[i think we have an] E M E R G E N C Y !!

[Crane]

Spicestar sprinted into camp, never minding that it was long past the time any sane cat should be awake, and skidded to a stop in the centre.
How was he going to break the news? ShadowClan were being attacked by two Clans right now, and WindClan was going to be next. Their last hope was to rescue the ShadowClanners and mount an attack after the ShadowClanners had healed...
"All cats - No, we don't have time for ceremony! All WindClan cats, get out of that den and out here right now! We have a dire emergancy on our paws!" he yowled, his usually quiet and soft voice rising into an ear-splitting boom. Well, now we know what happens when Spicestar gets protective, don't we? He shifted from paw to paw anxiously, waiting for someone to wake up to he could announce what was happening.

[it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat.]

The leader's voice rang loud in clear in Pouncepaw's ears. She jerked herself awake, only half interpreting what he said. Something about no time...and getting out...and...emergancy?! She blinked, stunned and confused. When was the last time Spicestar was this anxious? Silly Pouncepaw, you're only an apprentice! she had to tell herself. An elder would know. Still, this would be pretty urgent if it were in the middle of the night.

The apprentice batted her head, hoping that it would make her more alert. She thrashed about the den, tripping over other fellow apprentices as she tried to make her way out.

"Ow! Stop it, furball!"

"Sorry, Eaglepaw," Pouncepaw squeaked but then turned urgent as she saw through the hole of the den how agitated Spicestar was acting. For StarClan's sake, he could've been mistaken for a rabbit, the way he was shifting his paws and such. Yes, he was definitely out of sorts.

Eaglepaw kicked her absent-mindedly. "Go back to your own bedding," he mumbled.

Pantherpaw suddenly turned urgent, glancing from the brown apprentice to the leader and then vice versa. "Eaglepaw, this is no time for sleeping! Spicestar is calling for a meeting! It's an emergancy!"

Eaglepaw rolled over. "I'm surprised," he said in muffled mews, eyes still closed, "When did Pouncepaw ever turn serious? Must be dreaming..."

The she-cat started getting desperate, batting her denmate's years and nipping his tail. She hissed loud enough for all the apprentices to hear, "I'm not joking! It's an emergancy!"

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Fine, I'll get up!" growled Eaglepaw, fur mangy and wearing a grumpy expression on his face. "Now lead me to the clearing because I'm still half asleep."

Pouncepaw snorted and let Eaglepaw nip her tail as she led him out of the den. Then she sat down. The arrogant tom yawned and blinked his eyes open. He looked at Spicestar with surprise. "What's going on?" he exclaimed.

"I told you," Pouncepaw poked him with her tail in an irritated tone. But in truth she didn't mind the tom at all. He only saved her a couple words, for she was curious herself. Next time dont put get moss in your ears when you sleep, she reminded herself.

[FireFlyDragon]

With a barrage of two apprentices’ conversation -although it sounded more like a fight as always- , Rootpelt slipped from the warrior’s den, eyes rather alert and clear for the time of night. This was probably because he had always been a light sleeper, and with both the leader’s words, and the apprentices, he was thoroughly awake. Of course, he would have much rather had the two jumpy kits as he silently referred to them as, not make such needles racket.Having already assumed one of the pair having been his bouncy apprentice Pouncepaw, he wasn’t the least surprised to find her seated by Spicestar, who looked like he had fleas in his coat from all the pacing and shifting he was doing.

He slunk over to the two paws, ears half laid back as he hissed quietly, only slightly annoyed at their constant antics. Rootpelt looked to Eaglepaw first, seating himself down beside his she-cat apprentice as he muttered over to the oblivious tom. “If you’d quit yammering, Spicestar will tell us.” His tail flicked irritably, this time murmuring more to himself then anyone else as his gaze drifted to the agitated tom before them. “Although it can’t be good, calling a meeting this time of night…”

[Eagleh]

Kitetail woke groggily from his sleep, jostled by the movements of his Clanmates around him. The dark brown tabby yawned and swiped his tongue around his muzzle longingly. The mouse he had eaten had long since satiated his appetite, and if there was one thing that Kitetail hated - though he hated many things, so this sentence really doesn't do much to demonstrate his character - it was waking up hungry.

He padded out of the den, not even needing to try to find where the others were gathering, thanks to the loud yowls of the apprentices. He sat down grudgingly, and if he could have seen his face (or seen at all) he probably would have been proud of how grumpy he looked. Ears pricked, he caught what Rootpelt had said and found himself agreeing fervently. "It's never anything good," he grumbled, more to himself than anyone else. The blind warrior was still young, yet he felt himself acting more and more like an elder every day.

[it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat.]

Pouncepaw's spirit automatically brightened as she smelt her mentor padding toward her. "Rootpelt!" she greeted, although one sharp look from Eaglepaw silenced her attempt to be cheerful. Why does Eaglepaw always have to be such a thorn in my bedding? Pouncepaw sighed, thinking to herself. She looked up expectantly at her leader, still anxious-looking, anticipating bad news coming out from his mouth.

Eaglepaw sensed Kitetail's presence behind him. "It's never anything good," the warrior had grumbled. The apprentice had learned to develop a sense of respect for the blind tom, but at the moment, impatience was rumbling deep in his chest. "Really?" he hissed sarcastically, but the brown tom never took his eyes away from Spicestar, both leader and mentor to him.

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[xx snakey]

Ghostwalker jumped, mildly surprised at the sight of Spicestar racing into camp, right passed him without even noticing the white tom who was guarding the camp. He pulled himself to his paws, shaking himself awake and trotting into the clearing. Everyone seemed to be in an uproar. "Now calm down, I'm sure Spicestar has good reason for waking you all." He murmured in his quiet timbre, walking over to the leader and dipping his head respectfully. He watched Eternalsong pad out of the nursery, sounds of protest from the kits coming from within the gorse. He looked around for Ravenscar, surprised that he too wasn't emerging from the nursery. Actually, Ghostwalker hadn't seen him all day, and last time he had the tom had said he was heading off to hunt with Snowpelt near the Shadowclan boarder. His pelt started to prickle. "Spicestar?! have you seen Ravenscar or Snowpelt today?" He tried to keep his concern under control, but something made him want to panic. He looked at the leader, speaking to him directly in a hushed tone. "They never came back to camp."

[it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat.]

OOC; in a hurry. I dunno if I made the 75 word mininum, but I don't have much time >_<

IC; While Eaglepaw was staring intently at his leader-mentor, Pouncepaw directed her attention to Ghostwalker close by. Her eyes widened at the news in shock. Can the situation be any worse? Spicestar seemed to be thoroughly agitated, but since he hadn't spoken yet, she blurted, "No way! That can't be!" With the other clans obviously in such heated moods, a loss of even one warrior is devastating. Even during peaceful times, death has never been a welcomed event to any honorable cat.

[Silver]

Rainpelt, who had been guarding the camp in companionable silence with Ghostwalker, was just as startled when Spicestar streaked in. She trotted after her leader as he sprinted from the entrance. The she-cat remembered nodding to him as he left for a night stroll not that long ago... What could have riled him up? she thought, sudden anxiety making it impossible to sit. Pouncepaw and Eaglepaw raced from the Apprentice's den, followed by Rootpelt and Kitetail shortly after. Eternalsong waddled out of the nursery right as Ghostwalker soothed the curious cats. Truthfully, Rainpelt had to bite back to questioning words herself, knowing Spicestar would explain in due time, just as Ghostwalker said. Instead, she focused her attention on Breezefur, whom was scrambling sleepily from the warrior's den.

Breezefur noted the quickly gathering cloud, easily picking out Eaglepaw's honey fur. Still a little dazed from the abrupt wakening, she settled herself next to her son, wrapping her tail around him protectively. "Where's your sister, Eaglepaw?" she asked, noting that the sleek black apprentice was not present. The thought sent a pang through her. She hadn't heard head or tails from Blackclaw either, not since that ominous Gathering with Duskstar. She assumed it was because of tightened security, but she couldn't image how he hadn't managed to sneak some sort of signal through. She flicked her gaze to Spicestar, who looked ready to race into battle. Battle. Oh StarClan. Breezefur gasped aloud. "Does this have to do with ThunderClan and RiverClan?" she asked. Rainpelt flicked her gaze to her, and she knew that they were thinking the same thing. ShadowClan is in trouble. Blackclaw... Stormpaw...

[straycat]

Memoryleaf forced himself to stay completely motionless, body pressed low to the ground, tail still. Not even a whisker twitched. His russet brown eyes were locked on the rabbit a dozen tail lengths away. It hopped forward once and nibbled on some of the dry grass, nose twitching. The fresh wind of the moorland ruffled its fur, carrying its scent tantalizingly to Memoryleaf's nose. It took all his willpower not to kneed the ground in anticipation. He had never seen a rabbit so plump. With it, he could feed the entire clan just with one catch! If, he reminded himself, he didn't give himself away by wriggling like an over-excited kit. Or drooling enough to flood the moorland.

Another moment of silent motionless passed. Then he leaped forward, muscles rippling under his pelt. The rabbit took off in a panic, darting through the grass. Memoryleaf raced in pursuit. His paws flew under him and the world raced past him like a blur. It felt as if Starclan themselves carried him! With a powerful leap, he pounced on the rabbit, knocking it off balance with a deft swipe of his paw. He bit down around its neck, preparing to deliver the kill. The wonderful smell filled his senses. He anticipated the warm taste as he bit down and-

Oof.

Memoryleaf's eyes flickered open and he looked around confused. Rootpelt brushed by, heading out to the main clearing. Memoryleaf's eyes narrowed. Clumsy oaf. He had tree trunks for legs sometimes. Not that he could blame him completely, shaped like a... well, something funny-shaped. Giving up on finding a proper comparison, Memoryleaf closed his eyes again, curling up tighter and tried very hard to get back to the fat, juicy rabbit. Unfortunately, there was noise all over the camp now. Even the apprentices were awake. He opened his eyes again, looking as grumpy as if he were covered in burrs.

It took him a few moments before the bits of conversation and the fact the clan leader was pacing around in the center of camp like his pelt was full of ants trickled its way into his groggy senses. He shook his head as if trying to dislodge the sleepiness and got his paws under him before padding into the clearing towards Spicestar. His ears flicked back in concern. What was going on?

[it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat.]

The familiar, cozy scent of his mother wafted over Eaglepaw like a dream. The apprentice instinctively rubbed his neck against Breezefur's flank, warm memories of kithood rushing back in soft waves of nostalgia. But then the tom abruptly drew back, not in a cold gesture, but only in an embaressed withdrawal. He was an apprentice now. Acting like a kit was the last of things to prove his maturity. Especially in times like this when even Sharpstar was alarmed, he had to act grown up. The bittersweet memories hung heavily over his head.

A tail wrapped around his body protectively. "Where's your sister, Eaglepaw?" mewed Breezefur. Despite the she-cat's gentle voice, the tom's return to the present situation was a shock.

"Somewhere," Eaglepaw mumbled, still recovering from startlement. Another scent became distinct as Memoryleaf padded into the clearing, ears pressed back in his head as if he were very concerned. He looked away for a moment but then his mother suddenly gasped. He whipped his head around in surprise.

"Does this have to do with ThunderClan and RiverClan?" asked she, and her eyes toss a fearful message at a cat nearby, but Eaglepaw couldn't quite catch. That was strange. His mother had never looked that stressed before. Was she afraid of a battle? Somehow the apprentice knew it was something deeper than that.

The brown-furred tom felt Pouncepaw stir next to him. He hadn't realized how still she had been in those past heartbeats. She had always been so energetic, it was almost unbelievable to see her staring at Spicestar with such an intent gaze. "Memoryleaf," the she-cat mewed cheerily to the warrior, but even Eaglepaw could tell the smile was forced. Her tail patted a vacant space next to her and Eaglepaw directed his attention to Spicestar again.

Even Pouncepaw was nervous. How grave can this possibly be?

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[straycat]

Memoryleaf turned his attention away from Spicestar with a start as someone called his name. A brief flash of annoyance flared up in his eyes. It died just as quickly when they settled on the source of the call.

Pouncepaw looked uncharacteristically still, quiet, and even more serious than Eaglepaw beside him. That alone said enough about what the apprentice was feeling. Self-consciously, Memoryleaf forced himself to try to look as confident as possible. The occasional flick of his tail continued to give away his continued concern.

Thunderclan and Riverclan - foxhearted mousebrains, all of them - and missing cats. Whatever was really happening, he wished Spicestar would just hurry up and tell them before the entire clan worked itself into a panic. The obvious nervousness of their leader was not helping. Waves of worry over some unknown threat to the clan continued to crash back and forth inside him as he padded over next to Pouncepaw, ducking his head in a warm greeting. He didn't have to duck too far. Even as a warrior, he was too small. Still, he sat up straight, doing his best to look alert yet calm.

"Don't worry. Everything will be fine," he reassured the apprentice quietly. Whatever 'everything' was.

[it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat.]

"And hedgehogs will fly," Eaglepaw retorted under his breath. Seriously, what was up with worried cats and faking everything is alright? StarClan knows how mouse-brained clanmates can be. Pretending catches no prey.

A paw jabbed at his side and the tom winced. He glanced at his left where he found Pouncepaw poised one paw in the air. No hiss left her throat but there was a sharp glare glinting from her bright eyes. "Just because you woke up with thorns in your bedding doesn't mean you may spoil our spirits whenever you want!" she mewed in a harsh, hushed tone.

"Too bad, because my bedding was perfectly free of thorns, thank you very much," was Eaglepaw's irked reply.

Pouncepaw was clearly out of sorts. Her hairs stood at ends, bristling like needles, and her eyes were narrowed down to slits. Now she was hissing, "All the more reason for you to keep your mouth shut."

The tom let out a growl. He wasn't used to being stepped up like this. Suddenly, the itch in his chest that began just a flicker of annoyance bloomed into rage. "Then quit faking it!" the apprentice hissed back and broke free of the grip of Breezefur's tail around him. Muscles tensed and then unbuckled, Eaglepaw knocking over Pouncepaw as easily as a tree sprout. Oxygen was thrown out her lungs as she tumbled on her side down the sloped terrain of the WindClan camp. Two pairs of scars raked across her side. Eaglepaw stared, heaving in deep breaths, surprised himself at what he had done. His eyes darted down to his paws. When did I unsheathe my claws? A look of befuddled wonder and exasperation befalled his face.

Just a tail length away lay Pouncepaw, just as surprised as he was. Little blood was drawn, but even then there was pain. Her eyes widened in startlement. "Wh-what..." her voice trailed off, mind not knowing what to think.

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OOC; the quality isn't good, I know, but I decided we need something more interesting than waiting away as time ticks by. ^^ Crane, please hurry up!!

[wolfkitten]

Coldfoot flicked his ears as he heard the summons of their Leader. He huffed slightly as he rose his head from where he curled in his nest sleeping. Great... What was their Leader doing calling a meeting at such an ungodly time... He grumbled a bit, and seriously debated on ignoring Spicestar and going back to sleep. Whatever was so important could surely wait until morning... And yet something made his awareness leap to full. He heard the concerned voice of Ghostwalker speak a name that made his blood run cold. Snowpelt... She wasn't in camp? There was fear in Ghostwalker's voice... Yet he could hear no more as his tone dropped into hushed as he continued to speak with their Leader. A quick glance around the Warrior's den confirmed that Snowpelt wasn't there.

Coldfoot leapt to his paws and padded out of his nest and out of the den right toward Spicestar and Ghostwalker. His icy eyes gave away nothing as always, but anxiety rushed through him like the winds of the moor. He shook out his fur as he stood nearby awaiting a pause in their conversation. But before long he couldn't wait any longer. "Where has Snowpelt gone..." He was a cat of few words, and yet the words he did speak tended to be listened to. He awaited an answer, his cool gaze on Ghostwalker alone. Coldfoot didn't connect well to many cats... But there was something about the gentle Snowpelt. Soft and motherly she was... Yet like a mother she would fight fiercely to protect her Clan. Why would they have gone alone like that... Ravenscar and herself. Sure two cats were enough for a small hunting party... But still. He feared for her. She was one of the only cats to see the soft side of Coldfoot...

Coldfoot looked between Ghostwalker and Spicestar, awaiting answer to his question and also to be told what was going on. Spicestar looked very unnerved and the rest of the Clan was following suit, this couldn't be good.

[Rabiddog]

Greenheart made a small grumbling and moaning sound in her sleep, and her eyelids fluttered slightly. There was a lot of sound around her... lots of yowling and cries and noise.... Drowsily, she opened her eyes just slightly to the sight of cats streaking out of the warriors' den. Surprised, the true volume of the sounds came crashing down on her, and she leaped to her paws and stumbled out of her mossy nest. Blinking to try to expel the "sleep" from her eyes, Greenheart shook her head and body. What was going on? A Clan meeting at this time? It must've been the middle of the night!

Greenheart perked her ears, attempting to absorb everything that was going on in that instant. Her green eyes snapped over to where two apprentices, Eaglepaw and Pouncepaw, seemed to have had a scuffle. Coldfoot spoke, and Greenheart faintly heard, but she couldn't stop and ask him exactly what he said, especially since he probably would just give her one of his icy stares and slink off. Lashing her tail, Greenheart scurried over to Eaglepaw and Pouncepaw, then asked, "What happened here?" Spicestar looked terrified and furious, and the tortoiseshell-and-white warrior she-cat had no idea what to think. She could only think to try to find out what was happening directly in front of her with the two young cats.

In all honesty, the multicolored she-cat had no thought as to how she could help resolve the issue with the cats. It looked as if there was blood, though, and they seemed startled. "Pouncepaw, that scratch doesn't look very bad, but Eaglepaw, I think I'll need to speak to your mentor." She had completely inferred what happened, as she hadn't actually seen anything, but that seemed to be something of a solution. Ha, some solution. She really was still so young and was unsure as to whether or not that was the right thing. Returning to the rest of the group, her tail tip twitched and her eyes shone with worry. What was going on? Was their border being invaded? Did somebody get murdered? Did ShadowClan join ThunderClan and RiverClan? A million worries and nightmares flashed through Greenheart's mind in an instant. She just had to sit and wait for what would happen, though. It would probably be explained, right?

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(( Fail post, I'm sorry. ^^'' I wanted to post, but I had to rush. ^^'' ))

[W.in.DY.]

ooc|| sorry rabid, I'm a copy-cat D:

Windblaze would step into the clearing, tail swishing. News? No, an emergency. Spicestar made that well known with his yowl. How unusual it was to hear it THAT loud. She folded her ears against her head at that. UNFINISHED

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