danger. alert.

[sweetiepie993]

His short white coat barely brushed by the grass, though making enough sound to alert his fellow clanmates he was entering the camp. Deathclaw's un-matched eyes scanned the clearing for a hesitant moment. Why did his fur stand on end? He shook his head thoroughly, ridding himself of such foreboding thoughts.
Clamped tightly inside the white warrior's jaws were a slender mouse. Either he was being very oblivious, or the prey just was slowly shying away today. It is that time of year though Deathclaw thought to himself with another shudder. Treading forward lightly, he dropped his mouth on the fresh kill pile. Hunger gnawed slightly at his belly, but he thought the others were more deserving of the food then he. After all, he was suppose to put his clan first.
Blinking his eyes slowly, Deathclaw realized how tired he actually was. "I guess I'll go take a nap." He said, talking to himself now. Gracefully, he trotted into teh warrior's den and curled into a ball, falling asleep almost instantly.

[Mistpelt]

Mistpelt padded around the camp, her restless mind trotted between thoughts. Her ears pricked involuntary at the quiet sound of grass rustling and she spotted a short white pelt padding sleepily into the Warriors den.

Her own short tabby grey pelt brustled slightly. Did Deathclaw feel that uneasing as well? I know the raging battle with IslandClan has been strengthening, but.....This feels different. As if the predator is...Somehow different.....Ugh, stop!! she thought to herself. If you keep scaring youself like that, you'll be no different than a kit in the nursey!

Sighing a little, Mistpelt walked quietly over to the Warrior's den, pasuing at the entrance, and gazed at the sleeping Deathclaw. Sure, if anyone walked into where the two cats were, they'd probably thought that Deathclaw was dead and Mistpelt was a freak. But, somehow....Deathclaw's eyes were so inviting and everything seemed to crash and burn at the same time, though made her feel as if she was a kit again, safe and sound in the nursery.

[sweetiepie993]

Deathclaw's eyes fluttered open, seeing Mistpelt standing at the entrance of the den. A smirk spread across his maw, forgetting all of his past concerns as he looked at the tabby. With a loud yawn he pushed himself up with his front two paws, shaking his pelt once then padding over to the exited warrior she-cat. "Morning..er, afternoon." Deathclaw seemed disorientated after sleeping for some time.

Noticing her wider eyes, he felt a little deja vu', for he had just felt like that not more then a few moments ago...so it seemed. "Want to go hunting? I haven't eaten since forever, and you look the same." Deathclaw remarked, an almost pleading look on his slendor face. The white Tom wanted to get out of camp, it seemed the more he stayed there the more worried he got.

[Sable]

An elderly black-and-white tom slowly made his way out of the sheltered elders' den. His black fur was dotted with white hairs, and although always slender, his sleek coat didn't hide the way his ribs poked out. Despite this, the only thing that betrayed his age was his stiff walk and the limp in his hips. Blackbird's scarred muzzle nosed at the fresh-kill pile, but left the mouse, deciding it could wait.[/color]

[Mistpelt]

"Uh...Heh...Afternoon," she greeted, the widened gaze fading a little. "Yeah," said Mistpelt, agreeing to hunt. "Shall we go?" she asked, turning to let Deathclaw through. She had noticed that almost pleading look on his face and it worried her slightly. Now, there was no doubt that the other tom felt the same as she had a few moments ago.

It almost felt wrong for a second to leave her Clan undefended, though then she realized that this was only a feeling. Mistpelt was no medicine cat, and she had never gotten some phrophizing dream from StarClan. Or ANY dream from StarClan, she thought, a little bitterly. Perhaps she was a tad jealous that the medicine cats shared such a strong bond with their warrior ancestors. Your place is as a warrior.... said a small voice in her head.

"Hey, Blackbird...." said Mistpelt. "Would you like us to bring back some fresh kill?" she asked.

((SABLE! -tackle- ))[/color]

[Sable]

(( HALLO THAR Blackbird is the Warriors version of Figaro, in case you didn't know. ))

Blackbird looked up at Mistpelt. "Of course not," he growled sarcastically. "We'll be perfectly fine all through leaf-bare without any fresh-kill whatsoever, won't we?" [/color]

[Mistpelt]

((Lol....He sounds like you, Sable...XD! ))

"I was just asking, you grump," she said, muttering the last two words. "Did a tick bite you or something?" she asked rather boldly. Her whiskers twitched slightly. "Well, if you're in such a bad mood, come hunting with us!" she challenged the old elder.[/color]

[Sable]

(( 'Cuz we all know I'm gonna be a sexy old fart when I grow up. ))

Blackbird bristled and bared his teeth at the young warrior. "Maybe you should just crawl back to the nursery while you can, kit!" he shot back, his pale yellow eyes like narrowed dangerously. In an involuntary gesture, his claws began to slide out of their sheaths. Not all of his scars came from fights with cats from the other Clans.[/color]

[sweetiepie993]

Deathclaw watched the two in the background, his tail swishing back in forth in amusement. A low purr could be heard coming from his throat, these two were close to hilarious. "Do I need to break you two up?" The Tom asked, stepping between them with a mock shocked look on his face. Deathclaw knew that Blackbird fought occasionally with his clanmates and he didn't feel the need to have a fight brake out at that moment.

[Mistpelt]

(( ROFL! ))

"I'm not a kit! I may be only a warrior, and you an elder, but I am not a kit," Mistpelt exclaimed. "And aren't we supposed to be defending the camp just in case it's a harsh leaf-bare?" she asked, with a twinge of regret. It would've been exciting to fight someone. Though an elder in her own Clan?

Turning to face Deathclaw, she had a mock look of fear on her place. "Oh no!" she said, pretending to be a frightened kit.

[Sable]

Blackbird snorted in contempt. "Defend the camp against who? The fresh-kill you and Deathclaw were supposed to be getting?" He glared at the two, his tail flicking in agitation.[/color]

[Mistpelt]

"Against enemy Clans or the harshness of Leafbare!" said Mistpelt. "I do hope you know that we are almost at war with IslandClan!" she said.

[sweetiepie993]

Deathclaw let out a low clear growl in his throat, he not was appreciating the sudden seirousness bringing him back to reality. "Will you two stop bickering!" He snarled at them, though mostly aiming at Blackbird since Mistpelt didn't start this. "Like Mistpelt has correctly pointed out, we have bigger things to worry about then a fued over nothing, do you not agree Blackbird?" His voice had calmed now as he pinted his gaze at the dark elder.

[Sable]

"Think for a moment, mousebrains!" Blackbird snarled. "IslandClan wouldn't dare attack us. If they won, Taintedstar would quickly reinforce her efforts to take Big Claw Island, and IslandClan can't take that in the middle of leaf-bare. If they were defeated, they'd suffer devastating losses. The risk is too high, and Jadestar is a shrewd leader." The old tomcat seated himself more comfortably against the cold ground. "As for lack of prey, don't forget that we not only have the forest but also we also have a larger range of water than IslandClan does."[/color]

[Mistpelt]

Mistpelt opened her mouth to say something, but immediatly thought better of it. It was true that the Clan didn't need inner battles. "Excuse me, Blackbird," said Mistpelt, biting back her temptation to shake some sense into the old badger. "I stepped out of line," she continued, bowing low. So, it was true the old elder had a point, but Mistpelt was stubborn inside. Though, now she wasn't letting it show.