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Soulfang snarled and growled under his breath at how Gingerheart insulted Redshade. He knew it was just that she was upset about her kit's death but they were a warrior and warriors die. He sneered and flattened his ears as he listened to what Redshade was saying. "Just because your kit died doesn't mean you have rights to be rude to others. We all die eventually Gingerheart, how about you just go mourn somewhere?" Soulfang said in aggitation, almost regretting saying it to a clan mate but she was the one who insulted his sworn brother and he'd stand by his side to defend him against anyone.

OOC: I swear SoulFang is mean it's not me D:

Mistflower had stepped away from Mallowroot's work, her pelt bristling when her fellow fly-for-brains warriors had begun to speak up. And this wasn't just any old warrior they were speaking up against, this was her mentor. The cat who taught her everything she knew about being a warrior. "How dare you." The she-cat spat, walking up to Redshade and Soulfang with a harsh glare in her eyes. "Gingerheart is the most experienced warrior in the clan! What life did StarClan give you that makes you so much more high and mighty than her and the rest of us, Redshade?" She hissed, turning her head at Soulfang, "And her kit has nothing to do with this. In case you haven't noticed here, we're all dying and she isn't the one who has her head where her tail should be!" At this point, the she-cat's teeth were bared.
That was all she could think.
How dare they? How dare they? How dare they?
They were supposed to be a clan. All she saw at the moment were a bunch of flea-bags.

Oh no they didn't. At first, Gingerheart stared daggers at Redshade as he spoke. She didn't hear the conclusion? Did she not just hear him say that he was going to take matters into his own hands if Nightstar didn't show up in what he thought was a necessary amount of time? Not only that, but she had never heard such disrespect in her life. But then Soulfang spoke up and almost instantly, it was like a bomb was set off. Fury rushed through her to the point to where all she could hear was her own blood pumping in her ears. It barely took any time before Gingerheart (with the energy she had left) pushed past Mistflower and slashed at Soulfang's ears with her claws. She knew how much trouble she would be in if she seriously hurt one of her fellow warriors, so she didn't try to injure him too bad, but she wasn't going to let him get away with that. Some shredded ears would work just fine. "How dare you bring Mapleface into this! She has nothing do this with this situation we are in!" she yowled before quickly turning on Redshade. "As for you! You are say I don't do anything for this clan? I keep this clan safe! I keep this clan fed! And I've done so long before you were even thought of being born! Now don't you tell me I don't do anything! And Scorchclaw," she pointed out, quickly turning her gaze to the other warrior. "Starclan chose Nightstar for a reason. She did her part and learned enough in her life to where Starclan thought she would be a great leader. She has the skill and experience you won't even come close to having any time soon. She knows what is best for this clan, and by Starclan, we wait on her say. No matter what. I don't want to listen to this talk of impatience, or about making this raid if Nightstar doesn't decide what to do soon enough." Of course, she was finally cut off from her rant with yet another solid cough, but she was tough, and she was going to make it through this if for nothing else other than to show that she could do anything that these mousebrained young warriors could do. She still have her life to live, and by Starclan, she was going to live it.

Shadeflame just sat there, dumbfounded as the warriors quarreled. "Oh boy ..." he muttered. He spoke up. "Then we need to speak with Nightstar about this immediately. We can't have ShadowClan die, can we? If there's only one way to survive, we must choose it."

Lionstrike sat next to his brother, munching on chips, as he watched the scene unfold in front of him. "I agree," he mewed, standing up, Still munching his chips. "We must act as quickly as possible. ... Erhh ... with Nightstar's permission, of course."

Moonpaw stared in shock at the warrior's outburst. She let out cough and shrank back, so the warrior's fury wouldn't move to her. The apprentice looked at her mentor to see his reaction but looked to Shadeflame the moment he spoke and then to Lionstrike. The she-cat flicked her tail and watched the warriors talk, hoping she could help.

Cormorantpelt slowly edged her way out of the circle of quarreling warriors and placed herself a few tail lengths away from Shadeflame. "Remind me to never get on Gingerheart's bad side..." She swallowed, hard. That old flea-bag sure could scare the fur off of you. Even StarClan would cower with fear.

Soulfang hissed in pain as his ear was slashed. With the new injury memories of the Thunderclan warrior flooded his head, anger starting to make his blood broil as his claws dug into the earth beneath him. He held his rather sharp teeth clenched trying to hold back any of the anger bestowed inside of him. He growled beneath his rather deep breaths before glaring back up at Gingerheart. How dare she bring those terrible memories back? His ice cold hate filled eyes burned into her as he watched her turn to speak at the others. He could feel the blood dripping from his face as his ear burned. Soulfang's tail lashed back and forth fastly before he made a decision that would change his life. With that last thought he leaped into the air, his fangs bared as he aimed for her throat. Luckily for her he missed and bit into her shoulder instead. His claws dug into her pelt before the momentum of how he had jumped at her made him go to her other side, his claws being dragged through her fur. Something inside him snapped, he was no longer himself before and to be quite honest he liked it.

Silverleaf's eyes widened in shock. "What are you DOING, flea-brain?!" She leaped onto Soulfang and attempted to drag him off of Gingerheart, but Soulfang was strong. "Are you CRAZY? How can we work together if YOU are FIGHTING your OWN CLANMATES?!" she screeched. Normally she wouldn't be like this, but Soulfang had driven her off her edge. She just didn't understand. How did a kind, caring kit become a violent, menacing, rude, idiotic flea-brain?

Honestly, Gingerheart wasn't even close to expecting one of her own fellow warriors to attack her. As soon as Soulfang hit her full force, his momentum carried her as well, forcing her to fall onto her side with a loud yowl of pain before all of her own defensive instincts quickly set in. Within an instant, she jumped to her feet and leaped for the perpetrator, claws out as she barreled into Soulfang, knocking him off of his feet once more. She was pretty quick in her physical state, and she had slightly surprised herself from how fast she was able to recover from his attack, but at the same time, she stared at the young warrior completely enraged. All she wanted to do was just rip his fur out and teach him a lesson. He wasn't going to mess with her again when this was over. But what was so unnerving about the attack was that he was aiming to kill. She knew that. If she hadn't coincidentally moved that small little bit before he jumped at her, she would be dead right now. "Well then, if you want to fight, then let's fight!" she hissed, her claws digging into the earth out of anticipation for what Soulfang was going to try to pull next. "But you won't be walking out of your den again with any fur left!"

"Stop this instant!" A loud yowl rang through the camp as Thrushstripe darted out of Nightstar's den and into the clearing. He hadn't been too concerned about the group of cats until the their conversation quickly grew in volume, and as soon as he turned around to look out of the den, Soulfang was already attacking Gingerheart. He quickly ran in between the two warriors, staring at both of them as if they were just small kits again. Even though Gingerheart was much older than him (and it also counts that she's his mother), he wasn't going to let her hot-headedness keep this up. But as soon as Gingerheart suddenly stopped and stared at the deputy, he quickly turned to Soulfang. "What are you doing, Soulfang? Do you have bees in your brain?!" he hissed, keeping on the defensive just in case. He didn't want to keep this fight up, but he wasn't going to let the tom get away with this. Surely Nightstar would have to say something about this.

Moonpaw jumped back the moment the commotion started. The young apprentice felt torn between her mentor and her clan. She looked at Soulfang with confusion and waited to see what would happen.

Lionstrike stared dumbfounded as his bag of chips fell out of his mouth as he watched the fight. Thrushstripe suddenly appeared and he relaxed a bit, but still didn't let his guard down. Shadeflame glared at Soulfang. "What's wrong with you, mouse-brain!? What happened to the Soulfang that I knew?" He just glared more when he saw that the friendly light that was in Soulfang's eyes were now diminished. "Fine," he snarled. "Go rot in the Dark Forest for all I care."


~I'm sorry Soul  :sadblushplz: you know I don't mean it c:~

Redshade sat there as Gingerheart snapped at them. Cranky old fleabag, he thought, rolling his eyes. Her words meant nothing to him anymore...Ever since her kit died and she had basically retired from duties, he has simply looked at her as another elder. Seriously, when was this grumpy she-cat going to retire?
His thoughts were cut off as Soulfang leaped at her, barreling into her. He raised an invisible brow, knowing that Soulfang was probably going to snap sometime anyways. Now was a strange time though; not that he could complain, since honestly Redshade himself could old take so much of his clanmates' drama. Plus it just outright annoyed him that everyone was scared of Gingerheart, seemingly. He didn't react as his brother went for the kill, and glanced at Lionstrike when he made a remark as Thrushstripe stepped in. Oh look, it's his old mentor that was always too busy to train him. Hi. Back in his apprentice days, he didn't really care as long as he became a warrior, but now when this same cat dared to yell and insult them, it caused some rage to bubble up. Redshade stood up and glared at the cats.
"Shut up." The russet tom growled. "Soulfang is sick; haven't you noticed? This illness is putting everyone on edge and the fact that this grumpy fur-ball decided to start something and yell at us just because she's older and thinks she has the rights of Starclan, doesn't make any of that better. He's probably not even thinking." Redshade said in a rather dark tone, obviously getting angry at how things were going. But if he didn't attack her, I don't know how long it would've been before I did. "He's been working hard lately--" He wasn't sure if that was a lie or not and frankly he didn't care. "--So he hasn't been getting a lot of rest. Quit jumping to conclusions here and help him out. Just look at him!" He nodded to Soulfang, who's eyes seemed to have been drained of any sanity. The tom glared back at Gingerheart. "I may not be as old as you but I'm glad for that, because at least I know what I'm saying." He growled and lashed his tail, the fur along his back spiking up.

Ooc: Soul's basically already expected to get in huge trouble if not exiled, but hey, Red's gotta try to help his psychopathic buddy //shot

Mistflower was about to make a leap for Soulfang, hadn't Silverleaf beaten her too it. The fur on the back of her neck was still standing when her mentor and thrown the tom away. Still itching to put her claws to work, she nearly made to put in a few swipes herself before Thrushstripe had barreled into the clearing to break up the fight. 'He should be the one sick and starving. Not Gingerheart. ' She thought, her glare boring into Soulfang's side. It was a thought she regretted having instantly afterwards, after all, it made her as bad as they were - didn't it? But she still didn't forgive or excuse any of his actions.
"She didn't start anything.  That fox-heart has no excuse for his actions. Like you said, we're all on edge, but you don't see any of us going for a rouge's treatment on our clanmates!" She hissed back at Redshade. Honestly, a clan was supposed to be a family. What in StarClan's name did they expect this to be called? "If I were Nightstar, I'd make both you idiots apprentices again - if you weren't exiled first."

Heavykit squirmed where he lay, crusty eyes blinking open trying to pinpoint that awful noise. His head moved painfully to the Gingerheart and Soulfang; they were... fighting? Heavykit's weary golden eyes moved to his sister.

Watching the fight, a growl formed in Cormorantpelt's throat. She was extremely disappointed in the way Gingerheart had attacked her own Clanmate first. What made it even worse was the fact Soulfang retaliated! It was like two kits getting into a squabble; minus the cuteness and adding more terror. Even Thrushstripe ended up getting involved just to break them up.

Her golden eyes rolled as Redshade joined in. Even with this sickness we hold tight on our pride. How mouse-brained. "Would you stop talking? You're only helping fan the flames. I don't give one single owl's hoot if he's your brother; it's both Gingerheart and Soulfang's fault here. Overexerting themselves when they've become sick is their own problem." Cormorantpelt should probably shut her face before she, too, fans the flame. "Back down, Shadeflame. You as well, Mistflower."

Everyone was starving and most were sick... Acting up like this before any real plan was put into action would only weaken them further.

Redshade swung around to glare right into Cormorantpelt's face. "Excuse me, but I only really spoke up right now because everyone else won't stop freaking out. Unlike you, I know why he attacked her anyways. Does defending a clanmate make me the bad guy as well? Oh, to go along with my oh-so-rude comments when another warrior just told Soulfang to go rot in the Place of No Stars? That'll totally calm him down, great idea. You're not helping." He snapped, really starting to get p*ssed himself now. Oh yeah, now they were all probably going to get yelled at. Especially Soulfang and himself. But right now, he didn't care; they were directing words at him as well now.

Ooc: I swear everyone is just going to break out and kill each other //shotdown