Scene Of Crime

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The two toms finally made it to the border. Bronzeclaw could tell his brother was out of breath by the way he was breathing heavily. He turned his brown tabby head to the place where Cornwhisker's blood was just starting to dry. Sickness washed over him. "Brother..."

"I have no clue." Goldenpelt murmured.

"Do you think they just did it to be...cruel?" As much as Bronzeclaw hated it he hoped that was the case. They did not need an uprising of rogues.

"Too many attacks in the recent past." Goldenpelt grunted. "Why in the name of Starclan would they-" He shot his head up, "Bronze did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" Bronzeclaw said as the ducked into the grass. He could feel his brother's body taut with fear.

[~Moonflower~]

[shadow=black,left,300]SnOw

~RoGuEs DoN't CaRe AnYmOrE~[/shadow]

Snow was an 8-moon-old white she-cat with black circles around her brown eyes. She lay hidden in the clearing between ThunderClan and ShadowClan's border. Though she was 5 moons younger than the warriors before her, she had been trained since birth. She was good as any warrior, and had a nasty temper to back it up. She had helped to kill the WindClan she-cat. Good for nothing Clan cats... she spit at the ground. It was louder than she had bargained, and the forest went quiet, but her senses told her something was there. Something that was not prey, something that was not the wind, or even plants. She smelled more clan cats over blood, two young warriors, both WindClan, both very still. If Snow yowled loud enough, more cats would come from her band, Snake's band. No doubt Brillowpad and Darkstream's cats would help her too. They could easily tear these two foolish warriors apart.

Testing to see what the warriors would do. Snow stepped out into the clearing, looking like a pretty lost she-cat wandering the woods. She made small mews as if calling for someone who she had lost. Obviously, the band would not hear the calls, but if the warriors made any move at all she would call, her long yowl would echo through the forest, her raspy voice showing through. She would attack, and torture the young toms. Snow hid her mischievious smile.

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Bronzeclaw's ears flicked up. "Brother, look."He meowed softly. He felt Goldenpelt's body stiffen next to him.

"What the heck is that she-cat doing on our terrritory?" He hissed, "And so soon after a murder?"

"She looks lost brother."

"It's suspicious-" Bronzeclaw heard him let out a hiss as he got to his paws, "Bronze!"

"Hey." Bronzeclaw meowed, bounding over to where the she-cat was, "Are you lost? I can point you the way out of our territory..."

[~Moonflower~]

Snow heard their whispers, but continued looking for a cat that wasn't there. When they came out into the open, she held back a hiss. She didn't want to look evil. In fact, a more innocent look might do best. Maybe they would even take her to WindClan camp, unless they had half a brain.

For her innocent look, Snow cowered back, and a scared look came into her eyes. In the back of her head, she was screaming to just torture these two toms, but she had to see if they had anyone near them, and what she was up against. She shivered against the snow as if she had been cold for a long time. Her ears were flattened back as if the warriors couldn't slash them if they were flat. Any steps closer, and Snow knew she wouldn't be able to hold back any longer, she would charge and tear these two good-for-nothing cats apart.

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Goldenpelt felt irratation as his brother got up and padded at the she-cat. Something didn't seem right, in her posture. A snarl formed on his features and the small tom barred his brother's path while keeping a close eye on the she-cat.

"No funny business." He said, his golden eyes narrowed, "You're not fooling me. It's obvious your just acting like you are, perhaps you should take lessons?"

"Brother!" Bronzeclaw yowled, "Don't be stupid! Your so paranoid-"

"Listen Bronze!" Goldenpelt spat, "Can't you see this? Why would a cat convienently wander into Windclan territory after a murder! It doesn't add up!"

[~Moonflower~]

Snow knew there was no fooling now. One of them knew what she was up to. There obviously wouldn't be any mercy from him. There probably wouldn't be any chance for her to see the camp and it's weaknesses either. Her scratchy voice wouldn't help if she tried explaining her reason for being there falsely. Snake's band and maybe even some other rogues might hear her calls now. They were still close. They would help, and these Clan cats would be history.

It was decided. Snow's eyes turned to slits, and her body turned onto offense mode. She gave a loud yowl, a scratchy one. Snow turned on the one they called Bronze. She leaped, aiming for his back. Hopefully her sweet innocence had fooled him long enough for her to be able to fight him. Her claws came out as she leaped. They were probably twice the size of a normal cat's claws. She smiled evilly in mid-air. This was her turn to fight.

((Rogues may now enter the fight))

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[Sunny]

The tortishell she-cat's ears pricked as she heard the sound of a loud, scratchy yowl. She looked towards the oppisite way that she was going. She already knew who that yowl belonged to, Snow, the young she-cat with a scratchy voice. It was obvious she was calling for help and at the spot where the Windclan cat was killed. Probably found some more cats to kill, she thought dully as she changed her direction, heading for Snow. She was running now although she didn't care if she got there too late but it would be annoying if her leader found out she didn't get there on time on purpose.

Stream slowed down right before Snow was in veiw. She could smell three cats including Snow. She paused crouching down low. Maybe Snow wouldn't need her help afterall she is very good at fighting dispite her young age. She flatten herself to the ground hiding within the tall grass waiting to see if Snow was outmatched as well as outnumbered.

[♰Fickle♰]

(Outofcharacter: Apologizing in advance to Smally for slightly powerplaying Beartooth...)

[glow=white,2,300]Fickleheart[/glow]

Fickleheart's golden orange gaze was dull as he listened Beartooth explain the borders and the territory. His mouth stretched open in a yawn. Bored out of my mind. He thought. Suddenly he heard yowling.

Very familiar yowling, "That's...Goldenpelt."

He sprang from the bushes, letting his long legs carry him the distance they needed to go. They didn't fail him. He burst from a patch of thick grass right as a she-cat leaped at Bronzeclaw. "Rogues! WindClan! Attack!" And then a black blurr slammed into his side. Fickleheart was thrown clear but he dug his claws into the turf. He whirled, pelt on end to face a young cat no older than an apprentice. The tom's hazel eyes flashed and Fickleheart let his anger show in his own.

[glow= white,2,300]>>Let the waves up take me down
Let the hurricane set in motion... yeah<<[/glow]

[glow=black,2,300]Severed[/glow]

Unthinking.
Unfeeling.
That is the key...

Severed sprang from the other side of the border. He doubted that even Snow had scented him earlier. He threw himself into the tortoiseshell, and the tom was thrown clear. He felt no satisfaction.

Do not think.
Only do.

Severed snarled at the tom in front of him. Weaving with surprising speed. He darted in, letting his claws lash out at the cats throat where a scar showed visibly. The cat weaved just in time.

Duck.
Roll.
Slash.
Only feel the pleasure...

Severed's claws flashed again. Glinting in the sunlight. This time they caught the tom in his eye. The cat let out a hiss and weaved below his claws. Severed shifted his weight and slammed down. He felt the cat's breath get knocked from it's body.

Move away, his claws are flashing.
Caught my shoulder.

Blood welled up as the tortoiseshell exploded from beneath Severed's paws and slashed deep into his shoulder. He did not react from the pain. Just shot his claws out so the tom had to duck his head from the wild blow.

[glow=black,2,300]>>Severed my ties,
tearing into my heart<<[/glow]

[glow=black,2,300]Timber[/glow]

Timber did not move from his spot. The huge silver tabby just watched as the two cats danced. He paid little attention to Snow's battle. He did not care for her.

Part of him ached as he watched Severed weave and dart. No, his name is Severedkit. He thought, I'm the one that forced this on him. It's all my fault that he's nothing more than a killing monster.

Timber ached to stop him, the cat he was fighting was slowly gaining back the advantage of true Clan heritage.

Emotion is important in battle too. Timber thought, It's more than killing. If you have no emotion in battle you do not learn as quickly, you do not fear making mistakes. Mistakes can lead to death.

[glow=black,2,300]>>Thickly the timber grows<<[/glow]

[~Moonflower~]

[glow=tan,2,000]Cliffpaw[/glow]

Cliffpaw followed quickly at the side of the group. He wasn't listening to Beartooth at all. He was listening. Listening to every sound made. The dull droning of Beartooth was a blur. No birds made their calls. The death of Cornwhisker had been too recent. Not a single piece of prey was around. All was very silent. Even his pawsteps seemed loud, because of the quietness of the area. He hated how his pawsteps were echoing throughout his mind, seeming as if the enemy would hear them. Suddenly, a yowl broke through the silence. It scared Cliffpaw for a moment, and his eyes showed fear, but once he realized there was nothing near him, and that they were to go to battle, he poised hiself into a battle-like position. He was still crouched as ever, but his muscles were tense, ready to spring anywhich way. His tail moved back and forth, it's curve near the tip blending into the motion. His eyes narrowed, and got darker with rage at the rogues who had murdered the elderly she-cat. Cliffpaw was right behind Fickleheart, and he sprang into the battle a second before his mentor made the call to attack.

Cliffpaw didn't lunge at anyone quite yet though. His eyes were seething at each rogue, daring them to come closer. If they attacked, they would feel his wrath. It looked like Fickleheart was doing okay with the black cat at the moment, and Goldenpelt and Bronzeclaw seemed okay with the white she-cat with dark black circles around her eyes. Cliffpaw sensed something. It was his old mentorless self coming back to him. He could sense someone hiding as he used to. Being alone in the shadows, never coming out. But the sense was multiple. There are more rogues! he thought viciously. He backed up back into the bushes, and began his sniffing. His nose was his best attribute. He sniffed every leaf, following an invisible trail. He looked up, and in the shade of the bushes was the outline of a cat!

((Timber or Stream can be the one that he saw, whoever wants to. I'll wait for Bronzeclaw to react before I RP Snow again.))

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Twilightpaw followed her mentor, trying to look interested. But her mind kept flowing back to Hollyreign. She wondered how her friend was, all alone in the empty elders den. Twilightpaw pouted, it just wasn't fair. These cats all assumed Hollyreign was some psycho because of Doomkit but they really didn't seem to look past that. Quite frankly Twilightpaw liked Hollyreign. Then she heard the yowl. Terror surged through her. Panic made a metallic taste suddenly blossom in her mouth. She looked around, "I-I don't know-" She stopped mid-sentence, as Cliffpaw crouched. Her blue eyes darting from him to her own paws she copied his movements. Then they ran out, Cliffpaw went off and Twilightpaw felt brief panic as she searched for something she could do that was remotely useful.

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Goldenpelt felt a burning outrage deep within him as the white cat jumped onto his brother. He sprang from his spot only to be pinned down beneath a heavy cat, "Fox-dung!"

"Hahaha!" He heard as he felt claws dig deep into his pelt, "Lookit, I caught a mouse! Teeny mouse!"

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING PINT-SIZED!" Screeched Goldenpelt as he exploded from beneath the cat. He felt his claws hook into it's face and the huge tom hissed and backed away. Goldenpelt didn't even pause, he darted for where Bronzeclaw was.

Bronzeclaw was slashing at the she-cat, dancing backwards. There was a scratch on his back where the small cat must have gotten him, but Bronzeclaw seemed otherwise unhurt. Goldenpelt turned his golden head to where the huge cat was. His stomach lurched, the huge cat was lumbering at a quick pace towards Twilightpaw!

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Twilightpaw whirled, her blue eyes stretching wide with fear. That was the BIGGEST cat she had ever flippin seen in her entirity of her life. He was coming at her like a monster on the thunderpath too! Twilightpaw grinned though. Big=slow. Bring it on tough guy, I can out run you. She waited until he was as close as possible before doing a move that would have made Beartooth's claws curl. She dove beneath the huge cats belly, shot out on the other side, gripped his tail between her teeth and hung on as if her life depended on it. And it most likely did, "Mmmmmpf!"

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Klaw grinned stupidly. The little cat wasn't even moving! Easy prey for him! He stumbled in surprise, where'd it go!? Was the little thing invisible.

Searing pain rippled up his spine, "OW! Hey! Hey! My tail's gone derned turned on me! Stop it tail!" He spun around, which was really more of a slow motion stumble in an oval. "What is wrong, gosh darnit it hurts like a son of a YOW!"

[~Moonflower~]

Snow was still locked in her battle with Bronzeclaw. She had landed on his back and given him a scratch or two before he somehow got her off. Her mind was totally locked on what she would do next to the tom. The fighting raged on around her, and Snow could only hope they were winning. Snow stood up on her back legs, making her look taller, and her scratchy voice sounded out to the tom. "The Clans have no chance against us. Why don't you just get off our land!" she spat in the toms face, which hopefully distracted him for a moment.

Snow dove under his belly whilst he was distracted, and turned herself over, she gave more scratches, deeper than the others, then turned over and shot out the backside, giving a nip to his tail. Then she pounced once more, aiming for his head. She flew through the air, her super large claws spread out and just waiting to stick into his fur.

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[Sunny]

[Fight me, kill me, hate me, love me, worship me, help me, save me. Go ahead but I still won't care.]

Stream watched as the fight unfolded into a battle. She bunched up her muscles as she prepared to spring forward to attack when she got a feeling of being watched. Her ears swiveled searching for a noise a clue of another invisible cat while the rest of her body remained motionless flatten to the ground. "You don't want to fight me," she said in a voice that was emotionless, flat and cold. She then stood up and turned towards the young cat. An apprentice judging by the size. An easy kill. She thought as her clear blue eyes stared at the apprentice.