M E E T`` you t h e r e !!

[Badgersoul]

Fallen leave, fallen leaves, fallen leaves on the ground

A lithe silhouette gracefully maneuvered it's way through a creature infested camp. The shadow seemed to be nothing more then a creature of dreams. For the way it stalked silently, so gently across the snow smothered ground. Snow swirled circles aroudn the creature, the world itself was completely white. The air was engulfed by the find find frozen power, and night sky above swallowed up by puffy white vapor. The bare trees were painted with frost while undergrowth were only mounds of white crystals that dangled from every overhanging branch.

Bluepaw leaped through the thick snow that blanketed the ground. Each leap sent her deeper into the snow, the deepest spots coming up to her shoulder. The fae's long hair was wet by the time she came to the river. Snow clumped up in her thick, slick pelt. making her shiver long after the snow formed into a frost encrusted side of the river.

Slowly Bluepaw put a few paws into the icy cold water and kept slithered deeper and deeper into the icy water. Cold trickled through the feline's body. Making her let out a shaking sigh of pure pleasure. Bluepaw loved the water, more then anything. No tom could match the pure lust she felt at the weightlessness of being in water.

Bluepaw let out a soft purr as she patted through the water. A whiteout surrounded the forest, making it hard for Bluepaw to see anything beside her paws that gracefully as they padded up, down, up, down, up, down. Perfectly drumming on the water like a drum. The cream colored she-cat quickly made it to the other side of the river, onto Thunderclan territory. Though it was riskier, it would be faster then going through her own territory.

The Siemens made it to Fourtrees with no problem, the crescent moon hung hauntingly around the clearing. The whiteout seemed to not effect the clearing; as if Starclan themselves was approving of the secret society. Now, Bluepaw would be Bluefawn.

Bluefawn let out a loud purr that rumbled like thunder through the clouds. The female's licked her chest before looking up on the large rock where the leaders sat during meeting. Bluefawn couldn't never picture herself up there, but she could picture Silverpaw. Maybe it was because she had gotten use to him being Silverstar, or maybe because he had become her best friend.

Over these meetings; Bluefawn not only grew friendship with all the apprentices who attended. She also grew to like one more then just a friend; and she wanted her best friend Silverpaw to find out. ( ooc= YAY FOR DRAMA xD ) Yet she wasn't sure when she should tell him. Letting out a sigh; Bluefawn sat near the rock to take shelter from the snow before waiting for the others to show.

( ooc = BAD POST : P )

Bluepaw

[Blackie]

there was nowhere to hide,
the ashes fell like snow



This is stupid. Downright stupid.

Flurrypaw trotted bad temperdly through the frosted moor, a tingling sensation pulsing through his body from the chill of the ice. It was much colder than the WindClan apprentice liked, making him more irritable than usual. To make matters worse, he could feel the beginnings of a cold. A filthy crust had already formed around his nose and one startling blue eye was moistened by a runny tear duct. He hadn't dared to look at himself yet, knowing that though he had fought to keep himself looking decent, he resembled a kit not old enough to groom. Which only made him even more cross than before. He was dreading the taunts he was sure to get from the other apprentices when they saw his messy face. Stupid.

Word of the 'BlueClan' meeting had rippled quickly through the four Clans, sparking the interest and excitment of nearly every apprentice. A secret like this wouldn't stay secret for very long, but Flurrypaw felt a rush of curiosity about the makeshift society. Even so, the tom might had never gone if it hadn't been for Hummingbirdpaw. Of course she was going and would espect her fellow apprentices to accompany her. And if she were to go by herself, she was sure to give WindClan an embarrasing face. Telling himself he would attend the meeting for the sole purpose of representing a sensible side to his Clan, Flurrypaw had agreed to go.

He had been skirting around warriors for the larger part of the day, attempting to avoid awkward questions and wise insights. He had been unusually obediant and silent, changing bedding for the elders and queens, hunting diligently in the freezing temperatures. In his opinion, he deserved some sort of award. And he thought the silly silver she-cat should be the one to deliver it. After all, he was really doing all of this because of her. He would never had admitted it, but ever since Cheetahpelt's murder and the injuring of Hummingbirdpaw's eye, he had been afraid for her. She had a tendency to get herself into mischeif, what if one day it ended in her own death? Flurrypaw would fall apart.

As he came nearer to the border, Fourtrees loomed into view. The smokey gray and white cat caught his breath, staring in awe at a sight every kit yearns to see. The oaks had shed their leaves and now held a burden of snow in its place. Looking closely, Flurrypaw could see past the branches at the Great Rock, also with its own cap of white. I'll stand up there some day. Small shapes were milling around the boulder's base, the dark sillouhettes gliding around like snakes. The other apprentices. He flexed his claws, becoming tense by the idea of being in such a close proximity to potential enemies. Should he really have come here?

Unexpectantly, the tall dead grass rustled violently behind him barely a fox-length away. There was a sharp gasp, and then a desperate mewl of pain. Startled, Flurrypaw whipped around. His fur was bushy, the black star above his eye throbbing with tension. He bared his teeth in a snarl.

"Snifflekit! I thought I told you to go home!"

_{lyrics New Divide by Lincoln Park
Flurrypaw seems to have taken the cake tonight
He has a minor crush on Hummingbird, if you didn't notice ^^
Flurry and Humming as besties for sure!}

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to walk within the lines
would make my life so boring


Blending in with the night. Combining stealth with speed. Flowing through the forest, silent like a shadow. A soft breath emitted beside a sudden gust of wind buffeting the snow until it danced. Staying in the darkness, moving only when everything else did. Tredding in the pawprints of other cats. She had been made for this. This was where the apprentice became the warrior, where everything she had ever learned came to play. More, it was the Moment. Tonight, her true self would be open for all to see. Her strengths, weaknesses, aspiations. All of it was here.

This was history.

Blackpaw bounded through ThunderClan, letting the more strategic side of her take over. She could not afford mistakes this time. This was an opportunity, a huge opportunity. Secrets would fly in the young mouths, free for the taking. Bonds could be made, weakening the tensions between borders for the benefit of future generations. The small cat made quick and silent progress, coming onto Fourtrees almost suddenly. Gently, for perhaps the firast time in her life, she came to a graceful stop. Her heartbeat quickened, amber gaze examining the clearing. A nervous sigh made her shudder, her body suddenly feeling the cold. She was down there, somewhere. Hummingbirdpaw.

When the apprentices had first met, Blackpaw had been extremely jealous of the silver she-cat. She had wanted to claw her, maim her, for catching Farsight's admiration. Not because the dark apprentice envied the warrior's love as a potential mate, but because she envied the love being snatched from her as a sister. Before, Blackpaw had been used to having both Severedclaw and Farsight all to herself. But she had had to give up her mentor to Ivypaw, and now the tabby warrior. The WindClan cat was stealing her brother, his time, affection, and maybe even loyalty. Like Sleeppaw who still haunted her thoughts sometimes. It had been easy, however, to convince the two to become friends after Farsight had promised to always be her 'brother' and, in Blackpaw's mind, never leave. Like long lost sisters, the she-cats had gotten along splendidly. Each landing the other into trouble and pulling them back out again. Until now.

Because Farsight lied.

When she had first realized he was missing, Blackpaw had been distraught. Having faught with him earlier in the day, she was convinced that she had pushed him to do something rash. She searched everywhere. Anywhere that made sense until she finally remembered the border on Fourtrees where Blackpaw herslef sometimes met up with Hummingbirdpaw. Eventually, she had caught a trace of her brother's scent mingled with his young mate's. He had left. He had actually left.

Glaring down at the oaks, the little cat tried to spy the familiar shape of Hummingbirdpaw. She had been planning to tear her to shreds, but second thoughts convinced her that Farsight might not appreciate that. So instead, she was going to confront her.

And demand her Farsight back.

_{lyrics Anything But Ordinary by Avril Lavigne
Blackpaw is actually doing fairly decent tonight!
The friendship gets tested! OOOOOOOH!!!!!}

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oh the night makes you a star
and it holds you cold in its arms


She shivered, listening to the fierce wind crack the willow withes in a frenzied dance. Angrily, the storm raged and thrashed, thunder rolling in the black clouds like falling stones on a mountianside. A flash snaked across the sky like a bright white vein. The little cat breathed heavily, trying to take it all in, not understanding the lightening. She had never seen anything like it before. Adding to her fear was the unfamiliar place with its strange plants. The only thing she recognized were the willow trees, but even then she was uncertian. Afterall, she had only heard about them in a story. Another ringing boom filled her ears and she squealed out of surprise, pressing herself to the ground. Thankfully, there was no rain, but static weaved thick through the air. Dawnpaw could feel the electricity hanging on her pelt. But what worried her the most was the heavy, sticky feeling in her paws.

Eventually, the tan kit forced herself back onto her feet, breathing heavily. You know you're dreaming, right? she tried to soothe herself, warily observing her odd surroundings. How else could you be able to see? Yet though she knew it certainly was a dream, she couldn't shake off the feeling of reality and purpose. She was here for a reason. This scared her even more because she could recognize something, like filthy fingers in her fur pulling at the tufts.

This way!

Dawnpaw dug her claws into the ground, trying to resist. As if there was comfort in blindness, she screwed her eyes tight shut. The wind sped up, howling mightily like a phantom. A long, high shriek filled the night sky, a white bolt accompanying it like a herald. Something wrapped around her paws, making her gasp in fright and disgust. Her eyes flashed open to find . . . nothing. Yet the sensation of being held onto and tugged was there. It was trying to move her in a direction, its promptings becoming more forceful. Her reslove began to break. One small paw lifted and moved forward.

This way.

Terrified, the apprentice followed it. What else could she have done? A nothing was clinging to her, pulling her along. As she walked, head bent down against the gale, the grip around her legs seemed to loosen, but the strange prescence was still hovering around her. Carefully, it nudged her in the ways it wanted her to go and scampered on the edges of her mind, stealing images she had locked away in the far corners. Where Magmapaw couldn't reach them. Visions of her mother, whispers of secrets, her family, Cavernpaw, and her kitten name.

Little Morning!

Don't call me that! she hissed silently, siezing the chance to change her fear into agression. I know what you are. Angrily, she walked faster, trying to annoy her invisible guide. Whatever this dream was for, she wanted it to end. She wanted it to end now. Relying on her companion, the apprentice bounded through the odd fronds, coming quickly around a bend . . .

Where she stopped dead and screamed.

What she saw was a river, glowing sickly in the moonlight, froth bouncing by the shore from the wind, its eerie green color casting itself onto her fur. Like the pool Fireice had shown her in her dream before her apprentice ceremony. The Mystic Glass. It had followed her home. I'm in RiverClan! You crowfood, you've possesed the river! she snarled, growling deeper when it only laughed quietly at her.

Over there. Look.

Grimacing with disgust, Dawnpaw let the Glass turn her head toward the right, leveling her eyes with the shore. But as soon as she saw it, she gasped wonderingly and broke away from its touch. There was another cat here, its color dulled to brown by the unatural light coming from the water. It was a tabby, presumably ginger, with white.

"Fireice!" Dawnpaw called out loud, bounding toward her mother. Excitement blossomed in her little chest, causing her to forget that she was seeing the dead warrior again in the prescence of the Mystic Glass. It was such a comfort to find that her dream had brought her to Fireice. And not to evil. "Fireice! I missed you, I've missed you so much!"

The words fell from her mouth, sweet and high like fresh snow flakes in a forest. Her brown eyes sparkled with happy love, a purr resounding in her throat. Her tail was high, prance light, and movements quick and playful. She would have rubbed her small frame against her mother's, but something made her falter. Fireice looked much stronger and more muscular then she had when they last met. And the smell. Her smell was different.

"Fireice?"

Slowly, as if the cat were not really there in soul, its head turned toward her. Dawnpaw recoiled, gasping anxiously. It was a tomcat with mix-matched eyes, and a sad, forlorn expression as if he carried moons of pain.

And she knew who he was.


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" Dawn? Dawnpaw, wake up! "

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It was dark. Well, of course it was dark. Dawnpaw's eyes fluttered sleepily, but no light poured into her orbs to blind her vision. She was blind already. She was awake. The apprentice groaned, rolling over to avoid her brother's jabbing paw.

"Cavernpaaaaw," she whined. "Stop it. What's the matter with you; its the middle of the night you crazy furball!"

Faintly, the apprentice could hear Ryepaw's small mew and even more faintly the fluffy she-cat's light pawsteps. Her brother was easier to follow with sound. His heavier bulk brushed against the moss and pine needle nests. Dawnpaw turned to glare at him, her tail twitching with irritation.

" The blind one is the heaviest sleeper. . . Who knew? "

"Well, at least I don't go around waking up cats for nothing." she muttered stubbornly.

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UNFINISHED

_{lyrics Shine by Anna Nalick}

<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3



Shrouded by sleep, the fluffy apprentice breathed uneasily as her dreams became a nervous mass. It was reaching for a thought, a very important one that kept flitting just out of reach. Ryepaw! it taunted. She growled, nuzzling her nose deep between her paws. Wake up, silly little thing! "G'way," she mumbled, pressing into wakefulness. Around her, it seemed unusually cold, as if the warmth that came from her denmates had weakened. Or perhaps leafbare was really settling in. That must be the reason she could not sleep. She was shivering.

"Lizzardpaw?" Ryepaw rasped, blinking her blurry orbs. The shadowy light made it difficult to see, causing her to confuse shapes for things other than what they were.

_{Help me find a song for Rye!!!!}

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>



It had to be admitted, Snifflekit adored the grumpy, bossy, bad-tempered scrap of fur. Truthfully, there wasn't much of a reson for the little one's idolizing of Flurrypaw except that the apprentice was strong, stubborn, and good at most things. He was also different. Unlike his slender Clanmates, the gray and white was comparitively thickset with heavy haunches and a warm, double-layered coat. But despite his heaping faults, Snifflekit looked up to him as much as Mothkit had looked up to Cheetahpelt.

Flurrypaw might have been clever enough to escape the notice of the warriors, but he would never escape the quick eyes of his little follower.

UNFINISHED

_{Help me find a song for Sniffles!}

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the fear of becoming
i'm so tired of running

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_{lyrics Breathe You In by Thousand Foot Crutch}


MY MUSE FAILS ME!!!!! HAVE PATIENCE, I REALLY AM TRYING TO GET THIS DONE!!!!![/center][/size]

[~All I Need]

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Magmapaw

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{ I'M SICK OF THE TENSION, SICK OF THE HUNGER

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{ SICK OF YOU ACTING LIKE I OWE YOU THIS[/color] }[/center]

Wherever there is light, darkness will follow...

Magmapaw had concocted the perfect plan to sneak out of the camp undetected. Earlier in the day, when the sun was still high in the sky, Magma went hunting solo and caught enough prey to feed to the night patrol. Carrying his burden with him into the medicine den, he stuffed three doses of poppy seeds into the mouths of the dead birds and rodents, hiding the little poppy heads under their swollen tongues. Rigor mortus was just setting in as he waited, the shadows from the sun lengthening as it dipped below the horizon.

Many cats had filtered into the camp after a long day of work, the first traces of snow dusting their soaked pelts. Magmapaw handed out the drugged prey with fake smiles as he scoffed at them on the inside. One thing was for sure, ShadowClan was full of gluttons.

The moon had barely risen and half of the Clan was in deep slumber, their tail-tips twitching in their peaceful dreaming. The ginger tom waited as the apprentices milled about, their excitement bubbling furiously. Though Magmapaw always looked forward to these meetings, he hated it that he had to listen to adolescent minds all night long. It was either persistent bickering about others or unrequited love. Magma thought of others as egocentric and hugely predictable.

By moonhigh, Magmapaw was finished grooming his lovely pelt in the apprentices' den, his flaming fur gleaming in the light that filtered in through the branches. He sat still for a moment and watched his brother and sister, contempt in his eyes. Ever since yesterday when he attended Dawnpaw's training, he couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that she didn't trust him. Letting his mind reach out tendrils of secrets, he tried to grasp onto Dawnpaw's mind. . .

But a barrier had been thrown up between him and his kin's mind.

Digging his claws into the moss and loam, he used every bit of power in him and tried again.

Nothing.

Let her sleep, Magmapaw,

[/color] whispered an unexpected voice in his ear. The orange tom snarled quietly and stalked out of the den, accidentally tredding lightly on Cavernpaw's foot. Fur bristling in rage, Magma padded out into the moonlight, his bright eyes furious. What have you done now, Fireice?

I have done nothing, she hissed, her voice sounding slightly offended. All I have done is care for all of you.

Magma snorted and drew his tongue over a paw before twitching his whiskers in amusement. " Don't waste your breath, " he snickered. He heard Fireice whimper quietly before she disappeared into oblivion, her son's words having a horrible effect on her deceased soul. Smirking with a naughty undercurrent in his eyes, Magmapaw got to his delicate paws and padded cooly out of camp, his orange eyes like two torchlights in the darkness.

He watched how the moon sat in the sky in the dark night as he moved gracefully through the marshes, his paws not soaking up any of the bog as he stepped on it, the moisture sizzling under the heat from his boiling blood. The tom enjoyed the meetings because he felt more powerful there; as if he was truly a leader, a real healer of mind and sanity. Magmablood. He was known as that because he was the first ShadowClan cat to attend the meetings, his curiosity sparked by the chance of creating allies; also because he was a medicine cat apprentice, making him the offical medicine cat of BlueClan. If you asked him, he preferred it much more than Magmapaw or Magmakit. Magmablood; so it was to be that.

Eventually, the ginger tom reached Fourtrees, hesitating on the rim of the hollow; his amazing pelt aflame from the moonlight. All around him, he could taste the minds of the BlueClan warriors; Bluefawn, Silverstar, Blackpaw, Hummingbirdpaw, Orangeleaf, Lizzardscale--Looks like she got here fine all by herself.--and many more. Though a few newcomers caught the medicine cat's attention. Magmablood's round eyes searched the hollow, his mind grasping for the one that had claimed his attention earlier.

There.

Strolling in was a tom not much larger than Magmablood, his ginger striped pelt gleaming like fire and ice. Though his heart seemed pure, a twisted and dark past came with him. Magmablood narrowed his luminous eyes; who was this cat? Focusing his gaze, the ginger tom could see that the newcomer had many scars overlapping on his body, not to mention blue and green eyes; a complete rarity in the feline world.

But Magmablood shook the striped tom away like a persistent fly. Right now, his mind was to be set on BlueClan. Taking a steady breath, he took a giant leap out into the open air and closed his eyes as the wind buffeted his short fur, whipping it around. A lapse in time passed slowly as he came closer to the slope and hit it dead-on, a shocking jolt running up his legs as he made contact. Magmablood kept his balance as he slid down the slope, snow flying up from all sides. With another mighty jump, he landed in the hollow with mud flaking on his paws and snow melting on his burning pelt.

What a fun night it would be.

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Cavernpaw

{ I PUSH MY FINGERS INTO MY EYES

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{ IT'S THE ONLY THING THAT SLOWLY STOPS THE ACHE[/color] }[/center]

[ slip deathberries into his food ]

You know he won't fall for that! He's a medicine cat apprentice, for crying out loud!

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[ set up a trap for him ] the Hate hissed.

Cavernpaw rolled his eyes behind his eyelids and shifted uneasily in his nest, his ears flicking back on his skull. It was constant with the voices in his head; dealing with it much longer was going to throw him into the abyss of insanity. You know he will just expect that, right?

The Hate appeared before his eyes, its own eyeless sockets burning with malice. [ then how are we going to kill magma ]

Cavernpaw averted his gaze away from the hideous creature and turned around in his moss nest, making sure to let his shoulder brush reassuringly against Dawnpaw's. " Why don't we not kill him? " he whispered quietly, his voice soft and pained at the same time. " Killing Magmapaw would mean killing Dawn. She needs both of us; it doesn't matter if I can't stand him. " The dark tabby lifted his head and glared at the Hate, his gray eyes cold and sharp as daggers. We are family. . . And we are all each other's got.[/color]

The Hate snorted and wrapped its notched tail around its grotesque paws, its face smug. [ well it seems that magma has left without you. some lot you all are ]

Cavernpaw sprang to his jet-black feet, confusion etched in every line of his face. What?!

[ your brother has gone off to that apprentice gathering that goes on every five days. he is actually known as magmablood there ] it laughed, maw open to reveal an army of dagger-like fangs dripping with black poison. Cavernpaw shivered slightly at the sight of it and once again glared at it, willing it to tell him everything. " Where is it? " he whispered silently, his mouth working futiley to produce sound.

[ fourtrees ] [/blockquote][/blockquote]

¤~

" Dawn? Dawnpaw, wake up! "

Cavernpaw prodded his sister again lightly in the shoulder, hoping she wouldn't lash out at him in fright that he was an enemy. The dark tom glanced around the den, his eyes wary as he took in Lizzardpaw's twitching form in the corner. Did she know of the secret society called BlueClan? How many knew about this?

Bringing his attention back to his sister, Cavernpaw bent his head and butted the small she-cat with it, the force of his movement rolling her over a little bit. The dark tom sighed and rocked back on his haunches, his eyes rolled upwards to the sky. " The blind one is the heaviest sleeper. . . Who knew? "

Cavernpaw flinched slightly as Lizzardpaw brushed past him, her sightless gaze directed out into the open night sky. The thick muscles that laced throughtout his whole body tensed up; did the blind fae hear his rude comment? After a moment of tense silence, the dark tabby released the breathe he had been holding and shook his head, trying to clear the ringing out of his ears.

" Lizzardpaw? "

At the sound of Ryepaw's raspy mew, Cavernpaw threw a quick nervous glance at his sister before padding over to the gray femme. A small, rustic timid smile on his lips, the muscular tom nodded sheepishly before sitting down next to Ryepaw. " She already left, " he murmured, his voice taunt with nerves. All of the secrets bounced around in his head. Did Ryepaw know of the BlueClan meetings, like Lizzardpaw? or was she just as clueless as him and Dawnpaw?

" Um. . . I was planning on heading to the BlueClan meeting. . . Maybe--maybe you can come, too? " the tom's voice raised at the end of the sentence, forming a question instead of a suggestion. He cleared his throat before continuing. " Magmapaw has already gone on ahead; Lizzardpaw, too. I was hoping on waking Dawnpaw up, but she really needs the sleep. She hasn't been resting much lately. . . So, um, " he broke off, shuffling his paws anxiously, his silver gaze directed to them. " It would be better to have someone to walk with all the way to Fourtrees, ya'know? "

Feeling like a complete mouse-brain, the muscular tabby tom jumped to his paws with a quiet apology and padded out of the den, his thick pelt bristling. " I'm such an idiot, " he mumbled to himself.

Cavernpaw had reached the camp entrance just when he heard the sound of small pawsteps behind him. The tom dreaded to turn around and see who it was. If any of the warriors dared to stop him over the petty reason he was an apprentice, he was going to skin them alive.

( ooc=Fiah! to Blackie! epic idea, what if dawnpaw wakes up from a dream about flare? this is going to be the meeting where she is like "omg that's fireice's brother!", right? )

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Flare

{ BUT THROUGH MY TEARS BREAKS A BLINDING LIGHT

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{ BIRTHING A DAWN TO THIS ENDLESS NIGHT[/color] }[/center]

Flare's eyes popped open, two orbs of light in the dark, cramped apprentices' den. Blinking the sleep away out of his eyes, the striped tom yawned and got to his paws, the leftover terror from his dream still pulsing through his veins. In his dream, he was standing in Fireice's world, there and yet not there. He watched as the dead fae dashed by, her pelt hidden by blood. Fireice then turned to him, her gray eyes cold and frightened. Flare watched quietly and in growing horror as the she-cat's skin pulled back to reveal a muscle-clad skeleton, blood gushing immediately onto the ground. " Help me,

[/i] " she had mouthed silently.

Shaking the nightmare from his skull, Flare stepped among the sleeping apprentices lightly, making sure not to brush against any of their whiskers or their fur. The last thing he wanted was to have anyone follow him to the BlueClan meeting. This was going to be his first night going, and he was looking very anxiously forward to it.

Stopping beside Silverpaw's and Bluepaw's nests, Flare let his nose lightly brush over them, running their scents over his taste buds. They just left a little while ago. Smiling in content, the ginger and white beau walked out into the clearing, moonlight bathing his fur and turning it to silver and cold fire. Eyes glittering happily, the tom scurried quickly by the warriors' den--no doubt hoping that Shadowfire wouldn't catch him awake this late at night--and took a shortcut through the bramble barrier past the sleeping guard. Even if the guard was asleep, Flare didn't want to risk waking him up.

Breath billowing in the air, lungs expanding and contracting under physical exertion, Flare barrled his way through the snow, frost forming on his whiskers. Though he blended in quite nicely with the snowy world, one could take a look at him and imagine orange snakes moving awkwardly in the silent night.

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Hummingbirdpaw

{ DON'T YOU WANNA GO DOWN IN HISTORY }
{ RATHER THAN END UP BEGGING ON THE STREETS }

A sparkling emerald in a world of ice.

Hummingbirdpaw had been awake all day, her excitement boiling under her skin and unable to keep her paws still. Once the Clan had grown weary and Flurrypaw stalked out of the camp, the silver she-cat had waited a little while, guickly eaten a small thrush, and padded out after a quick grooming. After all, shouldn't the WindClan representitive of the BlueClan meetings look her absolute best.

Purring, the petite femme brushed past a young tom who was keeping guard. Luckily for Flurrypaw, he had left before they had put up a guard for the night. Though a sentinel wasn't going to get in Hummingbird's way; besides, she was going to use what she was graced with: her sharp tongue and. . .stunning attraction.

" Halt! " the dark guard hissed, his chest puffed out in pride and his brown eyes dull with a superior light.

The silver and tan fae sighed hugely and continued to walk past the tom, making sure to let the tip of her tail brush against his shoulder. " I said halt! " Hummingbirdpaw stopped and looked over her shoulder, her green eye wide and pleading. " Aww. . . Can't a girl go take a walk in the moonlight without getting scolded? "

The tom-cat shuffled his paws nervously, his eyes directed to his feet. " Um. . . I could get another guard to watch the entrance. . . It's. . .not safe for a she-cat to be out alone at night-- "

He was cut off abruptly as Hummingbirdpaw snarled viciously, her white teeth bared at him. " You don't think I know that, you stupid mouse-brain? Of course it's dangerous; how do you think I got hurt and Cheetahpelt died?! " Without another word, the silver apprentice turned around and stalked off, her bird-like tail fluffed out twice its size. Many knew not to mess with Hummingbirdpaw once she was mad, so the tom sat at the camp entrance, his expression dejected.

The energetic she-cat stomped through the gorse, her green orb burning with rage. Stupid tom. How dare he bring up unpleasant memories? Everyone knew that she could take care of herself! Even her stubborn mate Farsight knew not to mess with her.

Farsight. . .

The thought of the tabby tom made Hummingbirdpaw stop, her face contorted in agony. She loved Farsight, loved him with every fiber of being she could muster. But she had to be selfish. . . Selfish and take him away from his friends; Blackpaw. Oh, the ebony she-cat was going to be mad--no, furious when she would find out that Farsight was leaving ThunderClan to join Hummingbirdpaw in her birth Clan. Under normal circumstances, she would have left for ThunderClan in a heartbeat. But with her parents graves on WindClan grounds, her sister's secret, and her promise to Cheetahpelt to protect Mothkit, Hummingbird was as bound to WindClan as a prisoner in chains.

Sighing with melancholic thoughts bouncing about in her brain, Hummingbirdpaw sprinted the rest of the way until she could see the tips of Fourtrees above the rim of the hollow. Slowing down to a quick trot, the silver fae spotted Flurrypaw ahead and noticed that he was glaring into the grass where a small black and white kit was.

" Snifflekit! I thought I told you to go home! "

Green eyes sparkling with curiousity, the silver femme stood next to the gray and white tom, her tail flicking anxiously. She kept the right side of her face angled away so he wouldn't get a clear image of the retched scar the danced up and down her facade. " What's going on here, McFlurry? " she giggled quietly, her tone of voice lightless and carefree. At the sight of Snifflekit, Hummingbirdpaw felt all of the horrible thoughts and feelings go away immediatly. The she-cat's gaze softened and she offered a little smile to the tom-kit. " Hey there, Snifflekit! What are you doing here? " She shot a playful glare at Flurrypaw as she said, " I hope McFlurry hasn't been too mean to you. "

Straightening up and looking behind her, Hummingbirdpaw looked down upon BlueClan below her. A swelling purr of pride built up in the she-cat's chest as she took in the cats that had become her family. Though there were some that unnerved (maybe even frightened) her, she loved them all equally. Besides, it meant that she could see her friend Blackpaw more.

Lifting her gaze higher, Hummingbirdpaw glanced to the opposite side of the hollow to the ThunderClan side of the border where she could see an ebony fae with golden eyes. Spirits uplifted, Hummingbird waved a tan paw in greeting before turning back to the two toms. " Listen, McFlurry; I'm going to go on down to say hello to a friend. I'll see you in a few. "

Euphoric, the small fae dashed down the slope and sprinted across the clearing on the other side, her eye angled upwards to see Blackpaw.

" BLACKIE! " she yowled, a small smirk on her lips. The she-cat felt the seed of trepidation settle heavily in her stomach though as she imagined her friend's disgust at her revolting scar. Would Blackpaw shrug it off as she did with everything else? Or would she flinch away like everybody else did?

( ooc=Fiah! eeeeck! flurrypaw is soooo cute! ( /death huggles ) hummingbird might be with farsight, but she and flurry need to become besties!! broaden the circle of friends!! X3 )

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Pumpkinpaw

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{ BELIEVE IT NOT AND FIGHT THE TEARS

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Since sunset, Pumpkinpaw's muscular body had been nothing but a trainwreck of nerves. For a fortnight, he had known of Blackpaw sneaking off to Fourtrees; it wasn't until now that he was going to act on it. Once the camp had settled down for the night and the apprentices retired to their dens, mewing quiet farewells and "sweet dreams," Pumpkinpaw and nestled down a few moss nests away from Blackpaw's and waited, one dark green eye slightly parted to let a little light filter in. Just as the whispers turned to snores and the moon was well high enough did Blackpaw leave, throwing a golden gaze around the den in search of pursuers.

For a while the ginger tom followed the black femme, finding it difficult to notice her ebony pelt in the cloaking shadows she clung to as she dashed to Fourtrees. Soon, Pumpkinpaw found himself a little lost and alone; he had somehow found a way to lose Blackpaw, also. The tom whimpered lightly, his voice drowned by the muffling stillness of the frigid snow.

" Typical of you to fail at tracking Blackpaw, of all cats, " he hissed softly, hitting his paw against a snowdrift in his path. It exploded in a million swirling flakes and settled on his pelt, giving him the appearance of a frostbit pumpkin. Shaking his thick mane out, the orange tom hissed again and continued on his trek, his paws growing cold and numb.

Just as he was about to give up, the trees spaced out and the ground started to slope downwards, sending Pumpkinpaw tumbling swiftly down into the hollow. With a little mrrph! of shock and surprise, he bowled head over heels into--yet another--snowdrift. After he regained his breathing, the tom poked his head out of the cold and looked around, his green eyes wide in disbelief.

It was like a small gathering as many young cats--toms and faes ranging from ThunderClan to ShadowClan--spilled into the hollow. With a small pang of uneasiness, Pumpkinpaw couldn't spot Blackpaw's ebony pelt among the crowd. Was she really coming to Fourtrees?

[/color] he asked himself, horrible scenarios running through his mind. What if she were sneaking out of the camp to see another tom? Feeling sick to his stomach, Pumpkinpaw crawled out of the bank of snow and padded around silently, his pelt bristling slightly in trepidation. Was this even allowed? Did any of the leaders know of this?

Again searching for another cat he knew, the ginger tom spotted a familiar fae with a lighter coat than him with jet-black paws; Orangepaw!! Bounding over to the other apprentice, Pumpkinpaw meowed in greeting and sat down next to the femme, his fur fluffed up against the cold. Even with his thick pelt and layers of muscles, the freezing air still penetrated him to the bone.
" Hello, Orangepaw, " he mewed quietly but cheerfully, his tail flicking. " What is this? Is this a gathering? " Directing his gaze up to the crescent moon, the tom's forehead furrowed in confusion. " It's not even a full moon. What are all of these apprentices doing here? " Looking back at her, he mewed, " And what are you doing here? "

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tag; everybody in za zecret zociety!! man, i'm feelin' like a bee!!
muse; just watch me!!
notes; so #*@+&%¤ awesome!! i'm so going to give warrior names to everybody!! . . . except hummingbird. . . i think we should give her a "warrior ceremony"
lyrics; a place for my head by linkin park, duality by slipknot, lies by evanescence, fingerprints by katy perry, and so i thought by flyleaf

[Flameh{D-rizzy}]

Didn't make sense not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb

A lithe silver shape slithered through the shadows. It was headed for the camp's entrance. A brown tabby tom sat, dozing while on guard, the young tom slipped past unnoticed.

Silverpaw smiled as white snow fell around him. He loved the snow, it was beautiful and sparkly. He opened his maw to taste for Bluepaw. He'd seen her leave first but she was lost in the whiteout. He sighed and padded on. The deeper into the territory, the deeper the snow.

Silverpaw slowed as he approached the ThunderClan border. He took a deep breath, only a hint of the scent marker was left. He looked down at the ice covered river and slipped down its bank. His paws hit the ice and he padded across, his claws leaving marks on the ice.

Silverpaw slunk through ThunderClan's territory. He had his ears pricked for any sounds, he couldn't afford any warriors finding out. Silverpaw went unnoticed, the snow storm providing cover.

Silverpaw finally reached fourtrees, his pelt white with snow. He stepped into the clearing, everything becoming more visible. He spotted the familar blue apprentice.

"Bluefawn" he said bounding towards her. His amber eyes gleaming. This is all for you he thought I really like you.

[Cinder.and.Flightfall]

Orangepaw

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So I said all that I had to say...

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... In the letters that I threw away.

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Bright amber eyes gazed into the dark night, twinkling like stars against the white snow. The fae's orange pelt stood out against the chilly white substance like a burning flame, her midnight black paws buried in the snow's depths. A shudder rolled up Orangepaw's spine, though she continued to trudge on to her destination. To a place that she felt that, maybe, she could belong. The fae had always been a bit more shy then other cats, not really speaking unless spoken too. Not having many friends in her Clan, Orangepaw relied on BlueClan to keep her sane. She cared about all of the other apprentices, almost like siblings, and appreciated their company at these meetings more then anything. She couldn't even imagine them coming to an end, and if her mind even started to think of it she pushed the thoughts away.

Orangepaw shook her thickening ginger pelt, waving her half-tail to get stray flecks of snow off its surface. She hated the winter; hunting was always so much more difficult for her. Her striking ginger pelt always stood out against the fluffy white snow, alerting prey to her presence. The only good thing about leafbare was the fun that it was to play in the snow. She smiled at the thought. When her and her three siblings had been younger, they'd often played games in the snow, and even snuck out of camp occasionally, Orangepaw never lost long thanks to her coat. She sighed, a wistful look appearing in her amber orbs. She missed her brothers and sister, and her aunt that looked after them because their rogue mother had dropped them off. Would they be proud of her, an elder apprentice, nearly a warrior of the Clan?

Well, she was a warrior of BlueClan. When she entered that clearing, she became Orangeleaf, a true, full warrior. The thought quickened her pace, as she was eager for the change to take place. Though nothing changed on the outside, Orangepaw always felt as if she grew a bit more whenever she was with BlueClan. At least they thought of her as a warrior. At least, well, some of them respected her. Excited now, Orangepaw stopped walking and instead loped toward Fourtrees, feeling the snow crunch beneath her paws as she did so. Her long legs kept her from completely sinking into the depths of the snow, helping her to keep a steady pace before she finally reached the clearing. Purring once, Orangepaw stepped into the light of the crescent moon, waving her tail to the other cats in greeting.

Orangeleaf, that was what she would be called from this point on. Orangeleaf allowed her eyes to move to the other cats in the clearing, to the RiverClanners Bluefawn and Silverstar as they were called here. Not wanting to butt in to any conversation, Orangeleaf merely awaited for someone to speak to her, as she often did. Though BlueClan made her feel stronger, her confidence would always need work.

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Lizzardpaw

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What a shame, we all became such fragile, broken things...

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... Our memory remains, just a tiny spark.

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A twitch, a jerk, a muffled cry in her sleep. Lizzardpaw was restless, any cat would've noticed in the way she was constantly shifting in her unconscious, dreaming state. In her sleep the young, blind fae unsheathed her claws, slashing at nothing but her moss nest. The she-cat let out a mrrow! in her sleep before jolting awake, letting out a sigh of relief when she was again plunged into the darkness of the real world. Even if dreams allowed her to see, seeing wasn't always a priviledge thanks to the nightmares that haunted her. Images of Ashpaw, her mother, her father, of Lizzardpaw herself falling... The calico fae shuddered at the thought.

That night she'd dreamt of herself, though she was much older, probably a warrior at the time. She'd been falling, her body plummeting from the top of the gorge to the furious waters below her. Why had she fallen? Lizzardpaw racked her brain for the memory, only picking up faint images of the nightmare. She fluffed out her pelt, unsheathing her claws and letting out a calming sigh. She was fine. It'd only been a nightmare. A terrible, terrible nightmare. The calico fae tasted the air, suddenly wishing for the comfort of Ryepaw or Smokefoot. After recently discovering that, possibly, Lizzardpaw was growing feelings for Smokefoot, she'd softened up a bit, become more needy.

She hated it.

But she loved the way that her mentor made her feel, and that was all that mattered. Lizzardpaw smiled as thoughts of Smokefoot filled her mind, chasing away the remaining images of her nightmare. Immediately, though, she pushed all thoughts out of her mind as she suddenly remembered.

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The meeting is tonight!![/color]

Lizzardpaw cursed under her breath, lashing her tail once in frustration. She'd just started attending the meetings with the other apprentices, known as the meetings with BlueClan. There, the young calico was called Lizzardscale, a rather exotic name that she'd cherished since she'd recieved it. Lizzardpaw tasted the air, scenting that Magmapaw had already left for the BlueClan meetings. She tilted her head to the side. Did the medicine cat apprentice notify his siblings of these mini-gatherings held at Fourtrees? She doubted it, for Lizzardpaw could feel the tension choke her when Magamapaw and Cavernpaw were together. Cavernpaw was most likely completely unaware of what went on every couple of days.

Quickly Lizzardpaw cleared her erratic thoughts and focused solely on leaving the camp. The blind fae exited the den as quietly as possible, tasting the air again and scenting that there was indeed a guard at the camp entrance. Lizzardpaw's ears pricked. Was he sleeping? Yes. She could hear the steady beating of his heart and his slow breathing. That made things a whole lot easier for her. The lean-muscled she-cat tried her best to be sneaky, her blindness not so much hindering her because it was night. She made it past the guard without a problem, purring with pride as she entered the night-ridden forest.

Her quest to Fourtrees wouldn't be too difficult; she went there very often. Lizzardpaw simply followed the scents of other cats that were making their way there, knowing that she was getting close by the way that the scents started to mingle. Bright-eyed and excited, Lizzardpaw quickened her pace. Though at first she'd thought the meetings as immature, after a couple she'd learned to enjoy them. It was nice to meet new cats from other Clans. Lizzardpaw's thoughts stopped as she entered the clearing, already scenting all of the Clans' scents mixing together. Lizzardpaw inhaled the scent, actually enjoying the mixture of riverwater, moors, forest and pine trees.

Lizzardpaw, no, Lizzardscale as she was called now, pricked her ears. She could hear Bluefawn and Silverstar talking nearby, but no cats that she recognized reached her senses. Lizzardscale shrugged, figuring that someone she knew would show up eventually, and started to groom her pelt to prepare.

((Meh, muse not very good =P will bring Sleetpaw later, to make things easier!))[/blockquote]