Operation Spread the Plague [CLOSED]

Standing underneath the Great Rock, for maybe the 2nd or 3rd time this year, was Cormorantpelt. Her usually glossy, black fur looked dull and dirty and smelled kind of like she had either been around sickness or was sick herself. Weary golden eyes stared blankly at nothing in particular as the question of how her brother was fairing with his sickness went round and around in her tired brain.

The Windclan apprentice let out a breath of air as she rose from her nest, her fatigued looking eyes looked over the sleeping bodies of her clan mates, last time she had went out, supposedly alone last time, she had helped save an Riverclan warrior from bleeding out, attacked by what it seemed to be two-legs, but she wasn't positive.

Whitepaw stealthily stalked out of the den, looking around wearily and sticking to the sides of the camp, blending in the the speckled shadow's her calico pelt like camouflage.

The apprentice was on the way to fourtrees, where the meetings had taken place, and Shadowclan seemed to be very sickly, she had decided to maybe investigate on the matter, maybe find the cause of this illness, if it even was, but if they only just rolled in carrion, it'd truly be a waste of her time, but, it'd be a way for her to know to rest easy that there wasn't any illness spreading to them, and they wouldn't have to look over their shoulders, or stay awake, or waste precious herbs on illness, maybe even life threatening.

As the apprentice thought, her paws had brought her to the ledge of fourtrees, taking in a breath of air a scent that she could hardly describe but only came out into her head, carrion, and who she smelt was defiantly a Shadowclan cat, narrowing her eyes she formulated a small plan, if she was to investigate the matter, this would be the perfect time to do it, though, if she was going to get sick from this, it just might be worth it, if not, she'd most likely be blamed and yelled at for her stupidity for doing such a thing to her clan.

" Hello there, Shadowclan cat, may I ask what you may be doing here in this sacred area? And not here when the moon is at its fullest as it is every moon?" She pondered, walking down from the small incline, not willing to show weakness, despite now discovering this Shadowclan is possibly a warrior, and she was confident she was. The she-cat looked from the dark-pelted she-cat, with such vibrant amber eyes, to one of the mammoth sized oaks.

Whitepaw then devoted her attention towards the she-cat sitting down right in front of the Shadowclan cat, wrapping her ginger tail over her white paws, her vibrant green eyes and pink flesh nose, looking over the she-cat further, noting of her condition, and sickly smell, she was to be weary around such a cat she had no familiarities with.

Seeing another Clan cat wasn't much of a surprise to Cormorantpelt, seeing that this was fourtrees. A lot of cats came here for "secret meetings" which would always end up not being all that much of a secret secret. But still, just for the apprentices sake, she pretended to be surprised. She even widened her eyes a bit to look the part. "Ah, hello! Yup. Best actor ever. "Me? I'm just out here for some fresh air... Is there something odd about that, WindClan apprentice?"

This was a WindClan apprentice, right? It was hard to tell anymore now that the only thing she seems to smell anymore is sickness.

"Yes there is, at the gathering... your clan had smelled odd, not the usual, retched carrion smell, but, more like contaminated rats." She noted, her eyes narrowing in suspicion, she was wise beyond her years, it could have been the help of Shadeheart that was the cause of her knowledge, she had often spent time with the old she-cat, but never really cared to learn the herbs she had mastered the knowledge of.

Whitepaw strained her orange ears towards the older she-cat, noting the question in her voice, which she swore could have been strained, but her happy tune left her puzzled. "And yes, I am an Windclan apprentice, the name is Whitepaw, by your appearance I would assume you are a warrior?"

The calico apprentice got to her paws from her short lived rest, wearily she paced around the she-cat, though she seemed friendly, she just had to be suspicious, if she was  to be naive now, it would definitely be the end of her.

"May I ask why you seem to smell like contaminated rats? Are you perhaps sick? Rolled in carrion which had been left to rot during leaf-bare?" The Windclan apprentice asked, raising a muscle above her right eye, her mouth agape as she brought in the scent of the she-cat.

As her weary gaze followed the apprentice, a ghost of a smirk crossed her lips at all the questions. "Why are you so suspicious? Don't all ShadowClan cats smell like this? I mean, it's all anyone can come up with as some sort of insult..." Cormorantpelt stretched, her body seemingly fine. She finally turned so she was face to face with the WindClan cat, letting out a cough. Whoops~ "Sick? Of course we are! I mean, the smell basically gives itself away."

"You do smell like this, rather regularly, but, lately it has been rather off, not the usual carrion smell." Whitepaw mentioned, turning away slightly, until she heard a cough, realizing the possibility of this cat being sick, in alarm the apprentice jumped, her claws extending in shock."You retched good for nothing carrion! I knew it! I should just killed you!" She screeched, though she was at disadvantage, she was a small, Windclan cat, she didn't have a good stature for strengh, only speed, and she was an apprentice not a warrior.

She had to retreat.

Whitepaw let out a hiss and lashed around, pounding up the small incline, in a blind panic, she was headed for home, carrying a deadly disease with her.

OOC: Topic end?

ooc: So I guess this'll be a short battle. o-o Whitepaw can make up for it when she becomes a warrior <3

ic: Cormorantpelt was on her paws in a heartbeat, her longs legs stretching out before her as she quickly built up momentum. She was only slightly sick so running like this was nothing; and it actually felt pretty good.

The WindClan apprentice was fast... But Cormorantpelt's long legs made up for that and she was soon right on the other cats tail. "Sorry, but I can't let you get away that easily." A sudden burst of speed and the warrior was tackling the apprentice to the ground.

Run-and-Tackle

Cormorantpelt
Health: 45
Stamina: 150

Whitepaw
Health: 4
Stamina: 80

Whitepaw let out a shriek as she felt weight on her back as she toppled forwards, her legs collapsing under her as she barreled into the ground from the warriors weight, and if cats could cry, Whitepaw would be bawling.

"Let me go you Shadowclan scum!" She squeaked, fear threatening to force her into a position that would get her clan involved, and since these cats were sick, it wouldn't be a great out come.

"I can't do that, little one. This is for ShadowClan; We won't be suffering alone." A sheathed black paw rose and slammed down on the apprentices head, knocking her out cold.

Front Paw Blow

Cormorantpelt
Health: 45
Stamina: 145

Whitepaw
Health: 0
Stamina: 80

Slightly disappointed by how easy this had been, Cormorantpelt gripped the apprentices scruff between her teeth and heading back to her Clan.