Dusk Patrol [Open]

Ooc: As said in the description, anyone may join the topic, though I prefer the max of 4 characters, which includes Lionstar. I made this not only because patrols can give people something to do, but also because Lionstar really needs to start losing at least a life or two x) It wouldn't be fair if he lived for 3 years, right? Ha ha, don't worry that won't happen. You'll get your chance, Darky! :)

Anyways, I was thinking an accident could happen during the patrol that makes Lionstar lose a life. Since I don't have much time at the moment, I won't go into detail on that. You'll just have to wait and see.

Ic: Lionstar ducked under a low hanging branch, his fur skimming the underbrush. Behind him was the rest of the Dusk Patrol, making their way to the Thunderpath to check the border. It was dark out, so it was hard to see and they had to be careful.

Ooc: No time for anything longer than that, so I'll be back online later.

-Duskpaw padded alongside his leader and other clan mates on there way toward the thunder-path. " I can't see a thing ."Duskpaw mumbled to himself when his paw hit a rock rock that was on the path.

Mosspelt trotted beside his apprentice, eyes dilated to see. He made sure to watch his step, when it was dark, anything could just pop out.

((Sorry for the wimpy post, school...ugh...))

"So you are tired too, I see Mosspelt." Duskpaw said with a chuckle.

"Anyone not tired would be out of their mind- or very lazy." Dewclaw brought up the rear of the patrol- as she usually did -stepping carefully over rocks and roots as she listened quietly to her Clanmates. She hadn't spoken that much, not since the battle with the Deomilites, and she felt more drained than usual. Watching her son, Dewclaw noticed how he was growing so big already. He was under good mentorship; with a great warrior like Mosspelt, he'd turn into a fine warrior.

"So that answers my question then." Duskpaw said as he kept up with his mentor " So Lionstar we're going to the Thunder-path?" Duskpaw asked his leader.

Lionstar nodded calmly, but then quickly remembered it was hard to see such movement. "Yes. Shadowclan and Windclan have been seemingly quiet for a while since the battle, though we still need to check the borders." He explained, pausing as one of his paws grazed against the Thunderpath. "We're here; watch your step." He warned suddenly, making his way along the edge of the path. A harsh wind blew, causing the trees to shake.

Mosspelt followed his leader carefully, making sure to keep his senses alert. He nodded as Lionstar warned them and turned to be walking beside the Thunderpath. Mosspelt bunched his muscles and dug his claws into the ground as the wind came by to keep himself steady.

Ooc: Moving along rather quickly...

Ic: The wind was getting slightly harsher, and branches creaked ever so slightly. It even began to sprinkle lightly as small storm clouds dotted the sky, making it even darker. Perhaps the leader had misjudged his timing for the patrol, for just when they left the sky seemed clear and guided them using the moonlight. Now the territory seemed dangerous as thunder quietly rumbled in the shadows of Silverpelt.

Lionstar glanced up, a bit nervous as he heard the swishing of leaves through the windy weather and branches dancing so loudly with their snapping noises as they attempted to hang on against the gust. He turned around, though the darkness prevented him from seeing anything except the outlines of rocks and trees. He tasted the air, trying to scent his clanmates, even against the growing rain that came down harder by the minute. The tom leaped back in surprise as he heard a louder snap from one of the overhanging branches, but nothing happened and he calmed down quickly.

The rain soaked through her pelt as if the fur was nothing, sending shivers through her bones and reaching to the tip of her tail. Dewclaw quickly snapped her head to the side out of reaction as a large drop landed in her cheek in an attempt to keep the rain out of her eyes. Clouds wafted over the moon and covered the rays of light they had been using to watch their steps, and she struggled to see her suroundings. Her Clanmates' scents had been covered up by the stench of the Thunderpath and she partly feared accidently stepping onto the hard surface, lest she be suddenly mauled by an unseen monster in the darkness.

Mosspelt growled as the rain soaked his fur, making his body rather heavy. He heard all the branches creaking, then smelled the air. He couldn't smell his Clanmates due to the Thunderpath, so he yowled advisingly (I know it's not a word :P) "Maybe we should go into the underbrush until this storm is stopped?" As the rain pounded down harder he waited to hear his Clanmates voices.

Lionstar perked his ears as he heard the voice of his deputy. "Good idea. Everyone, did you hear Mosspelt? Head f-" There was a loud crackling sound as another large wind finally broke the branch of a tree down, followed by a sickening snap of bones. Everything from the leader's direction went silent besides the weather, which gave no mercy.

Ooc: A bit in a rush so I can't put much. No rhyme intended.

Mosspelt heard the branch snap and the snap of bones and instantly knew what happened. He dug his claws into the earth harder and pulled himself in Lionstars direction, the rain stinging his eyes. Soon he saw the branch and Lionstar under it. He got over to it and took the risk of releasing the ground with his front paws and digging them into the branch before the wind could catch him and throw him onto the Thunderpath. Then he started pulling on the branch as hard as he could.

Dewclaw's eyes widened with suprise and worry as she heard his voice cut off, accompanied by the sound of bones being crushed under a large weight. She shot in his direction, bumping into Mosspelt, and gripped the wet branch as hard as she could in between her teeth. She had to dig her claws deep into the mud beside the Thunderpath so she wouldn't slip or slide and the rain pounded even harder. Dewclaw put all of her weight and strength into pulling the large branch off Lionstar, her heart beating faster as each second went by without hearing him say anything or even try to draw breath.

Blood welled from under the branches, making the mud turn a warm, russet color. Lionstar did not move, but simply had a very faint glow around his forehead. Was it the rain or the moonlight? Actually, he was simply losing a life; his first one to be exact.

"Lionstar, wake up."
A warm breeze wafted through the field of soft grass in which the large, battered tom lay on.
"Wake up. You're not done yet."
The Thunderclan leader groaned, heaving himself to his paws. He ached all over, but the breeze slowly seemed to wash the pain away...Temporarily. Another tom, one just as large but not as 'fluffy' stepped forward to him. He was white with ice-blue eyes that held no emotion.
"Snowbreeze?" Lionstar choked out, surprised. He hadn't seen his father in a long time. The white tom called Snowbreeze stepped forward, pressing his nose to Lionstar's head. There was a shock, and Lionstar's eyes flicked open, one again feeling the harsh rain and wind. His body was aching even worse, but he was alive.

He had lost his first life.

Lionstar glanced up at his loyal deputy, Mosspelt, and his former apprentice, Dewclaw, as they heaved the tree branch back. Had it fallen on him? He forced himself to his paws, panting. "I've lost a life." He meowed rather quietly, despite the loud, thundering weather.