Mission #1

[Windchime '07]

[glow=dodgerblue,2,300]A silver streak slunk through the shadows of the tall hrass. Fonds of leaves littered her pelt and the soft glare of the moon ellumintaed her glowing eyes, thirsting for justace.

The moon was a only a sliver of a crescent, and was barely visible though the thick fog and light drizzle of rain. The small droplets creating a rythem with the soft chirp of crickets. The night seemed completely oblivious to the fact of the Bloodshed that would attempted tonight.

Desperate light filtered through the queen's mind as she searched for the name that rang through her heart, her mind, and her whole body. A name that had been mentioned under severe pressure, a name that was to be erassed from the earth, as soon as Windstorm could find the owner... Brownpaw. [/glow]

[brownie]

((Just so everyone knows, this was arranged so please don't come crashing in here unless one of us gives PM permission.))

A mouse was scratching around in the darkness. Brownpaw knew that she shouldn't be out here so late, but a need to prove herself to her Clan had forced her out. She crouched, her dark tabby pelt ruffling in the slight breeze, and sprang. The mouse did not squeal, it was dead as soon as Brownpaw's claw pierced its stomach. Brownpaw smiled at her success. Mice were hard to come by and thought small, they were a delacy.

Brownpaw scraped loose earth onto the carcas and carried on moving. She tripped over a furrow in the ground and fell down into a hollow in the ground. Surrounded by scrub. Brownpaw was struggling to get up when a scent flowed towards her on the wind. RiverClan. Brownpaw tested the air again and smelt the feelings in the scent. Despair, sadness, guilt. And a scent that her father had once taught her when she was very young. Windstorm, the RiverClan Queen.

Brownpaw peered into the rustling scrub and saw two ocean-blue eyes staring into her amber. The silvery pelt shimmered in the moonlight of the half-moon and Brownpaw knew what was on the Queen's mind before she challenged her.

"Windstorm, what brings you onto our territory?" Brownpaw yowled. "Not Hollowheart, I hope!"

[Windchime '07]

[glow=dodgerblue,2,300]I would hope not too, hissed her troubbled mind. I'd be a shame for my best friend see me become a killer. Yet she mewed nothing out loud, the dark coulds overhead sent an eerie glow via the barely penitraiting moon. sea-blue eyes againsed glittering amber, Windstorm began to circle, not sending even a slight growl past her curled lips.

Images flashed before the queen's eyes, like the puddles that her paws, dark as night, broke in sweet silence and reflecting the glitter of deperate love that adorned within her eyes. Yet the pictures sped rapidly, too rapidly too see. When her mind cleared she noticed her claws were unsheathed and the feeling of Bloodlust gained on her... her BloodClan herritage flowing back into her like a renewed dawn.

Before the silver queen plunged at the WindClan apprentace, once more pictures replaced the real images before her. Browpaw's eyes were suddenly the cold sun-yellow of her sisters, then a flash of lightning revealed the teal-blue slashed eye of Pheonixkit and the ripped ear of her daughter as well. Shard's golden optics gazed aty her somewhat sympoathectically, as Dragonheart's amber orbs brighted her heart with their love, also; Stormstar's ocianic gaze of disaproval, Hollowheart's amber eyes burning with knowlage and humble friendship, her first apprentace Gingertail's proud amber stare, Clash's devilish glint, and lastly she saw herself... and what she was about to d--

She sprang, and landed square on Brownpaw's back, knowing in her heat that what she was doing was for love.[/glow]

[brownie]

((Stormstar's got blue eyes.))

Brownpaw shrieked as the heavy Queen landed on her. She rolled over so that she was on top of Windstorm and bit down on her ear. She was small, but had inherited her Mother's speed and agility, whilst from her father came brute strength.
She stared into Windstorm's eyes as she felt blood spurt between her teeth. In the ocean blue eyes she saw the smiling eyes of her Mother, Smoke, and her sister Torrentpaw. The flash of silver fur reminded her that this was Windstorm a RiverClan Queen who had the desperate look of love in her eyes. The look that the spirit of her Mother had had. Brownpaw shook her head and leapt off Windstorm.

She spun round and stared at the silver Queen. Amber eyes, so much like her Father's, met the ocean blue eyes of Windstorm. She flicked her tail steadily and mewed, "I don't want to fight you."

[Windchime '07]

[glow=dodgerblue,2,300]Ooc|| Oh thanks *blushes* ||

Windstorm let out a snarl of murderous laughter. "Yes, Brownpaw, but I do!" she lept again this time using the same trick she had used since she was a BloodClan kit. Her left paw shot out first weaving like a silver ribbon into the now tangled mess of Brownpaw's pillar-like legs. The left paw had already wound her whole forearm into the apprentace's right fore-leg and left hind-leg in a split second. Her right arm did the opposite with the left and right. Within this second, with her perfected meccinism hailing from BloodClan, she was able to get controll of Brownpaw's legs.

Her tormented smirk and longing eyes spun into nothiness at the clash of Brownpaw's glistining Amber. She pulled her fore-paws forward, causing Brownpaw to stumble. This always worked to get a cat on their back.[/glow]

[brownie]

Brownpaw was shocked by seeing the Queen move so fast. She tried to dodge the snaking silver paw, but found she could not manage to. Toppling on her back, Brownpaw screeched as she felt a claw slice into the skin between her for-legs. At once, Windstorm was on top of her and using the same method The Night had used to try to kill Brownpaw. Suffocation.

All Brownpaw saw was a silver pelt, when she rolled over. Once again, she was on top of Windstorm. Quickly, Brownpaw placed a paw on Windstorm's neck, and another on her belly, pinning her.

"What have I done to you?" Brownpaw spat in Windstorm's face. "Is it because of my heritage? Do you think that a cat who's Mother was a Kittypet and who's Father was a Rouge? You'd know all about being born of such divided loyalty with BloodClan flowing through your veins!"

[Windchime '07]

[glow=dodgerblue,2,300]Windstorm struggled under the weight of the WindClan cat. It was common sense that you never got pinned by a WiondClan cat. They were husky by nature to avoid toppling winds. Yet she had been born BloodClan and Brownpaw was right she had the fighting blood in her veins. She thre him off.

Now she plunged for his face, planning on Blinding the fool. "I... Don't... care... about ... your.... father!" she breathed as she dodged swipes and blowes, delivering her own ever chance she had. " All... I ... care... about... is... life!" it was a strange thing to say, yet it had meaning to her, meaning this apprentace could not understand.[/glow]

[brownie]

((I'm a girl!))

Brownpaw ducked from the claws aimed for her eyes, but they caught in the ear that had been ripped by a thorn when she was a Kittypet. Blood spurted all over Windstorm's paw, changing the beautiful silver Soul-like colour to a Blood-red.

Brownpaw screeched and pulled back. She was not of WindClan by proper blood, even though that was her Father's origin, he had put muscles on as a Rouge, and Smoke had been no stick-thin oriental.

"Then why do you try to take my own?" She hissed. "Do you think I have no right to life because of my heritage? Do you think that a cat with such a bloody background as mine should not walk in the same steps of Hollowheart!?"

All the bitterness she had felt when she found out about her Father being a Rouge took over her mind. The rage she had inherited from her Father flowed through her veins. Though she was not in a killing mood, her Mother's compassion saw to that.

Brownpaw backed away from Windstorm, hissing and spitting, waiting for her question to be answered.

[Windchime '07]

[glow=dodgerblue,2,300]Suddenly The queen ceased all fighting, sadness drawing out of her. "Beleive me, I know about Bloody herritages... and my own are why you must die.

She dove again, yet again changing her sdtratigy. But she had to keep fighting... for her love. Again flashes of those same cats appeared in the young WindClan apprentace's eyes. she lept onto Brownpaw's back and dug her claws into her flanks, hgolding on tight as if tied there by an invisable string.[/glow]

[brownie]

Brownpaw only had time to gasp at what Windstorm said before the she-cat was on her back. As the silver Queen had dove, Brownpaw had seen images of cats she knew in Windstorm. Her Mother's beautiful blue eyes, her Father's force and determination. Rowan's loyalty to what he believes to be right, Toreentpaw's silver pelt shimmering in the moonlight, Winterpaw's carefulness and strategies.

Brownpaw crouched, waiting for Windstorm to relax her grip and leapt upward, throwing the silver Queen off her back.
"NO!" Brownpaw yowled. "I cannot hurt you, for I see loved ones in your every move. You see the same in me. StarClan does not wish us to fight like this!" Nor does Mother She added silently to herself.

[Phoenixpaw]

[glow=dodgerblue,2,300]Windstorm reared up on her hind legs, trying to smash her paws down on Brownpaw's body, crushing... killing. Her eyes grew feirce and it seemd as if she wan't really talking. "But BoneClan does... and," thunder crashed and lightning peirced trhe night air. "It's nothing you could understand."[/glow]

[brownie]

Brownpaw screamed and struck upwards with a forepaw, claws unsheathed. She felt her claws tear through flesh. Eyes shut as blood trickled from where she had hit Windstorm, Brownpaw rolled away from the silver Queen and stood up, panting but still fighting. Her muscles rippled under her dark pelt and she looked even more like her father. A rumble of thunder and a flash of lightning illuminated her.
"Windstorm, no." She mewed.

[Windchime '07]

[glow=dodgerblue,2,300]Windstorm flattened herself to the ground, her pelt was drenched with the rain and she knew it would be a hard trek home with a Bloodstained heart and paws. Her blue eyes shifted this way and that and she hardened inside, pumping her muscles harder and stifining her bones. No, It can't catch up to me! Her mind wailed. It can't... I can't feel that sorrow... Pull it together Windstorm, save Dargonheart and your kits! She snaked out of the bushes where she had rested and thought. and lept back into battle.

She pounded the worn dirt flooring and sparkles of water flew up and were dimly rainbowed in the moonlight, although the moon was only a quarter full. A cresent that still couldn't make much through the fog. She stayed low, planning to snake under Brownpaw's belly and serve Frost there.[/glow]

[brownie]

Brownpaw leapt up in the air and onto Windstorm's back. She dug her front claws in and raked Windstorm's back with her hind claws, causing long gashes. She bit into Windstorm's ear and ripped at it. She hated doing this, but Brownpaw had to discourage the silver RiverClan Queen.

[Windchime '07]

[glow=dodgerblue,2,300]Windstorm flattened herself the the ground once morer and then reared up onto her hind legs. Sprinkles of water flew off her back as well as Brownpaw. She realized that Pheonixkit would be in troubble for she planned to give her away once she got back. Curse WindClan!!!

Her mind suddenly entered a calm state, where she had nothing to think about. A chance to cause real pain to Brownpaw. She lunged again, driven by nothing anynmore but her BloodClan herritage. Her bone-studded calws unsheathed and she dove at Brownpaw. Before this she had been fighting with only half-unsheathed claws. Everyone knew that a few blows from A BloodClan cat's claws could be fatal.[/glow]

[brownie]

Brownpaw saw the change in Windstorm and it felt like a door had opened in her mind. She must have stronger connections in WindClan, than possible! Brownpaw though of the crippled Kit who had been gossipped about. Windstorm's Kit. Hollowheart and Windstorm are good friends. Oh mousedung! Brownpaw was well-known to have a quick mind and at most times she was grateful, now she wanted to be sick because of it.
"Windstorm, do you have stronger connections with WindClan?" Brownpaw taunted, dancing away from Windstorm. "Could it possibly be to do with Hollowheart?" She dodged a blow that would have been fatal. "Is it to do with the crippled Kit who's been gossiped about recently?" She spun away from the silver Queen. "Are you taking the crippled Kit to WindClan?"

[Windchime '07]

[glow=dodgerblue,2,300]OOc|| Sorry about all of the late posts browneh... I had swimteam, ho0mework, school.... anyway here goes||

Windstorm's oceanic eyes suddenly grew shallow like evaporating puddles in green-leaf. She stood up firmer and her tail twitched nervously. Fear scent drifted into the Clearing like a thick smog.

"You shouldn't know that." she mewed agitated that Brownpaw was as quick as the kit he was questioning. "But yes... It doesn't matter anyway, because you'll die before she arrives." She suddenly bolted at Brownpaw's throat, as quickly as the wind she was under him with her teeth at his throat.[/glow]

[brownie]

((I'M A GIRL!!!))

Brownpaw snarled and rolled over, squashing Windstorm with the weight in muscles from her Father. She leapt away, then turned back and scratched at Windstorm's belly. Still scratching, she screamed, "Windstorm, for StarClan's sake, why do you want to kill me!?"

[Windchime '07]

Ooc|| yesh XD I'm sorry ||

[glow=dodgerblue,2,300]Windstorm flipped her legs so that they were underneth Brownpaw. Her siver legs, like a spring, flew up and heaved. She sprung up with them and landed on her feet, as brownpaw Sailed through the and hit the ground hard. She stared at her for a moment then mewed: "Because you need to die for the sake of my kits!" she mewed and lept at her again. [/glow]

[brownie]

"What!?" Brownpaw was shocked and puzzled and bewildered at the words that escaped the Queen's mouth. "How am I a threat to your Kits? What have I ever done to you or them? Who put this madness in your mind?" She rolled, to recover from the fall and sprang up, still ready for a fight. But Brownpaw did not move, merely stood there, waiting for what Windstorm, who had obviously gone mad, would say or do.

[Windchime '07]

[glow=dodgerblue,2,300]

Windstorm took a step forward, yet she could not move. Brownpaw would die in her claws soon anyway. She pondered this. Why don't I just tell her right now? It won't matter! she's going to die anyway. A slight pang hit the queen hard as she thought about murdering... yet she pushed the tought from her mind. Who's life do you value more; The live of Darkfur's daughter... or of your own sons and daughter's?

She blinked fpr she had made up her mind. "My sister Dear Brownpaw." she mewed her oceanic eyes glinting as yet another lightining flash split the sky in a dazzling show of sparks. "My sister gave me instructions to kill you... then she'd give me back my kits!" she flicked her tail hatedly. "And I will get my kits back!!!" She then slunk into the bushes to disguise her scent... and to form a surprize attack.

[/glow]

[brownie]

Brownpaw's eyes widened in shock as the Queen spoke of her sister. She hated herself for hurting the Queen, but she had to make her se sense. "Your sister might not even kill the Kits, maybe just take them back to where she came from. Or she could just be blackmailing you into bloodshed so you can be cast out, then kill them anyway!"

[Windchime '07]

[glow=dodgerblue,2,300]Windstorm whispered trhough the bushes in a erie way that she couldn't desipher where it had emitted from. "What choice do I have?"

Occ- Sorreh bad post -[/glow]

[brownie]

"Everyone has a choice," Brownpaw mewed. "Either you kill me and forever have innocent blood on your paws, or not kill me and focus on a plan to save your Kits!" She stood taller, all senses searching for Windstorm. She heard the sound of harsh breathing and instantly located Windstorm. Then the sound of soft padding and a rustle. Brownpaw turned to see a pair of yellow eyes staring at them.

[Windchime '07]

[glow=dodgerblue,2,300]Windstorm snarled at brownpaw as BloodClan blood called her. "I can't take that chance!" she yowled and threw herself at Brownpaw with her bone-studed claws open and ready to kill. She barrled her into the grass just as another lightning bolt split the sky

Ooc- I'm going to be /alot/ more active now ^^ -[/glow]

[brownie]

((Cool!))

Brownpaw rolled, not making a sound and threw Windstorm of her by thrusting her back legs into Windstorm's stomach. Panting, Brownpaw leapt up and screamed, "Is there any alternative? Did yur sister say that if you made a good enough attempt then it would count or something?"

((I'm thinking of calling one of my three siblings in, you Okay with that?))

[Phoenixpaw]

[glow=dodgerblue,2,300]Ooc- Fine by me ^^ -

Windstorm hissed and began to circle Brownpaw in, every time the circle was completed, it got a centemeter smaller, and smaller, and smaller. yet It appeared as if she was just circling the WindClan apprentace, another trick she had learned in her teachings by Clash. "She told me I better hope I don't fail..." she felt sad once again yet pushed them from her mind... she had to be bloodthirsty, just like she was told...[/glow]

[brownie]

((Okay, once this is posted I'llPM the most active one))

Brownpaw hissed and leaped over Windstorm. She raced to the other side of the hollow and spun round to face her enemy. A scent flowed over to her through the wind and Brownpaw thanked StarClan when she recognised it. "Windstorm, you're not a killer. What would Dragonheart think if you killed me, an innocent Apprentice? If you told someone, your Leader Stormstar or maybe your Deputy, then my death can be avoided. And if you want to kill me Windstorm, then I'll take you down with me!"

[Phoenixpaw]

[glow=dodgerblue,2,300]"I'm sorry brownpaw." she said senserely. "This has to be done!" she used her ribbon trick again, but this time, her silver paws wove the opposite way, and she had flipped over on her belly so that sher back legs could accomplish waht she had done with her fore, before. She did this in an equilly short time and began to rake at brownpaw's exposed belly with her fore-claws.[/glow]

[brownie]

Brownpaw leapt upwards and onto Windstorm´s exposed belly. She noticed scars and began to claw at them.