Fear and Worry... (Spicestar? Open)

[wolfkitten]

Snowpelt... A snowy white, gentle Warrior found herself pacing the Clearing of the camp of her beloveds. The loyal WindClan cat was terrified for one cat outside her Clan... For she held a secret that was unknown to many, if not most. She held kin in another Clan. This was true. Her kin... Sharpstar of ShadowClan, was terrified and lost. He wouldn't show that to his Clan, but he confided such in his sister. For he knew such secrets were safe in her tranquil mind.

Snowpelt didn't have an Apprentice, so she spent her days hunting and patrolling, and sneaking around just a little so that she could converse with her brother. And thus a terror plagued her. Her brother was living in dark times. A war with ThunderClan and RiverClan was looming, and how little time they had... Little did they know. But she knew that Sharpstar had been preparing and making his camp as safe as he could. But would it be enough... Could her beloved brother and his Clan be defeted by their enemies?

Snowpelt was put at an unease. She paced the Camp's Clearing, eyes snapping with fear, and paws itching to run to his aid. She couldn't allow her beloved brother to be harmed... His Clan... Though they were not always friends with her own... THey were all family in her eyes. She cringed as she continued to pace, before finally moving toward her Leader's den... Could she betray some confidance to help her brother stay alive? How much did Spicestar know about the upcoming war between the other three Clans? How could WindClan stand by while ShadowClan got ganged up on...

There had to be four Clans of the Forest. It was the will of StarClan themselves... She casted a glance heavenward and murmered softly to herself. "Oh StarClan help them... You know that this cannot happen... ShadowClan can not stand up alone to the fierceness of ThunderClan and RiverClan combined..." She shook her head. She had no concrete knowledge, only the fears that her brother had confided in her. How could she betray that... But how could she stand by and let his fears be realized?

Her pawsteps took her to loiter at the entrance to Spicestar's den... Perhaps she would accidentally run into him... Perhaps it would all flow out like a river... Perhaps WindClan could help them... Perhaps they couldn't... All these thoughts rattled through her mind, but what could she do but try... And yet how could she betray his confidance... All this was almost too much for the serene she-cat, though if someone saw this cat so agitated, it wasn't likely they could leave her alone as it was so far out of her normal actions... But that was left to be seen.

[Crane]

He didn't know where these kits came from, but he had a feeling that they were tied to him somehow. And that he had to protect them from what was coming. Outside the small cave they were in, he could hear yowls and smell the blood of fighting.
He heard the light thump of pawsteps, right outside the cave. He tensed, his claws springing out and ready to rend and tear. Somehow he knew defending these kits was his first priority. He let a snarl rip from his throat. Then a shadow fell into the entrance of the cave.
And so, Spicestar awoke with a jolt. To his horror, he could still hear pawsteps out the front of his Den. But then, the calm sanity that came with being awake flooded over him. It was the middle of the day. The only sound he could hear were the pawsteps, as well as the usual murmur of talk around camp. He inhaled, and smelt a Clan cat - Snowpelt. He erased the surprised expression on his face and replaced it with a smile.
"Afternoon, Snowpelt," he purred, stepping outside the Den so he was facing her. "Sorry, I was taking a nap. You look anxious, do you wish to speak to me about something?"

[wolfkitten]

Snowpelt padded back and forth, anxiousness in her eyes. How could she betray her brother by letting her Clan know... How could she tell anyone about... Their secret. Up until this point, only she and he knew of the secret they held... They were kin and only she was in the Clan to which she was born... But how could she ignore the fear he felt when they last spoke? If she could do something, she had to... Didn't she? But what could she do...

Who would listen to her, after all? She had no extrordinary attatchments to StarClan... She was no Medicine cat... Even though with her serene and gentle nature, she was often mistaked for one. But she had no real connections outside of those all Warriors had. She shook her head a little and paced anxiously. Before long, she looked up, hearing the paddings of paws, and before she knew it, Spicestar was before her.

She dipped her head slightly and spoke gently to him, showing respect for him in hight quantity. "Good day Spicestar... I hope it finds you well?" She listened to him and trembled just a little as she heard him ask if she wax anxious. "It's no problem... I understand the need for sleep." She nodded and then shook, lowering her head a little as she tried to think of how to approach this. "I... I think ShadowClan is in danger... I fear for them Spicestar... I don't know if we can do anything about it... But I fear that peril for them is much closer..." She couldn't say how, and the Warrioress was being vague on purpose... She had to see how much information she could give her Leader without betraying her one secret from him.

[xx snakey]

(because we never really had a ceremony but I said I wanted to I'm just chaning Ravenpaw to a warrior)

Ravenscar looked up from his meal. Snowpelt feared for Shadowclan? That didn't make sense? He stood up from where he was eating his rabbit and walked over. "Why would you fear for those fox-hearts?" He meowed, his tail flicking. "They didn't seem like they were in trouble at the Gathering." THe midnight black tom did have a point. What was up with Snowpelt? "And Sharpstar hasn't sent us any word for help. But it's Shadowclan. They're some of the feircest cats in the forest. If THunderclan or Riverclan attacks it will be like fighting kittypets to them." He looked at Spicestar for answers. He was clan leader, he'd know. Shadowclan could fend for themselves. Ravenscar sat down and wrapped his tail around his paws. "I personally think we should stay out of this. We have enough to worry about on our own. We never know when Riverclan and Thunderclan will attack us. We don't need to worry about Shadowclan too." He thought of Shiverpath, the Riverclan she-cat he'd played with as a kit. He couldn't love her now because she wasn't from his clan, but he could still hope he didn't meet her in battle. All cats had friends outside the clans. It was only natural to worry about them. Ravenscar flicked out his tail and touched Snowpelt's shoulder. "We're all worried. Right, Spicestar?"

(Sorry for Ravenscar's nosyness. He has a strong opinion. I'm sorry if I'm butting in. Also we must bare in mind Windclan is not supposed to get involved this time. But we can worry about it.