Hunting after an Argument

[Silverstream]

((Same here.))

[Mintsong]

Mintsong snarled as much as she could, her paws trying to grip onto rock. The waves lashed out at her, the rock was soaking wet, her paws slipping on the rock again. The waves pushed and pulled on her hind legs back and forth, one second steading her, the next, pushing her to her doom. Unsheathed claws scraped at the rock, scrapping pebbles which fell into the gorge. A wave rose high, high enough to wash her off; yet it fell back down. Thanking StarClan, the she-cat pulled herself up higher, her claws finally digging into soil. The fea watched the battle with emerald eyes, which glinted with worry and fear for her clanmates.
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The black she-cat hissed, displeased. She had hoped to finished the flea-bitten clan-cats quickly, but, no, they had to be twice the size of her and her sister. She growled softly. The big, white male and the brown tabby with emerald eyes were putting up a fight.

"Leave this territory. Now." Night Thorn growled, her ears flatting. She felt something shiver inside of her, fear. She forced herself not to flinch whe she looked into the tom's ice cold optics. The black fea growled softly, her body desperatly wishing for her to run, while her mind forced her to stay. 'Think about your mother...Her broken body...' The single thought had driven her to hate clan-cats. She bared her teeth, though her eyes held fear and anger mixed together.
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The white she-cat looked at her sister, her eyes taken off her opponent. She flicked her amber eyes on the she-cat she was facing, not before giving a slight glance to the cat they nearly pushed over the falls. 'She's still hanging on?' Ice Holly looked amused. She flicked her tail, lashing it onto the ground. She caught the eyes of the white tom that Night was facing, she flinched, turning away. His eyes had shot fear down her spine, did she dare continue this fight? Ice took a step back, but the thought of her mother drove her own, but barely. 'Clan-cats did this...' She shouted in her head. Her amber eyes had soften and now held saddness, but with traces of anger.

((I'm back! I'm sorry I haven't been posting for a long time...I just came back from vacation, so please excuse my short posts...I have not been working much on my roleplaying skills. Anyway: '' Means that she is thinking. And thank you for waiting!))

[Aleen]

((I don't have time to post right now but I wanted to point out that you just made Night Thorn say exactly the same thing to Silverstream that he said to her. So.. Yeah. I'll post later.))

[Mintsong]

((Sorry...I didn't mean to do that. It's supposed to mean what she is reacting to, like what did he say so she acts like that. I'm really sorry if it's confusing.))

[Aleen]

((Ah, okay. It makes sense!))

Aleen approached her opponent slowly as the white cat was looking the other way, her two pools of green still fixed in an unblinking stare, waiting. Whatever happened next depended on the two rogues. Rougues....

These cats show you what leaving the Clan would mean. a voice called from the back of her mind and she knew it was the truth. These cats had no code of honor in any form, no leader, no friends and family, besides each other. They had only their anger, their hate, and their will to survive. For the first time ever, the darkly hued tortoiseshell realized everything that she stood for by staying in RiverClan. Most cats thought it was all about the Warrior Code, but simply caring for another cat was a big part of it. New thoughts were racing through her mind as she stood, ready for anything. One question stayed stuck in her mind: what will you do when you get back to camp? Blinking once, her head cleared immediately. She needed to keep her mind on the fight, that was one thing she was sure of, if nothing else. Yet still the question lingered, waiting for an answer. What will you do?

[Mintsong]

((Sorry I haven't been posting for a while...Anyway, is Silverstream going to post?))