Terrible News! [Open]

Frostfall came running into camp, and finally stopped in the center, with her chest heaving. She took a moment to catch her breathe. Clenching her teeth tightly as she she thought back to what had just happened. She could have done something, she should have done something! Once her breath was collected she shouted out to her clan. "Reedfang! Reedfang was taken by the two legs!" She lowed her head once again, waiting for the clan to come up with questions.

Goosepaw's heart stopped as he looked over to Halfmoon. His poor, poor mother! No! Not him! His breathing quickened as he heard the awful news. His denmates had told him: once you're with the twolegs, you're as good as dead. They hold on to cats tightly, making it nearly impossible to escape them. His father would have to either succumb to the kittypet life, or be killed by them.

"Y-y..." he gasped, trying to find the will to utter the words. "You're l-lying! Reedf-fang wouldn't let that h-h-h-happen!" The tears were streaming down his face as sadness racked his heart. He left his apprentice friends' sides to stand beside Halfmoon, nuzzling her chest. The tom that made her feel so beautiful was gone now... Oh, dad, come back! He looked to Lionpaw for support, knowing she'd understand his pain.

Fogheart lifted her head to the sound of paws approaching. The scent of anxiety raised an alarm in the she-cat and she stood up to face the newcomer, whose scent she then recognized as Frostfall. She waited for the white warrior to catch her breath. Her tail lashed violently when the news came.

"He WHAT?" Her brother had been taken? How? A vicious snarl grew on her muzzle. How dare they take Reedfang! "How," she hissed, although her anger was pointed at the Twolegs far away.

Ivyfall had been dozing on the edge of camp, her eyes half-closed as she basking in the warmth of Greenleaf when her daughter burst through the camp entrance, looking wild and shaken. The silver queen was quick to get on her feet, though she was beaten there by Goosepaw and Fogheart. She'd never been as close as Fogheart or Heronwing to the tom, but he was her blood and a brave, kind warrior. To think Twolegs took him away from them. The she-cat's eyes went cold, a dark edge overtaking them for a second before she reigned herself in. Instead, going over to her daughter to support her. She pressed her flank against Frostfall and snapped. "Give her a second to breathe... I'm sure you did whatever you could to help him." The second part, she whispered for her daughter to hear to reassure her.

Lionsong watched as the white warrior burst into camp, disrupting the peace she was semi-enjoying. The warrior looked stricken with guilt, hardly holding on to sanity. Disgusting. With a heave the massive golden tabby brought herself to her paws and strode across the camp to stand a bit away from the commotion. If Reedfang was taken by the Twolegs, than he was a weak warrior that RiverClan didn't really need anyways.