Towards a New Beginning [FC-PLOT]

[Sleetfoot]

The screams of pain were deafening. The stench of blood filled every cat’s nose. The fear of death was prominent in every cat’s heart. Yet they fought onwards.

A smokey grey tom was leading a first wave of attackers. The huge camp that had once been home to a strengthening Clan was over-run with enemies, trying to kill of every last cat. And they were succeeding. Cats were dropping like flies all around and it was not a happy sight. The grey cat barged into the fights with a flank of seven other warriors behind him. They did their best to take down any enemy that came in front of them but soon few of that line were left.

The next wave was led by a huge white tomcat but his regiment proved little different. As a third wave was led by a red and black patched tom, the white cat found the gray, laying to the edge of the battle field. He ran to his friend’s side. “Rainstar! What happened?”

“Snowstar, my dear friend and fellow leader. That cat…the orange one, he hit me…” The grey cat’s side had been slashed so deep portions of his bone was visible. Snowstar gasped and turned around looking for the nearest medic. “It is too late, Snowstar. No medic can save me now…Just bring me…Morningglory…”

Lucky for the dieing cat, the one he requested was not too far away and she ran to his side. “Father? Father!”

“Morningglory. This is my last life…and I will not heal from this wound…It is up to you…you and Snowstar now to lead…the survivors. Follow the path to the…mountains…perhaps there you will find answers…Lead them well…Morningstar…” His last few breaths were harsh and ragged and the blood that pooled below his side was increasing. With a final smile at his daughter and his best friend, the old leader lost his final life.

The battle continued and while the cats were able to take down many enemy cats, the numbers were not with them. They were losing just as many of their own cats and they couldn’t withstand this kind of brutal fatality anymore. With a yowell of defeat, the white leader lead a retreat away from the camp.

It was not a pretty site and the leader hated it but there was no choice. Their Clan had gone from fourty-plus strong cats down to little more than ten. Any leader’s worst nightmare. But there was no choise.

They made it to a small cave not far from camp and Snowstar was able to count the remaining cats and figure out who they were. He smiled when he noticed Angelface and Darkfang along with two of their kits. His son lived-Smallfoot and his daughter and Medic-Boneclaw. Morningglory stood beside him, breathing heavily but not too injured. And Sandyfur and two of her kits-turned-warrior, Northsky and Polarbear. Both young warriors looked eager to go back and fight the thought of death not very permanent in their minds.

And that was his team. The only remaining FallenClan cats he had. He dipped his head with a sigh, remember his fallen friends-Rainstar, Volcanoerim, Yewbranch, Cowhide, Silentvoice, Emranddragon, Lightpaw, Talltail and many many more lay dead in camp. And no one would bury their corpses.

He did his best to fight back a tear. His only desire now was to get his survivors to a safe place. And they couldn’t stay there. With a sigh he ordered his group to move out.

As silently as possible and as slowly as the most injured needed, they headed toward the mountains as Rainstar had suggested, keeping to the cover of the shadows as much as possible. Once they had gotten far enough away from camp (but not yet into the mountains) Snowstar decided it was time to rest.

They had traveled far in one night’s work and they deserved to relax. Not to mention that some of the cats-Darkfang and Polarbear- had injuries to attend too. They found a clearing completely surrounded by trees and laid down to rest.

~*~*~*~*~

Snowstar looked to his daughter and Medic. “Boneclaw, do you think you can find herbs around here to help speed up their healing?”

The small brown cat looked through the bushes in the immediate area. “Yes, Snowstar, I’m sure I can find something.” Without waiting for his order, she turned to Northsky. “Would you mind coming with me to help be gather some herbs, Northsky?”


To one end of the clearing, Polarbear, a large white tom with huge shoulders lay, breathing heavily. Patches of his snowy fur were matted crimson and his tail had been ripped off in battle. He had fallen asleep but the pain was very evident on his face.


Darkfang had been carrying one of his kit’s-Breezekit- nearly the entire day an he was relieved to set the kit down. Although he was still small, he got heavy after a few hours and the father’s jaw was sore. He curled around the kit and closed his eyes. His own flank had been torn up but the blood had stooped flowing. More blood then could have possibly come from his body was proof that he had taken down the cat who’d inflicted the wound.


Two white tom cats sat side by side on a large rock, looking through the trees. The smaller looked up at the larger and spoke. “Father? We have no home. What are to do now?” The larger was silent and said nothing, thoughts of a plan formulating in his mind…

**Please note, the FallenClan cats are not yet on MoutainClan territory. This will be the day before they continue onto the Mountain to be found by Starry and Moony. this will give us time to get used to our FC cats.**

[Starlight]

Angelface set down Flightkit and--careful not to jostle Darkfang too much--curled up against her mates and kits. She was careful to angle her face so that none of them could see the tears she finally let stream down her face. She hated herself just then, hated the cat who had not joined in the fighting with her mate and clan, hated the cat who had cowered in the trees with her kits as those she loved fought, were injured, and even died. And Rainstar, her father, dead.

She sighed. Angelface knew she wasn't being fair to herself. She would have joined the fight, and fought just as bravely as any other cat, except that she had other duties to her clan and family. She glanced down at her two beautiful sons, sleeping soundly after being dragged through the mountains all day. Of course she couldn't have joined the fight. She'd had the future of their clan to protect. But still...

[Nightpaw]

Feeling his weight find hard ground, Flightkit took no time in finding his brother to curl up next to, and, though he didn't remember much of what had just happened, he felt scared and sad as he fell warily to sleep.
(....not much I can do there yet, hu?)

[Lightfur]

OoC: Sorry if I powerplayed Polarbear at all here, I tried to stick to vague and probable actions of his, but Sleets, let me know if you want me to change anything.

BiC: The air was filled with the yowls and shrieks of angry cats, with flying fur and spurting blood. Northsky panted as he dodged a vicious blow from a BloodClan tom, and was about to lunge back when he slipped in the mud formed from the blood on the ground. The handsome FallenClan tom struggled to reach a defensible position before the enemy warrior's teeth found his throat. Suddenly, though, the threat was barreled out of the way by a raging ball of silver-grey fur, and sent yowling for cover.

"Where's Polarbear?" Northsky's silver brother Arcticfur was panting and frantic, even as he helped his littermate to his feet. "Have you seen him?"

"He was just here!" cried Northsky, looking about. "Polarbear!" he called, but it was impossible to hear over the din. A spotted BloodClan she-cat dove at Arcticfur, but Northsky jumped to meet her. Arcticfur raced to help, and after a brief struggle, the lifeless body of the enemy fell to the dirt.

Arcticfur spat. "Good riddance."

The brothers continued scanning the battle for their brother. After a moment, Northsky called "There!" He had spotted bloodstained white fur, and although that could have been any number of cats- white fur was common especially among the former IceClan cats, such as Northsky and his brothers- those broad shoulders were distinctive even from this far off.

"He looks like he's in trouble! Let's go, Northsky!" Arcticfur raced off ahead, always the leader, with his quieter brother following behind. Neither of them saw the huge brown tabby tom racing towards Northsky until the last moment. "No!" cried Arcticfur, and shoved his brother out of the path of the attacking BloodClan cat. This left the silver warrior exposed, and the tabby bowled him over, raking his claws down the FallenClan cat's side and burying his teeth in the thick fluff at Arcticfur's throat.

"Arcticfur!" screamed Northsky, and frantically clawed at the large enemy, who refused to relinquish his grip on the smaller Arcticfur. Northsky leapt on the enemy's back, using his powerful hind legs to claw long streaks out of the huge tom's sides, and fastened his own teeth at the back of the BloodClan cat's neck. The big tom released Arcticfur and focused his attention on the attacking warrior, but once the brown cat lifted his head Northsky was able to twist around for a shot at the enemy's throat, quickly ending his life.

Northskybent over his brother, inwardly pleading with MoonClan to save him. Polarbear, Arcticfur, and Northsky. It had always been the three of them, since birth. Playing together, training together, fighting together. Inseparable, their mother always called them, the mother who had been the one to teach them that family and Clan were most important. That their family needed to be strong and to protect one another in order to survive.

Northsky's brother was wounded terribly, though, and fatally. An impossibly large pool of blood spread from the wound on his throat, where not even his thick ruff could protect him from the brown tabby's massive jaws. Arcticfur gasped, a gurgling sound emerging from his mouth that should not have been there. "Help… Polarbear…" he managed to choke out, and then the brave silver warrior closed his eyes for the last time.

Northsky screamed, an inarticulate sound of grief and rage, and then pelted towards the writhing mass of cats where he had last seen Polarbear. He refused to lose two brothers today, and woe betide any BloodClan cat who got in his way.

--

Northsky went with his brother when Snowstar called the retreat, moving as quickly as possible without leaving his injured brother behind. When they arrived at the cave, the first thing Northsky did was seek out their mother, Sandflower. Sandflower had been away hunting when the camp was attacked, and Northsky had not seen her during the battle. Thankfully, he found her, sitting near Angelface, who had made it out with her kits. Sandflower looked haunted, and the she-cat had a few claw-marks that showed her involvement in the battle.

"Northsky!" she called, coming over to nuzzle him with great relief. "I am so glad that you are safe." The brown she-cat had devoted her lives to her kits for years- it would break her heart that Arcticfur was no more. How could he tell her that her eldest son was dead, and that it was his fault? "Where are your brothers?" she asked, and Northsky shook his head, closing his eyes against the spike of pain. "Northsky?" she asked, her voice higher now, and panicked.

"There." he murmured quietly, gesturing towards Polarbear with his tail. Sandflower gasped at the sight of her injured son, and took an anxious step towards him before turning to look back at Northsky. "Where's Arcticfur?" she asked, her voice full of dread. Northsky could only shake his head.

"I see," said Sandlower, and she felt something inside her break. Her sons had been her only refuge when she had lost her mate. Her bright and lively Arcticfur, solemn and sensitive Northsky, strong and brave Polarbear… It was hard to comprehend that she'd never see her silver son again. Now, though, her other sons needed her. Polarbear was physically injured, and sensitive Northsky especially would be shattered by the loss of Arcticfur. Praying to MoonClan for guidance, Sandflower went to her white son, trying to determine the extent of his injuries.

--

During the long trek towards the mountains, Northsky spoke not a single word, worrying his mother. Although he was normally reticent, he would usually speak to his mother and brother, but now not even they could elicit a verbal response. He would nod or shake his head when she asked him a direct question, but beyond that he seemed to have withdrawn to a concerning extent.

Even more pressing was Polarbear's situation. He had seemed relatively lively after the battle despite his injuries and losses, but over the night-long walk, blood loss and reality seemed to have set in, and adrenaline seemed to have worn off. Although Sandflower and Northsky tried their best to help Polarbear walk by supporting him from either side, by the time the remnants of the Clan reached the clearing where Snowstar called for stop and rest, Sandflower was very concerned. Polarbear fell asleep almost instantly, and Sandflower lay beside him, gently licking at his fur in an attempt to clean the parts of him that weren't wounded. She was glad when Snowstar asked Boneclaw to fetch herbs, hoping that the medicine cat would find something to ease her son's pain.

When Boneclaw asked him to help, Northsky immediately leapt to his feet and nodded. This was something he was good at, something he could do to help his Clanmates and his remaining brother. He knew a good bit about herbs- more than most warriors, anyways. Northsky followed Boneclaw as she left the camp in search of herbs. (OoC: I assume that she did this?)

Sandflower watched Northsky leave, then returned to administering to her son as best she knew how. If Polarbear was feeling at all better when they set out again, perhaps she would ask Northsky to remain with his brother while she went to help Darkfang and Angelface with their kits. The poor parents seemed to be having difficulty carrying their sons for so long, and Darkfang was injured, too.

Thinking about kits made memories of the battle rise up in Sandflower's mind, and she cringed. There had been many battles for her since IceClan was decimated by BloodClan, but this had been the worst. So many had fallen.

Sandlower had been out hunting when the attack occurred, so she had not known right away. Eventually, though, her hunting party had heard the sounds of battle, and raced back to aid their Clan. Sandflower had gone right for the nursery, in time only to see two enemy warriors breaking into it. The ashy-furred FallenClan warrior had gone right in after them, grabbing one's scruff in her teeth and hauling him off-balance. Angelface and her kits were gone- Sandflower now knew that they had wisely fled- but Rubyclaw remained with her three kits, and the reddish-furred she-cat was fighting desperately to protect her children.

Sandflower fought desperately to pull her opponent out of the confines of the nursery so that she could have space to fight him properly, but the BloodClan cat fought back with skill and fury, and Sandflower was still battling him when Rubyclw fell. Sandflower had lunged desperately, trying to grab at least one kit before they were killed, but in her moment of distraction her opponent pinned her down. The FallenClan she-cat battered at his stomach with her hind legs and he jumped back, yowling, but by the time Sandflower had scrambled to her feet, the other warrior had killed the helpless kits. Screaming with rage, the she-cat had launched herself at the two warriors, and would probably have been killed if Topazfur had not come to the nursery, hoping to protect his sister and her kits, and instead ending up helping Sandflower to slay their murderers. He had not survived the battle, and Sandflower mourned the loss of yet another great cat.

The rest of the battle was little more than a blur, but Sandflower would never forget Rubyclaw's desperation or the cries of the defenseless kits. There had been so much lost in that battle, so much that could never be replaced. Thank MoonClan that Angelface had escaped with kits intact, and thank MoonClan that Sandflower still had two sons left.

[Nightpaw]

Flightkit woke with a start, Hearing the screams and yowls of his clan through his dream. She shuddered, ducking his head into his paws as the last of the dream faded. He looked up and around, and saw that he had not been sleeping long. His family was still curled where he had remembered them, Snowstar and Boneclaw still looking over cats, and Flightkit shuddered once more at the sight of Polarbear's tail.

He knew he would not be able to sleep much more for a while, so Flightkit stood and carefully crawled over his mother to look around. Looking back, He reminded himself not to go far, for he feared what she would think if he were missing when she woke.

[Hawkpaw]

Morningglory... No, Morningstar now, even though she had not formally recieved her name and lives yet, sat in the meadow on the far side, away from her clan. She stared out across her clan, the remnants of what had been. Her clan reduced to hardly more than 10 cats. They had been strong, so incredibly strong. They had worked hard to prepare for this battle. They knew it would come. Countless hours of training, wasted. But maybe, those hours had saved them. Maybe if they hadn't been working so hard to train, they wouldn't even be here today. She shuddered at that thought, and bile rose into her throat. No, she couldn't think that. They were still alive. That was all that mattered.

Still though, she had lost so much. They all had lost so much. Her father, their leader, dead. Emeralddragon, her first apprentice, the apprentice she had worked harder than anything to train, dead. Morningglo... Morningstar dipped her head and a tear fell from her eyes and landed on her paw.

Moonclan, she prayed mentally, Please, accept my clanmates with open paws. They did not deserve such horrible deaths. Tears were now falling freely from her deep, blue eyes now, I must know though, Why? WHY! Why did you have to kill them? Take them away from me! FROM US! Please, I pray, Moonclan, send me a dream tonight. Tell me why. I must know... I miss them so much... My father, Emeralddragon, Silentvoice. They were all my friends, my family! Why, Moonclan? WHY! She lay her head down in her paws and let the tears fall freely now.

All of her clanmates lay dead, DEAD, on the battlefield, their bodies left to rot! To be scavenged by vultures! No cat would go back to bury them, no cat would sit vigil. They would lay there until their flesh rotted and their skeletons were nothing more than dust. She thought of her father, his silver body laying on the battlefield in front of her as he died. He had died to save his clan, his last life, STOLEN from him! Ripped from him in cold blood by the orange cat. She knew not his name, but she knew his appearance.

Her eyes narrowed, and her lips drew back in a snarl. She would get her revenge. When the time was right, the orange cat would meet his fate.

[Starlight]

Angelface awoke with a start. She'd felt something...her blue eyes flicked immediately to her mate, still sleeping somewhat peacefully, then to her kits, where...

"Flightkit?" she called out, her voice hoarse and pitched high with anxiety. She jumped up onto her feet, eyes wildly searching the meadow. Finally she saw him, and she almost went limp with relief. "Oh, Flightkit...th-there you are. Is something wrong?"

Breezekit roused as his mother's warmth suddenly disappeared. He blinked around groggily, then got up shakily on his legs. He hadn't been walking for long; Flightkit had learned several days before him. He kept blinking at their surroundings, confused. Why weren't they in the nursery? Where was this place?

[Nightpaw]

Flightkit turned as his mother called, already feeling guilty. He trotted closer "I'm sorry, I had a bad dream, and, well...." nut he stumbled on a pebble on his way back, he hadn't been paying attention. "Off." he grunted.

((Sorry, how old are they exactly, a few days?))

[Lightfur]

Clifftalon stood, blood dripping from his muzzle, and watched with glee as the FallenClan cats- what was left of them, at least- scrambled to retreat. Ignoring the twitching body at his feet- he'd injured the FallenClan apprentice mortally, without a doubt- Clifftalon made his way around the battlefield, trying to figure out exactly what the BloodClan casualties had been. He estimated that maybe ten FallenClan warriors had retreated, but that a good three-quarters of them had been slaughtered. There were a good number of BloodClan dead, but considering that they had nearly wiped out four Clans over the last few years, BloodClan was still surprisingly strong.

Glancing around to try and pick out the warriors he was most familiar with, Clifftalon absentmindedly noticed that Bearheart had survived the battle unscathed, which was annoying. Honestly, he would have preferred it if the bothersome she-cat had been killed in the fighting, because she couldn't seem to accept that they were through. Oh, well. He would have to continue ignoring her, he supposed.

Then the massive deputy stopped, having caught sight of something that chilled his blood… A hulking, bloodstained form lying limp on the ground, his throat torn out. Gorgehollow, Clifftalon's son. Leafswirls's son. Clifftalon was suddenly reminded of when he had discovered Leafswirl's body, after that awful battle. He had never expected his clever, quick wife to be pinned down by one of the MoonClan worshippers. If only he had been with her… If only he had been with Gorgehollow. Clifftalon picked his way over to his son's body, and sat for a moment, gazing into his son's blue, sightless eyes. With a sigh, the deputy used his paw to close the dead cat's eyes, then stood. What was done was done, and right now Clifftalon would focus on what needed to be done. Which was, of course, tracking down and killing the last of the FallenClan cats, thereby fulfilling the commands of SunClan.

The drab-furred deputy sought out his leader, Chosenstar, and addressed him. "Chosenstar, I would like to personally lead a patrol to eliminate the FallenClan cats who fled. With your permission, I would like to take Lightningwind, Monster, Aspenbark and a few other warriors and track them. It should be enough, I think, since they are few, wounded and exhausted." He waited anxiously on his leader's response.

[Starlight]

Chosenstar sat on a small rise just behind the battlefield, with not so much as a speck of blood to dirty his coat, surveying the damage. He didn't even glance at his deputy when Clifftalon approached and reported to him. He considered the suggestion before agreeing in his whispery voice, "Yes. It should not take many of our clanmates to finish the job. Gather our surviving elite, and Monster if he wishes to join you. Leave as quickly as you can--there may be rain tonight, and you must not loose the trail."

The elite. BloodClan's strongest and smartest. Aspenbark, a cruel and merciless fighter, though her talent was sometimes marred by sporadic bursts of unwieldy emotions. Bloodeyes, a brute and a bully, indisputably one of the strongest cats BloodClan had to offer. However, he had no more intelligence than a mouse--less, even--and required direction to perform. Lightningwind, cunning and nearly as good at manipulating others as Chosenstar himself, except that her passion for sadism ruled her. She was adept at handling Bloodeyes. Monster, not technically of BloodClan and loyal to none, but a strong enough ally to be worth the headache. And Clifftalon. Clifftalon, his loyal deputy, existing only to do Chosenstar's bidding, but with just enough wits about him to act without Chosenstar always pulling the strings. Strong, too, and unquestioning. Chosenstar sometimes worried--if the monotonous thought could be called worrying--that he was beginning to rely too heavily on his deputy. But there was nothing he could do about that just now. He needed Clifftalon to finish the task SunClan had set them, as Chosenstar could not run off after stragglers when his clan was in this condition. Maybe after the clan had recovered, but not now.

"Yes. You must go."

((I think that's a fair summary of each cat, but please tell me if I got something wrong.))

[Nightpaw]

Aspenbark Shook some blood form her hind leg as the straggling Fallenclan retreated. "Wimps." she muttered as she licked the long gash down her foreleg. She wondered who was still among them that she cared for. She saw no sign of Owlflight (Cat That retreated that I will make later.) or some of the others, who she had no doubt had run. She saw Tumbledance lying motionless a few feet away, which she regretted. She had liked her. Nothing could be done, though, so she looked for the living, and saw Chosenstar and Clifftallon and went to join her leaders. An elimination patrol? She sat straighter.

[Wildstar]

Ooc: Loved your little character summary, Starry! I actually started cackling by the end of it. (I can't control my evil laughter.)

Bic:
BloodClan was full of… dare he say it? Monsters. No--demons. In their quest for power and territory, they completely destroyed three clans. Or they would've, if they hadn't asked him to join the bloodbath. Chosenstar had promised him a much bigger piece of land if the huge tom helped in their genocide. Monster was not what anycat would call a pacifist, but if he could get what he wanted without bloodshed, what was the point of wasting energy?
And he had proven his theory completely. Although he had agreed to this brief alliance through battle, he had not agreed to kill anycat. He believed all that needed to be done was rough some up and get a few bites in--it kept everything else off of his land, why would it be different this time? Still, he had killed at least one, to diffuse any suspicions. If they found out he was not doing as much as they had anticipated, the deal would be off.
'Foxdung,' he thought. The battle could've been won easily, regardless of the numbers and spirit of the other party. BloodClan had much better technique. He wasn't disgusted to admit it, nor was he pleased. It was simply fact--like FallenClan's demise.

As soon as the tides had turned in BloodClan's favour, Monster had returned to his land. It would do no good to stick around, and even if the remnant came back, what was there to be afraid of? A few measly warriors were nothing to a cat that had terrified wolves. No, he could wait until Chosenstar called for him, to officially mark Monster's territory, and to guarantee that the others would stay out of his business.

Ooc: Hm… not sure if I like Monster right now. He's kinda BLAH. Where's his motivation?

[Lightfur]

OoC: He needs to fall in LOVE. This message brought to you by the Relationships Council.

BiC: Clifftalon nodded happily at his leader. "Yes, Chosenstar. I will do as you say." He spotted Aspenbark loitering nearby and padded over to her, trying not to show his impatience to get going. "Aspenbark, find Bloodeyes, and Monster if you can, tell them that we are putting together a patrol to track down and eliminate the FallenClan cats. You might as well fetch another couple of warriors as well, if you get the opportunity. Meet back here as quickly as you can." Clifftalon would find Lightningwind himself… She was probably near a large pile of FallenClan bodies. The deputy did not wait for Aspenbark's response- She was a good warrior, she would obey his orders or be sorry- and instead peeled away, trotting down the rise towards the battlefield, eyes scanning for a glimpse of orange-and-white fur.

[Nightpaw]

Aspenbark stood and trotted off in search of the albino and Monster. She was certain that Monster wouldn't have gotten into trouble, though he may be hard to find, but Bloodeyes was not very sharp. He migh have wandered off, or started attacking himself out of lack of other cats to fight.

Owlflight wandered into the fighting area, where the noise had died out. He looked around, wishing for all he was worth that he wasn't here, that he hadn't been here. he flinched when he saw the carnage on the field. Seeing movement, he stepped out and recognized Aspenbark, and felt a regretful relief.

Aspenbark spotted him crawling out of the brush, and sneered. "So you came back. Thats surprising, Did you leave your tail in your hurry to get out of here?"
"I just couldn't handle the violence."
"Well it's time to make yourself useful, since you wriggled out of a fight. We are patrolling out to finish them off. You are with us."

[Hawkpaw]

Ooc: XD

Bloodeyes doesn't want to be played the way I wrote him. He's acting more like an evil Boxer. I must update him...

BIC: Bloodeyes stood over the body of the cat he had been battling, a look of pure confusion over his face. Why wasn't the cat moving? They had been fighting, and Bloodeyes had bit into the cats throat. He had continued fighting for a short time, but then he completely stopped moving... "Fallenclan cat. Wake up. The battle's over. We won. You can go after your clan now," he said, prodding the now cooling body of his fallen foe with a massive paw. He placed his paw underneath the cat's body and attempted to lift him up to stand, but he just flopped over again on his other side. He poked his shoulder in an attempt to wake him, and his white paw became stained with crimson. Suddenly curious as to what the crimson liquid was, he lifted his paw to his muzzle and sniffed it.

Bloodeyes froze at the smell. Blood? He shook his head. No... That can't be blood. I didn't bite him that hard... He licked his paw, tasting the deep crimson liquid, and his tongue was filled with the taste of salt and iron. I couldn't have bitten him that hard! Bloodeyes' massive shoulders sunk a little bit. He had killed a cat. He didn't want to kill... Only mame... Or seriously injure...*

Bloodeyes once again prodded the cat's side, hoping he was just sleeping. "Come on, mister Fallenclan cat. Wake up. Your clan's gone. It's time to go home. You can stop sleeping now..."

*YAY HARRY POTTER QUOTES!