Slackjaw | Warrior | Camp | 52 Moons | Dawnclan | Mentions: All? | Tom |

War? Did Slackjaw hear correctly? "Hehe..perfect.. this could be my chance to get back at that brute who nearly killed me a couple moons ago..." He mumbled to himself, a grin of darkness spread over his face, but he quickly wiped it off as he approached Sunfall.

"I couldn't help but overhear...we are going to war with Duskclan?" He asked, smirking a small bit. "You wouldn't mind if I joined the patrol would you?" Slackjaw did his best to contain his evil excitement to get back at Longfang... that bastard had nearly killed him, he had to get revenge...

Little did he know, this wasn't going to be the first time he felt the need to kill...

Echostep|Dawnclan Med.Cat|32 moon Bengal she-cat|Location- Camp|Mentions- [d] All, Sunfall, Open
"Show me where it hurts."
---

Echostep shook her head as the camp grew into chaos. Cats arguing with each other, Wolfstars growls of war, no. It was not right. The small she-cat had stepped forward once again, but it was too late and Wolfstar had already made his choice, had already called his patrol and had went to take off. Narrowing her eyes, the medicine cat felt her shoulders slump slightly, tip of her tail twitching in anxiety. War, was that what the prophecy had been about? It seemed to simple, to quick. She had yet to meet these neighbors of theirs, but why had two cycles gone past without harm, and then suddenly death? Her head shook again, as if clearing water from her ears. It was too much to think about while standing in the middle of the camp, she needed to dwell on it under the stars, under her ancestors watchful gaze. However, there were still duties to perform. Padding towards Sunfall, Echostep brush her pelt against his, and lowered onto her haunches, pale eyes deep pools of thought, but gentle as they watched the frustrated tom.
"Remember, trust your clan, but don't forget your heart." Her voice was a quiet mutter, like a fall breeze, before she raised her head with the strength she drew when performing her duties.
"Barkpaw was a cat with the heart of a warrior. We will honor all he has done for the Clan, share tongues with him for the last time, and at sunfall lay him to rest. He runs among the stars now." Her eyes stared at the cloudy sky, as if she could see the nightly starscape beyond the blue depths. With that, the medicine cat rose, and with soft steps made her way to finally get some prey, and to dwell.
---

Silverpaw|Dawnclan Apprentice|Silver Bengal she-cat|location-camp|Mentions- [d] Open

Silverpaw had wanted to retort, to hiss at the warrior but she knew Splashwing was feeling how she did as well. Claws would do the talking now. As the patrol went out, she began to follow, but her pawsteps slowed. No, Wolfstar would have brought more of them if he was looking for a fight. This was a warning, a scare tactic to show those cats what they were really facing. A wrinkle crossed her muzzle as she pivoted on her paws, stalking back into the camp.
Her angry stalking took her back and forth, the she-cat rolling her eyes as her sister spoke the dead cat words. Some good being in Starclan would do for them. Her tail lashed, and she continued her frustrated pacing, daring any cat to try and tell her to relax with her icy glower and extended claws.

| Wolfstar |
Male | 34 moons | Maine Coon | Leader | Location: Camp | Mentions: [D] Splashwing, Skygaze, Patrol [ID] All
Application

Muscles flexed beneath the massive leader's dark fur as he walked, looking down at Splashwing. She was a cat he respected very much. He nodded to her, "Thank you for coming, Splashwing." he said, his respect shining through the anger he felt, clear in his striking eyes. He didn't want to go to war, but the DuskClan cats left him no choice. Barkpaw had been killed and, while a few cats claimed that it couldn't have been them, the evidence was too large to go off of their feelings and to not punish those who murdered a member of his Clan.

Wolfstar looked down at Skygaze as she stopped in front of him and he growled for her to move. Unbelievable. Anger boiled in his heart, his fur bristling. Teeth bared, the intimidating tom cat rose to his full height, a terrifying sight to see, muscles flexing and growls rumbling in his throat. "How dare you?!" he snarled with a thundering voice, looming over her with a haunting appearance, his unusually terrifying eyes glaring into hers. The temptation to just swipe at her right there and end the mutiny was strong, but he knew not to. Approaching her with a towering figure, Wolfstar glared down at her. "The proof is there, kit. You are barely a warrior, what would you know about war?" he growled, tail lashing and extraordinarily long and sharp teeth visible for all to see. Growls rumbled deep in his chest, a terrifying sound to behold. "I pledged a duty to protect my Clan no matter what! I will not let one of my apprentices go unavenged!" he yowled, his claws unsheathed and fur bristling. And with that, he moved his head for Skygaze to go back to camp. Although wordless, she would know that she was no longer allowed to come to confront Shadowstar and his Clan.

The tom turned around, his yellow gaze falling upon the patrol. "Let's move out!" he growled, loud enough for all to hear. With that, Wolfstar turned around again, beginning to move towards the border and, soon enough, crossing it.

~~ We move to the DuskClan thread now. I'd like to post first. ~~

Silverpaw|Dawnclan Apprentice|Silver Bengal she-cat|location-camp|Mentions- [d] Open
---
Silverpaw slowed, paws coming to a halt on the clawed up foliage she had been walking. Icy glare looked at the cat before her. If the stare softened, it was a miniscule amount. Muzzle still curled, the she-cat drug her claws along the earth, tail lashing.
"Duskclan that's what." She hissed the name, then shook her head looking as if a foul taste was in her mouth.
"no, not a clan, those rogue invaders. Barkpaw was found near the border, clawed to bits." Silverpaw paused in her clawing, eyes shooting daggers towards the camp entrance, towards their unseen enemies.
"They came in asking for peace and to be left alone, while they killed one of ours." She didn't care if there was no proof, in the Dawnclan apprentices eyes the shifty cats were to blame. Dawnclan cats knew better than to face the predators of the territory alone, but another cat was far more crafty, and Duskclan obviously knew how to fake politeness. Glare swiveled back towards the new apprentice.
"Have you slept through it all?" She frowned, shaking her head slightly.

Silverpaw|Dawnclan Apprentice|Silver Bengal she-cat|location-camp|Mentions- [d] Open
---
Silverpaw paused, eyes growing to narrow slits. Cloudpaw was young, just an apprentice and she tried to remember that, but even still. Tail lashing she snorted, twitching her tail towards Barkpaws body.
"go ahead, look. You think the warriors, cats who have been around dead kin for moons longer than you've been born havn't thought of that?" Her narrowed eyes widened slightly, rolling as she half sat, half crouched.
"And It's not just about his death, Mouse-brain." She growled, "Do you really want strange cats living in our forest? Codeless rogues and two-leg pets and whatever else they scrounged up? What happens if they want more?" she shook her head, calming slightly in her resolve.
"No, things were fine the way they were, we don't need some code-less pets ruining the forest. Wolfstar has the right idea, stopping this before it gets to be to much." At his comment on hr sleep, she laughed slightly, a sharp, odd sound coming from the female.
"I sleep plenty. Just because some cats are to soft and let others walk all over them, doesn't mean I will." Her lashing tail hinting Cloudpaw was one such 'soft' cat.

Silverpaw|Dawnclan Apprentice|Silver Bengal she-cat|location-camp|Mentions- [d] Birchpaw, cloudpaw
---
Silverpaw chuckled as he tried to act tough, feeling her claws in the dirt. With their age difference, and her own muscle and training the she-cat knew she could claw his ears off almost too easily, and for a moment it looked as if she would. Then, the dark glaze passed her eyes and she turned, still wanting to lash her claws out and teach the 'kit' a lesson. It seemed Dawnclan cats needed to learn about their superiors. At Birchpaws words, Silverpaw nodded, glad some cat had sense.
"You guys are the same age, but its easy to see who's more loyal to their clan." With a twitch she dismissed Cloudpaw, even as the 'kit' seemed to find something. Obviously, it would be cat fur and dirt. Instead, her attention turned back to Birchpaw. She had never given the younger cats, especially as kits, much interest, but now that Birchpaw was an apprentice, and seemed to share her mindset, he was far more interesting.
"I'd love to show those rogues what a real clan cat is like." She grumbled, glaring at the entrance again, this time thinking of Wolfstar, and longing to have joined the patrol.
---

Echostep|Dawnclan Med.Cat|32 moon Bengal she-cat|Location- Camp|Mentions- [d] Cloudpaw
"Show me where it hurts."
Echostep twitched her ears, looking up from the prey she had finally gotten the chance to eat. No rest for the wicked. The though made her smile slightly, and the small she-cat rose to slender paws. At least this time, she was full. It was a wonder how much a full belly raised ones spirits, even if there was little to be raised about. The strength of the prey.
Thoughts still on woodland creatures, she padded forward, smile turning into a frown as she peered, pale eyes flickering swiftly over the area Cloudpaw noticed.
"Looks like fur, which isn't surprising." Her eyes grew sad, but she did not investigate closer, instead leaning away from the apprentice, a sympathetic look in her eyes.

Silverpaw|Dawnclan Apprentice|Silver Bengal she-cat|location-camp|Mentions- [d] Birchpaw, Sunfall

Silverpaw sudden narrowed her gaze, icy eyes staring at the tom. It was one thing to want to teach a cat a lesson, it was another to cal them a waste. At least out loud.
"No pair of claws is a waste, as long as they use them for something useful." She reprimanded, not wanting to admit it. Yet, even if she didn't want to, and didn't have to like every cat in her path, it took all sorts to build a clan. Although, she wondered what they could conquer if every cat felt with the same passion for growth, protection, strength.
"Speaking of which, our claws are idle and not doing much sitting around. Barkpaws not going to come back, so might as well be useful." Beckoning with her tail, she padded towards Sunfall, since the deputy was still in camp. With peculiar boldness, but retaining respect, she bobbed her head, making eye contact with the tom.

"SunFall, if cats are going to fight they're going to be hungry. Can me and Birchpaw go hunting? Unless you want us to patrol, and maybe rip some invader fur." Her voice changed ever so slightly when she spoke to the older cat, lighter, almost fake. Or, perhaps it was more real, and her anger was the facade.