*~~Whispers of Nature ~~ A Warriors-Based Roleplay~~* Closed!

Rumble arrived at camp with his weasel and was heading towards Lightning to share it with her. Sand was immediately between the two. "Don't waste prey on that bag of bones. It's not like she's going to starve!" He joked with an apathy that surprised his brother. Rumble shook out his wooly coat, as though to rid himself of the nasty feeling his brother just gave him and said "Don't be a twit, she's our mother. Evil or no, we can't just ignore her." Sand batted the weasel away with a rough swipe of his claws. "You mean as she did to me?" His wrinkled, hairless face was suddenly full of anger, his normally wide eyes slits of electric blue fury. " She kept throwing me out, hoping I'd die! Dad and the farmer kept dragging me back into the house, force fed me with things for two legged kits! If it were up to her I'd be dead. And I was a innocent newborn. Don't make me remind you who was her strongest son, Rumble." The hairless cats muscles rippled with anticipation beneath this sandy colored skin
 
Emeralds Sharp eye spotted him in the trees. She tackled him “loner” she hissed threateningly

Have a mate? Or could he end up with Emerald
(She's a bit young)
She wound her tail around her and surveyed the land

Meanwhile, Chaos was done with eating Tangle's whiskers so he decided to mess with the other kits instead. He padded up to the other kits and without warning, launched himself at one of them toppling them to the ground.

Emerald felt bad, what would it be like to have a scarred face and be treated differently. She decided she had to find him and apologise. She sprang down from the tree and followed his paw prints in the dirt. She spotted him and whispered “I’m sorry” then She slid away she’d rather not disturb him. Emerald padded all the way back to camp and curled up in the corner still feeling bad
A silent assassin slipped through the undergrowth, breathing softly, dark fur hardly visible in the shadows she traveled through.
Her heart beat faster. She lept, upon Emerald. "Get back here right now, young cat! You shan't be traveling alone in these forests with wanderers around, far from the borders. With incredible strength, Grass continued to drag Emerald back to camp.
"Okay," said Moon swishing her tail back and forth. "Well, how about the old twoleg barn, no two legs been there in years and I bet the prey is thriving," she offered.
(There is a barn in every warriors forest. :D )
At camp there is a sound echoing through the boulders. Like a V8 motor trying to idle with a clogged up carburetor, Cherrys deep purrs thrummed steadily. Sand was crawling all over his much larger companion, letting his ratlike paws grasp deep into her plush fur. She lay blinking slowly with delight. He just kept muttering "I love, love,love,love you up so!" Into the clean, fluffy mass of fur. A few yards away Lightnings withered form still lay sprawled in the grass, shivering with cold and hunger. Rumble had followed the others to the barn in search of prey.
Ice was disgusted. "Absolutely no time to tell your family you are alive, have you?" She was more disgusted by the snake looking thing than her daughter, though.
After all, she was alive!
Rumble prances out from behind a moldy old bale of straw in the barn. "Guys, check it out." He says with a freshly killed weasel dangling from his mouth. "Its some kind of snake-rabbit or something. Want some?"

Chaos knew if he wanted to finish his mission he had to do it now. He would kill one of the herbs. The medicine cat's den suddenly became a battlefield and he fought to reach a skinny plant with tiny white flowers. His target. With amazing speed and agility, Chaos unleased his wrath on the tiny plant. But the moment his jaws clenched the plant he reeled in pain. Chaos began to tremble and shake. His eyes became slits. He began to roll on the floor in pain. It looked like he was having a seizure. He opened his mouth to scream but nothing came out.
Drops ran to the screaming, horrified. "He's been poisoned!" He shouted, frozen with shock.
".....Alright, more for me." Rumble was genuinely oblivious to being treated so rudely. He carried his kill back to camp
"You got yourself a kit-killer there," Frog said with a raised eyebrow and a narrowed eye.
"Weasel," Wind translated for his father.
 
Feather padded up to see what the commotion was and saw the gasping Chaos and Drops. "Poisoned? With what?" asked Feather alarmed.
"Don't worry, Feather, he's not poisoned anymore. He's alright I think. He's sleeping now." Heron's voice was trusting and firm.
"Some peace and quiet at last," poor Snow smiled.
 
Feather padded up to see what the commotion was and saw the gasping Chaos and Drops. "Poisoned? With what?" asked Feather alarmed.
"Heron says it's symptoms from... hemlock. A deadly poison," Drops' flat amber eyes were wide with fear, his body trembling. As annoying as this kit was, Drops didn't want to see him die.
 

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