To Battle!

[Crane]

Cranefeather surveryed the camp quickly. Looked like no warriors were eating in the main section, so he'd have to call a meeting instead. His tail flickered in irritation.
He scrambled up a rock, for elevation.
I'll have to make this quick, he thought, eying the cloudy sky with disdain. It appeared that a green-leaf storm was about to strike, and when the rain came down, it have down fast and hard.
"All cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather in camp clearing for a Clan meeting," he summoned, letting his powerful voice boom across the surrounding area. His white downy ears pricked as the echoes bounced back to him, like ultra-sound. Of course, he didn't have the skills of bats and couldn't exactly pick out what was where from simple sound.
His attention flickered back to the clearing, where a few cats were starting to gather.

[xx snakey]

Shiverpath looked up from the sparrow she had been sharing with Auramoon. Auramoon's ears flicked back in fear. "It's starting." She mewed worriedly. Shiverpath hushed her. "If I see Infectedsound I'll help her escape, alright?" She whispered back. Auramoon nodded, then headed off to the elder's den, feeling her way along the edge of camp. Shiverpath stood up and scraped dirt over the remains of her meal. Swiping a paw over her mouth she headed to the center of the clearing, sitting down next to Dewclaw and Bluestorm. "I can't wait to get my claws on those Shadowclan scum." Dewclaw hissed, making Shiverpath wince internally. Bluestorm nodded in agreement. Shiverpath glanced up and sent a quick prayer to Starclan. Please help my clan.

[it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat.]

Larksong padded out warily at hearing Cranefeather's voice. It seemed softer than usual. She looked up and at the deputy. The details of his fur and eyes looked duller. The senior warrior scoped the clan clearing apprehensively. Was this happening? Her eyes, her ears? Are they really fading, already?

From her peripheral vision she saw Smokepaw sleepily moping out of the apprentice's den. He must've been sleeping. Then the little cat instinctively turned toward his sister, blinked his eyes open, and mewed, "Larksong?" Larksong glanced at the apprentice, then quickly shook her head. Smokepaw must have sensed something. He always seemed to know what's going on in her mind.

"It's nothing Smokepaw," she purred reassuringly, "I'm fine. Pay attention to Cranefeather, now..." and her voice trailed off. In truth, she never really trusted the white cat. She had known him since he was a kit. His relationship with Riverstar seemed oddly suspicious, and she didn't know what to think of him.

Then the tortoiseshell caught the scent of a cluster of other cats and turned around to see. Sure enough, there was Shiverpath, Auramoon, Dewclaw and Bluestorm. Larksong gently brushed Smokepaw's shoulder. "Look. There's Shiverpath and others. Why don't we sit there," mewed she and looked up at the clouding sky, "Besides, where we're sitting, we're going to be drenched any minute. Swimming is one thing, but on land it's just not comfortable." Then the she-cat padded over to the group.

Smokepaw sniffed the air and followed. What else to do? Larksong can't keep on straying from the subject forever. When she blabbered on like this, something was pressing on her mind, and Smokepaw knew it. He squat down next to his sister and silently eyed the leader.

Larksong, on the other hand, turned to look at the cluster of cats. "Hello. I hope you don't mind me and Smokepaw settling down here," she mewed uncharacteristically friendly. Grumpiness wasn't quite the best choice at this moment.

Smokepaw sighed. If Larksong were to address other cats this way, then yes, something was wrong.

[wolfkitten]

Morningpaw perked up her ears from where she lay in the Apprentice Den. She hadn't been feeling well lately, though if it were from nerves or what, it was unclear. She trembled all over and had the tiniest cough, but that wasn't the main thing on her mind. She was terrified. And she didn't feel this was right in the least. The tales of how terrible ShadowClan were poisoned her mind, and yet her heart yowled differently. RiverClan was doing wrong. They were banding with ThunderClan and attacking another for what? Empty reasons bounced around the young Apprentice's mind.

But, upon hearing the summons from her Leader, she would pull herself out of the den and bound out, showing her youthful energy. Not the unfocused energy of a kit, but the strong sure energy of a cat many moons beyond herself. She would glance over the cats around her, herself being the smallest by far, and move over to stand near Larksong and Smokepaw, none of her previous trembling being shown, but only the calmness that always seemed to radiate from the Apprentice.

She glanced around, seeking her Mentor but not finding him for the time being, but fining Larksong was just fine for her. She would dip her head in greeting to the cat she seemed to have come to a wonderful understanding, perhaps even a friendship, with, and then fell silent to watch their Leader and await what he had to tell them... Even though she was pretty certain she already knew.

[Silver]

Ravenclaw paused for a moment, his amber gaze sweeping the empty elder's den. Auramoon was outside, giving the small cove an abandoned feel. Ravenclaw had hoped that would vanish as soon as he finished repairing it. The late new-leaf storms had managed to poke a few holes in the barrier's defense, as well as give the entire den a misshapen look. Riverstar had asked him to fix it up when he visited her in the nursery. Plucking moss and grit from between his claws, Ravenclaw pricked up his ears at Cranefeather's calling. His first reaction was to think of what lucky apprentice would become a warrior today. However, as he padded outside to join his clan mates, it became painfully clear that this was no warrior ceremony. Grimly, he found Morninpaw sitting by Larksong and joined her, glancing curiously at his clan mates for a clue of what this could be about. No one seemed happy.

[it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat.]

Larksong twitched an ear as Morningpaw and Ravenclaw sat by her and Smokepaw. By now the little mob turned big. "Hello," Smokepaw mewed softly in greeting, trying to make the grim setting a bit brighter, even if by a whisker. Larksong sensed this and joined in clucking sarcastically, "Well aren't we a jolly group!" Her tail swished side to side as she mewed. Although her voice didn't tremble one bit, she had the look of a cat who's very agitated. Smokepaw was just quiet. He didn't feel like saying much other than a 'Hi'. The atmosphere was terrible. It was gloomier than war, because at war, at least you knew what was happening: battling, right? Here everyone's itching to know the unknown and what was to happen. Every second pushed down more on their spirits as the somber taste of the air loomed.

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[wolfkitten]

Morningpaw surveyed the gathering of cats, nodding gently to Smokepaw as well upon her arrival, though she trembled slightly, but only once. After such, her calm would settle. She sat there almost as still as a statue until Ravenclaw made his way over. She would bow her head to her Mentor. "Evening Ravenclaw..." She spoke softly, and looked over at Smokepaw greeted them. " 'Lo Smokepaw..." She nodded to him as well before looking up to Larksong as she spoke. Morningpaw was unable to keep back a wry grin, nodding slightly. "That we are." Goodness the Apprentice carried the calm and composure of a full grown Warrior, not an Apprentice hardly out of kithood... Strange strange little she-cat...

[it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat.]

OOC; I'm going to reply after Crane, if that's okay with the rest of you :3