"Alright then 2.Nevertheless, each Clan is proud and independent, with traditions that must always be respected. and 3.An honorable warrior does not need to kill other cats to win their battles, unless they are outside the code, or it is necessary for self-defense. can you tell me why we obey 3.?"
"Is it because we shouldn't spill blood to win?" Sunpaw asked in confusion.
Wolftooth's entire pelt got COVERED in the shards, and as he looked up at the group with all the shards of glass penetrating his pelt at once... He let out a loud yell. His entire back was covered in now blood stained glass shards. He collapsed, but tried slowly to stand back up.
Whiteheart managed to catch a flash of Wolftooth, impaled all over by somewhat invisible thingies before his world flipped. Water roared in his ears, and Dickens thrashed wildly under the warrior's grip. He suddenly burst out with a panicked burst of energy, gasping for air. Whiteheart had to pursue him before he caused more damage, also gulping in the sweet, sweet oxygen from the atmosphere. He surged forwards desperately, and locked his Jaws into his quarry. And then they went down, warrior with his claws now fastened to the rogue's flanks. "Broken! SorrytelltoGentle-" bloom. Up and out into air again. "An' Lostp-" paw. And then the two finally went under. Dickens went into a frenzy, his lungs constricting as the air went out of him. And then he grabbed Whiteheart's mauled, scarred, burnt, lame leg in his maw in a desperate attempt to resurface and escape death. Anything to do so - even if it meant pulling out whatever was left of the destroyed leg. Hey, he was doing the warrior a favour! Whiteheart remained impassive as Dickens yanked his leg away. It was a hassle to keep, anyway. And it didn't hurt, it was severed below the shoulder, where his nerves were destroyed. He instead, tears merging with creek water, sunk his double rows of teeth into the rogue's shoulder deep, latching his claws onto the flank, side, anything he could grasp. And let Dickens drown with him. Yes, it was a suicide. But if it meant saving his Clanmates, sure! That was okay. They swirled in the freezing currents, slashing, biting. To be free, each with their own definitions. And I never got to say goodbye to Shadowlight. And Whitehearts' head slammed into rock, and the stars winked out, one by one. Dickens felt the slackening of his enemy, and shook himself free, hampered by the fast-flowing liquid. He slashed at the water, freezing cold. And his head burst through the surface, and he cambered out, bedraggled and very much on the verge of hypothermia. "Michael?" he called, his voice rasping. "I killed him," Yet the warrior still lived, carried by the waters to a safer place.
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Whiteheart managed to catch a flash of Wolftooth, impaled all over by somewhat invisible thingies before his world flipped. Water roared in his ears, and Dickens thrashed wildly under the warrior's grip. He suddenly burst out with a panicked burst of energy, gasping for air. Whiteheart had to pursue him before he caused more damage, also gulping in the sweet, sweet oxygen from the atmosphere. He surged forwards desperately, and locked his Jaws into his quarry. And then they went down, warrior with his claws now fastened to the rogue's flanks. "Broken! SorrytelltoGentle-" bloom. Up and out into air again. "An' Lostp-" paw. And then the two finally went under. Dickens went into a frenzy, his lungs constricting as the air went out of him. And then he grabbed Whiteheart's mauled, scarred, burnt, lame leg in his maw in a desperate attempt to resurface and escape death. Anything to do so - even if it meant pulling out whatever was left of the destroyed leg. Hey, he was doing the warrior a favour! Whiteheart remained impassive as Dickens yanked his leg away. It was a hassle to keep, anyway. And it didn't hurt, it was severed below the shoulder, where his nerves were destroyed. He instead, tears merging with creek water, sunk his double rows of teeth into the rogue's shoulder deep, latching his claws onto the flank, side, anything he could grasp. And let Dickens drown with him. Yes, it was a suicide. But if it meant saving his Clanmates, sure! That was okay. They swirled in the freezing currents, slashing, biting. To be free, each with their own definitions. And I never got to say goodbye to Shadowlight. And Whitehearts' head slammed into rock, and the stars winked out, one by one. Dickens felt the slackening of his enemy, and shook himself free, hampered by the fast-flowing liquid. He slashed at the water, freezing cold. And his head burst through the surface, and he cambered out, bedraggled and very much on the verge of hypothermia. "Michael?" he called, his voice rasping. "I killed him," Yet the warrior still lived, carried by the waters to a safer place.
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The five stages of grief can lead down 2 paths:forgiveness... AND VENGEANCE.
Brokentalon
SHADOWCLAN warrior || 47 moons|| Black tom with green eyes and broken claws
"WHITEHEART, NO!!!" Brokentalon's face filled with tears, ears flat above his head as he suddenly bounded into the water to try and find Whiteheart in a panic. He refused to lose his patrol mate. Not while blood still pounded in his veins, not while he still breathed! HE WASN'T LOSING ANOTHER FRIEND! But wait.. What if they were telling the truth? That... That should've been Brokentalon, not Whiteheart... He couldn't take it. Ears flat, he burst into tears at the sight. He looked towards the two loners."DO YOU SERIOUSLY THINK THIS IS OKAY?! THAT WAS MY ONLY DECENT FRIEND, AND YOU KILLED HIM! HOW COULD YOU?! THAT SHOULD'VE BEEN ME, NOT HIM!!! I HATE YOU! I HATE BOTH OF YOU! I'LL KILL YOU BOTH HERE AND NOW!!!!" Pure, venomous FURY filled Brokentalon's voice as he screamed his rage and anger towards the two loners.Once Brokentalon finished what he was saying, he charged again, ready for round two. He STILL towered over Dickens. But this time... He wasn't holding back.
Michael's fur bristled as Brokentalon came charging at him full speed in anger. Quickly shoving Dickens aside, Michael charged at Brokentalon and the two began to fight. "Then I guess he won't be the only one going down! DICKENS! THROW MORE GLASS IN THE WAY!" Michael commanded with a plan. The two cats suddenly tumbled into the waters, struggling for survival and trying to make it out alive. Michael lifted himself onto Brokentalon's hind paw(left) and pretty much tore it off so he could use it as a buoy to survive. The amount of anger searing through Brokentalon's entire body felt like knives and sharp objects- wait, no, that was just some leftover glass. Suddenly, the two collided with some rocks and both were knocked out from the impact, washing up on the shore at the exact same time.
Wolftooth's ears were flat, his fur bristling, and his eyes wild with emotion."...you monster..." He snarled at Dickens before suddenly toppling over and passing out.
Berrie's ears pricked up at fighting. She practically WHACKED her brother awake and the two peered out of their little burrow.
Skratch hated being woken up, so as soon as Berrie whacked him he bit her before he heard the fighting.
Pearnose padded out towards the sunkissed creek, grumbling as she did so. She really had to catch a minnow? In this weather? It was too cold to be out, she'd much rather be in camp, lounging around and sunbathing or at least trying to, rowdy kits always seemed to wake her up.
She looked around for a spot next to the creek. How do you even catch a minnow anyways? Where's the best spot? She had no idea, but she had to this, got Batflight. Although she completely sure why she cared so much. She finally chose a flat(ish) rock by the creek and stared down at the creek. She had no clue what she was doing.
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DeerPounce watched PearNose scramble around with sharp eyes. ' ' Didn't know we had a RiverClaner among us. ' ' DeerPounce sneaks out as he leaps down from a nearby tree. ' ' I mean if you're one of them ima have to escort you across the border. ' ' he jokes as he sits down at the creek's edge. DeerPounce would groom his brown fur as he kept a watchful eye on PearNose. Why would a ShadowClan cat have any interest in a minnow? Fish was for the bottom feeders that lived in the water in his opinion.
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DeerPounce watched PearNose scramble around with sharp eyes. ' ' Didn't know we had a RiverClaner among us. ' ' DeerPounce sneaks out as he leaps down from a nearby tree. ' ' I mean if you're one of them ima have to escort you across the border. ' ' he jokes as he sits down at the creek's edge. DeerPounce would groom his brown fur as he kept a watchful eye on PearNose. Why would a ShadowClan cat have any interest in a minnow? Fish was for the bottom feeders that lived in the water in his opinion.
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She looked over at Deerpounce and flicked her tail. “RiverClanner? Hah! I wish. I have no idea what I’m doing. I’m only here because Batflight’s injured and stuck in camp, and I offered to catch her a minnow. I swear that cat’s insane. Who even getting their paws wet besides RiverClan?” The long furred cat complained, although secretly she hoped to make Batflight’s day by offering her a minnow.
She just barely dipped one of her gray paws to test the water’s temperature, only to immediately take it back out. “Foxdung! That’s cold! I swear if I get anything besides my paws wet I’m going to strange Batflight.” She grumbled the last part, although it was certainly not true.
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GRIEF
The five stages of grief can lead down 2 paths:forgiveness... AND VENGEANCE.
Brokentalon
SHADOWCLAN warrior || 47 moons|| Black tom with green eyes and broken claws
"WHITEHEART, NO!!!" Brokentalon's face filled with tears, ears flat above his head as he suddenly bounded into the water to try and find Whiteheart in a panic. He refused to lose his patrol mate. Not while blood still pounded in his veins, not while he still breathed! HE WASN'T LOSING ANOTHER FRIEND! But wait.. What if they were telling the truth? That... That should've been Brokentalon, not Whiteheart... He couldn't take it. Ears flat, he burst into tears at the sight. He looked towards the two loners."DO YOU SERIOUSLY THINK THIS IS OKAY?! THAT WAS MY ONLY DECENT FRIEND, AND YOU KILLED HIM! HOW COULD YOU?! THAT SHOULD'VE BEEN ME, NOT HIM!!! I HATE YOU! I HATE BOTH OF YOU! I'LL KILL YOU BOTH HERE AND NOW!!!!" Pure, venomous FURY filled Brokentalon's voice as he screamed his rage and anger towards the two loners.Once Brokentalon finished what he was saying, he charged again, ready for round two. He STILL towered over Dickens. But this time... He wasn't holding back.
Michael's fur bristled as Brokentalon came charging at him full speed in anger. Quickly shoving Dickens aside, Michael charged at Brokentalon and the two began to fight. "Then I guess he won't be the only one going down! DICKENS! THROW MORE GLASS IN THE WAY!" Michael commanded with a plan. The two cats suddenly tumbled into the waters, struggling for survival and trying to make it out alive. Michael lifted himself onto Brokentalon's hind paw(left) and pretty much tore it off so he could use it as a buoy to survive. The amount of anger searing through Brokentalon's entire body felt like knives and sharp objects- wait, no, that was just some leftover glass. Suddenly, the two collided with some rocks and both were knocked out from the impact, washing up on the shore at the exact same time.
Wolftooth's ears were flat, his fur bristling, and his eyes wild with emotion."...you monster..." He snarled at Dickens before suddenly toppling over and passing out.
Berrie's ears pricked up at fighting. She practically WHACKED her brother awake and the two peered out of their little burrow.
Skratch hated being woken up, so as soon as Berrie whacked him he bit her before he heard the fighting.
Gosh, these warriors... All talk and threats and whatnot, with like, 10 percent action. How booring. Dickens casually watched Wolftooth collapse, still panting hard. The cold was really getting to him. Oops. Michael was out. Dickens gingerly picked his way around and over the glass strewn about, siding over to the unconscious rogue. He leant down to place his muzzle beside Brokentalon's ear. "You better tell your leader how three warriors were defeated by a small fire, glass, and two rogues," he mewed, feeling rather satisfied. Dickens then scattered whatever remaining glass around the warrior, to give him a hard time getting up, ha! Now to deal with Michael. The patchy rogue decided to lever his mate onto his back, so perhaps he could carry Michael back to base?
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Gosh, these warriors... All talk and threats and whatnot, with like, 10 percent action. How booring. Dickens casually watched Wolftooth collapse, still panting hard. The cold was really getting to him. Oops. Michael was out. Dickens gingerly picked his way around and over the glass strewn about, siding over to the unconscious rogue. He leant down to place his muzzle beside Brokentalon's ear. "You better tell your leader how three warriors were defeated by a small fire, glass, and two rogues," he mewed, feeling rather satisfied. Dickens then scattered whatever remaining glass around the warrior, to give him a hard time getting up, ha! Now to deal with Michael. The patchy rogue decided to lever his mate onto his back, so perhaps he could carry Michael back to base?
Michael was breathing... Barely. Berrie heaved herself up and out of the burrow, pulling her brother out straight afterwards.
"Is it because we shouldn't spill blood to win?" Sunpaw asked in confusion.
"yes good job. 4.Elders, queens, sick or injured cats and kits must be fed before apprentices and warriors. Unless they have permission, apprentices may not eat until they have hunted to feed the elders.
5.A Gathering of all five Clans is held at the full moon during a truce that lasts for the night.
6.No warrior can neglect a kit in pain or danger, even if the kit is from a different Clan.
7.A kit must be at least six moons old to become an apprentice.
8.The deputy will become Clan leader when the leader dies, retires, or is exiled.
After the death, retirement, promotion (to a leader status), or exile of the deputy, the new deputy must be chosen before moonhigh.
9.If a Clan member believes that their leader is no longer leading with honor and integrity, they can challenge them. Three-quarters of the Clan members, including their medicine cats, must agree. Their objections will then be presented to the leaders of the other Clans. If the other leaders agree, all medicine cats will request that StarClan remove the leader's remaining lives and give them to the deputy. These objections cannot be raised by the deputy.
10.A warrior or medicine cat may switch their allegiance from one Clan to another but must meet a set of conditions.
11. The cat wishing to change Clans must perform a task of their intended Clan’s choosing. If they succeed, it will be deemed StarClan’s will that they change Clans, and their request will be granted.
12.Prey is killed only to be eaten. Give thanks to StarClan for its life.
13.Newly appointed warriors will keep a silent vigil for one night after receiving their warrior name.
14.A cat cannot be made deputy without having mentored at least one apprentice.
15.A warrior rejects the soft life of a kittypet. (formerly Rule 15)
Boundaries must be checked and marked daily. Challenge all trespassing cats—but a warrior must always remember that all cats follow the warrior code.
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