoming warriors. Though Fawnpaw didn't cherish the thought of being forced to fight as a full warrior, she couldn't deny her yearning to grow up...and find a mate, perhaps. And have kits. Great StarClan, she loved kits!

[tenacious]

Swampclaw had never grown close to many cats; therefore he did not understand the strong relationship between most mentors and their apprentices. If the furry little worms wanted to become warriors, they would have to learn how to deal with conflict. Running away was never the solution. And look at the fantastic example Willowstar was setting! She was going to hand over Snakerocks once more. Oh, yes, what a way to prove ShadowClan was still strong.

To his surprise, the ShadowClan leader leapt down from the rock and hissed as she spoke to him, far too close for the tom’s comfort. But surprise only showed on his face for a split second. His eyes narrowed and he glared at Willowstar. Mouse-brained she-cat! “WindClan is made up of traitors. I’m starting to think you’re not concerned about the ties ThunderClan has in WindClan, but the ties you have,” he snarled in reply before she turned her attention to Wolfclaw. Did their leader plan on arguing with every warrior present? He barely suppressed a snort as he stood and stalked back to the warriors den. It would not be wise for him to get in a verbal match right now.

[tenacious]

Arguing. Arguing. Arguing. Stagpaw flicked an ear at Wolfclaw’s response to Swampclaw’s outburst. He had not liked the senior warrior much- the tortoiseshell was far too bossy and irritable to every proof for much of a friend, or mentor. That tom was probably born with his teeth bared and claws unsheathed! The brown tom looked back at Willowstar, curious as to how she would respond to this defiance. After all, it was not a good time for Clans to be arguing amongst themselves; they would have to stick together if they wished to get though this. WindClan’s reappearance could prove very deadly for the forest if Rookstar or Elkstar decided to launch an attack.

To his surprise, the ShadowClan leader’s vigor returned and she leapt down from her perch, approaching Swampclaw. Surprise flitted across the tom’s face and then he merely sat as the she-cat snarled at him. If Stagpaw ever had Willowstar snarling in his face, he certainly wouldn’t reply; best not to anger her. He may have the strength of a lion, but he didn’t have multiple lives granted by StarClan. Obviously, Swampclaw lacked brain power, as he replied heatedly to Willowstar, referencing Blackmoon before leaving. The tom’s eyes widened for a moment and he forced himself to pay attention as Willowstar spoke once more.

“Tonight I travel to Highstones. Fawnpaw and Stagpaw will be joining me on the journey.”

She was going to Highstones? Why? Arguing with StarClan wouldn’t help! The tom suddenly blinked as soon as he processed that he was going alone. Excitement flooded his eyes and he turned to look over at Fawnpaw, as she was coming along as well. This wouldn’t be a journey of pure fun, but what was the harm in taking joy of being able to go along? They had to visit Highstones becoming warriors, anyway.

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[atrb=border,0,true][bg=black] Wolfclaw sensed his mate close by and glanced over to her. Crowfrost had been there at snakerocks when Vixenfang came to speak with them about WindClan. She was the only cat in ShadowClan that knew he had sympathies for the new clan. ShadowClan had, after all, driven Tallstar and his warriors out of the forest. In some ways, he felt that if he volunteered his strength, he would be making up for Brokenstar's horrible deeds. Blackmoon had the right idea. The tom felt the gray she-cat tense beside him and he wrapped his tail around her protectively. She held a secret and no doubt felt uncomfortable hiding the fact that they had been approached with an invitation. But if it was the will of StarClan that cats should run across the moor once again, it was highly unlikely that telling the most arrogant and aggressive leader in the forest would help. “What would you have me do, Swampclaw? WindClan is almost entirely ThunderClan cats. Do not think, even for a moment, that they have forgotten their old ties. I do not want to fight two Clans. This is not cowardice, it is logic.” The warrior nodded. That too was a good point. Best not have battles on both borders, as it were. “The formation of WindClan destroyed the intentions of my plan.” Wolfclaw suppressed a snort. Complicated plan in the first place. It might have worked, but now it was too folly. Besides, any fight they got in to would have them crossing the thunderpath. He'd rather save that tactic for something more urgent. “Tonight I travel to Highstones. Fawnpaw and Stagpaw will be joining me on the journey.” His jaw almost unlocked. First of all, what was the point in talking to StarClan? They'd sent visions and messages to many cats as of late. It was clear they wanted WindClan around. Second- she wasn't taking any warriors? Was she mad? Everyone knew going through WindClan territory was the quickest and safest way to Mothermouth. And now that the territory was taken, wasn't she worried about running into enemies? Her brother, after all, was just their medicine cat. Word Count: 358 Audience: Cats of ShadowClan Comments: None

[Elkheart]

Lilacpaw's ears pricked, this meeting was getting pretty intense. Although she was relieved that Willowstar had chosen to give up Snakerocks she did it for a bad reason. Lilacpaw sensed a change in her leader's atmosphere, she seemed to be radiating off waves of despair and darkness. She was truly worried for Willowstar, but she assumed it was just the stress getting to her. The apprentice grinned when Swampclaw commented on the decision, he seemed to always be in a bad mood, she felt sympathetic towards her clanmate. She wanted to get closer to Swampclaw so that he wouldn't be so grumpy all the time and that he could maybe enjoy himself for once. Wolfclaw muttered something too low for her to hear, she couldn't tell if it was good or bad. By now she could feel positive and negative tension rippling off her clanmates. The last thing Willowstar mentioned was that she'd be taking Fawnpaw and Stagpaw along with her to Highstones. Lilacpaw felt hurt that Willowstar hadn't chosen her to come. Lilacpaw only dreamed of going to the Moonstone and pressing her nose against it to wake up in Starclan. She had never interacted with Starclan and she so wished she could. Her goal in life was to become a medicine cat apprentice, but seeing as Blackmoon left the clan to join Windclan, she wouldn't have a mentor. The tortie she-cat sighed to herself and hung her head, still crushed by Willowstar's decision. But, she couldn't envy her denmates because she was not familiar to the emotion nor was she familiar to anger. Maybe there's still some hope for me and my dream, she thought to herself.


Notes: My first post with Lilacpaw, sorry for the shortness and crapiness xP

[blackie]

Crowfrost stiffend. She too looked up at Willowstar."You are logical Willowstar, but it is very Illogical of you to go to Moonstone without a single warrior. Two apprentices are no match against five windclan warriors." She spoke loud and clear knowing she was right. She stood up moving her way towards her leader, towards the front of the crowd.

"I have betrayed you, like Mallowfang once betrayed me....I knew Windclan was forming before the Gathering.." She called out waiting to hear whispers of dismay, and she did."Wolfclaw did too." She added, passing a look to her mate."Vixen'star' told us...asking us to join, of course it wasn't direct I knew that was what she was trying to say."

She grinned."I refuse to join Windclan, I wanted to swipe my claws right then and there, but what would that do? Many of our own cats began to plot against us? Can we let that happen Willowstar? Will you just sit there and watch?" SHe paused and looked at all of Shadowclan."Shadowclan, I can tell you that others feel the pull of the moor now that the gathering is over, will you let Windclan dominate us?" She heard cats begin to talk, she wasn't sure if they were disdained murmurs, or those of approval.

"We have three clans, fully populated. Riverclan wanted that moor just as much as we did. We almost had it too. Willowstar, don't let them foolish cats ruin our plans....we can still take it over bit by bit. What if we got an alliance with Riverclan, what if we and Riverclan shared Snake rocks, and took sunning rocks too?" She felt odd talking to her whole clan like this.

"I am not one with ambitions, but wouldn't that pose a threat to Windclan and Thunderclan? Perhaps if we can make them feel threatend they will fall weak....and we can chase them out once again. I have come to realize that once your friend crosses the border.... they aren't your friend any more... you can kill them in a battle...without having to feel ashamed...but if you kill a family member....your clan will not shame you, but what will stop you from shaming yourself"

She took in a deep breath finishing her speech."I would be ashamed, slashing a family member to bits, if we can work out an alliance.... perhaps Windclan cats will go back to there own clans....and maybe...our friends and family will no longer have to be enemies, and we no longer have to have that fear of killing ......and peace and tension will be dropped...."

[Willow]

WILLOWSTAR

Willowstar’s grey fur bristled and her eyes blazed at the responses she was receiving from her warriors. First Swampclaw replied, saying something that made absolutely no sense. What was the idiotic tom babbling about? Willowstar hissed and fixed flaming yellow eyes on the insolent wretch as he slithered away to his den. And he was calling her a coward. “You’re a fool, Swampclaw. You have no clue what I am worried about,” she growled in response to the disappearing form of the tabby tom. Claws scratched at the hard boulder beneath her feet, sliding from their sheaths in anger and hatred. She hated her Clan. Almost every single one of them. They were worthless idiots, the lot of them.

The fire in her gaze softened ever so slightly as she looked at the two apprentices that would be joining her. Fawnpaw looked worried, as was the nature of the little she-cat. Stagpaw at first looked worried, but then excitement came to replace the anxiety in his eyes. Willowstar gave him a very small smile before yet another cat had the audacity to speak at a so obviously finished discussion.

Willowstar turned her glare to Crowfrost and as the she-cat spoke, Willowstar advanced on her, aiming a well-aimed swipe to her ear. It was not meant to be painful, simply to put the insolent she-cat in her place. No cat called Willowstar illogical and definitely not a young queen. A snarled response came after the attack, “And I assume you think you should join us, do you? I am not illogical. I trust none of you but those innocent enough to be uncorrupted. I would go alone if I did not think this would be a good opportunity for them. You outstrip your authority, Crowfrost.”

“Can we let that happen Willowstar? Will you just sit there and watch?”

“If there are any that wish to join WindClan, I do not want them in my Clan. They’re traitors and do not belong in ShadowClan. That said, anyone who plans of leaving get out of my sight.” She glared yellow fire at Crowfrost, unable to believe how the she-cat was acting.

“We have three clans, fully populated. Riverclan wanted that moor just as much as we did. We almost had it too. Willowstar, don't let them foolish cats ruin our plans....we can still take it over bit by bit. What if we got an alliance with Riverclan, what if we and Riverclan shared Snake rocks, and took sunning rocks too?”

She just kept on going. Crowfrost was not going to win this argument. Willowstar stepped dangerously close and responded in savage tones. “You heard Rookstar at the gathering. His medicine cat told him that they could not take the moor, ergo RiverClan has no interest in the StarClan forsaken place anymore. And neither do I. Sunningrocks and Snakerocks do not connect. How do you propose that we hold both territories? Your plan is folly, Crowfrost. This is why I, not you, am leader of ShadowClan and you would do well to learn it.”

As the black she-cat finished speaking, Willowstar aimed another blow to her shoulder. “If you ever speak like that to me again, Crowfrost, you will be banished from ShadowClan. Do you really want your kits to be without a mother? I am the leader here and you are a nursing queen, you are in no place to tell me what I should and should not do. Do you understand?”

Willowstar stalked away from the black she-cat and back to the shadow of the boulder. “I am traveling to Highstones with Stagpaw and Fawnpaw tonight. There will be no further discussion.” The leader made her way to the two apprentices, a complete change coming over the grey she-cat. The fire was gone and her face was almost… kindly. “You two should eat and rest today. I will awaken you when we’re ready to go.” She gave the two young cats a smile before disappearing into her den.

Words: 666 =O
Audience: ShadowClan
Comments: Pissed off Willowstar! One of her attacks at least should hit x3

[blackie]

Crowfrost let out a loud hiss of anger. She was able to dodge the small hit to her ear, but was hit soon after by the blow to her shoulder. Her blue eyes turned to slits, and her eyes narrowed."You spineless excuse for a leader!" She spat. She knew she was taunting Willowstar, she knew exactly what she was doing at this point."May Starclan see your sorry body and wash it over to the Darkforest!" She was being rather cruel.

She turned around and went to the nursery."You want all of us who want to go to Windclan to leave?" She came back with a very small bundle in her jaws and set in the middle of the clearing next to Wolfclaw. She went back and grabbed another. Then a third."Then my Family will leave." She narrowed her eyes once more. She to leapt forward swiping at her leaders shoulder, of course not for it to be painful.

"If I see you at all Willowstar, On Windclan boarders, I can assure you I won't be afraid to attack you. I might be a queen now, but in a couple of moons from now, when these kits are apprentices, you can believe me I won't be afraid to fight someone, who is so weak and helpless because Windclan formed. That makes you nothing but pathetic. A sorry excuse for a leader."