A Family Fiasco ((CLOSED))

Moor dwelling birds sang in the distance, occasionally darting up into the sky and disappearing again, a cool breeze ruffled the upland grass, causing the land to sway gently side to side, not a cloud was in sight, and warms rays of sunlight shone on their pelts. Life couldn't have been better.

Sitting near the Lone Stump, Smokepelt sat next to his uncle, Cedarfur who was lying down with his paws tucked under his chest and his mate, Hazefur, was sitting on the opposite side of him so close that their pelts brushed together. Romping around a few foxlengths away from the older cats, Ryepaw limped after Kindleblaze, never able quite able to catch up with her, though she never ran very far away from the small tom since he wasn't able to run very fast. It made him so happy to see the two siblings getting along more, especially when his deformed son needed someone like his older sister to help him learn to be more expressive and open up. Now that he thought about it, Ryepaw had been making big strides when it came to his training and was probably due for his warrior ceremony soon, so Smokepelt made a mental note to talk to Ashstar about it later.

Along with the five cats, most of Smokepelt's direct family had accompanied them to this peaceful place. He'd found it a little funny that they all happened to go on a patrol at the same time, but he wasn't going to complain. Besides, any time the warrior got to spend with his family was wonderful in its own sort of way and he had to admit, he was truly a blessed cat.

Letting out a content sigh, the deputy looked to his mother, a smile on his muzzle. "I'm assuming that this warm weather means Leafbare is almost over?" the tom chuckled as a cool midday breeze ruffled his pelt. Any signs of snow had ceased to exist and the warmer weather, although cooled with gentle breezes were promising. As the clan deputy, it was nice to see the lift in spirit throughout cats in the clan and this time of year was always filled with a sense of hope and excitement for the season of Newleaf.

Brindlewhisker let out a short, nearly indubitable sigh as she soaked up the rare warmth of the day- such sunshine was a bit odd considering the fact that Leafbare had yet to relax it's hold on the forest, but she wasn't complaining. For the first time in what seemed like a lifetime, there seemed to be enough prey around to fill bellies and the snow seemed to be finally clearing, although the breeze was still quite cold. She was settled down a short distance away from Cedarfur, sprawled out on her belly with her head resting upon her paws, watching Ryepaw and Kindleblaze romp about with half-closed eyes. Her ears perked slightly at Smokepelt's words, pulled out of her dozing by her Grandfather's words.

"I don't believe we're free of Leafbare just yet," She spoke up, gazing over at Smokepelt, "I think we'll have another cold snap or two before the warm weather finally sets in." She continued, raising her head to watch her kin continue their shenanigans. Brindlewhisker felt a bit out of place due to the fact that all the other cats around seemed to have a more direct relation to Smokepelt, but she was still enjoying the fact that she was able to spend time with her Grandfather like this- ever since she had become a warrior it seemed like that there was next to no time to simply see him.  "But I'd say it's less than a moon before Newleaf finally comes." She finished, allowing her head to drop back to her paws- after scenting and seeing all the new growth as of late, it did appear that Newleaf would be early this year.

Ashstar smiled at her son, enjoying the warm sunlight on her pelt. A comfortable, lazy relaxation settled over her as she sat in the long moor grass, watching the fruits of her and Icestorm's love romp in the sunny fields. "I hope newleaf comes soon- StarClan knows this has been a hard leaf-bare for all of us," the WindClan leader agreed, smiling at her son and Brindlewhisker. Her fluffy gray tail swished lazily back and forth. It was certainly nice to see the sun again. Her spring green eyes closed and she let out a quiet purr of contentment. I wish that all life could be like this.

Quailfeather followed after Kindleblaze and Ryepaw, laughing out loud as she pretended to chase them, her large, loping gait easily encumbered to be slow enough for her brother to escape. Her gray speckled pelt soaked up the sunlight, invigorating her with fresh energy. She felt like a kit again, playing in the nursery. A mischievous glint in her blue eyes, she suddenly dashed around in the other direction, tackling her older sister to the ground. "Rawrr! I'm a big bad badger and I'm going to eat you," she growled playfully, batting at her with a sheathed paw. "There is no escape! Not unless some other cat comes to help you!"

Hazefur smiled, breathing out a soft sigh and enjoying the serenity of the little patrol. She glanced down at Brindlewhisker, who had made a comment about the weather after Smokepelt had brought it up. "You're probably right, Brindlewhisker, but I would love to believe otherwise." The pale grey and white she-cat stated, obviously not a fan of the winter months.

Turning her attention back down to their offspring, Kindleblaze had been tackled to ground by Quailfeather, then Gustpuddle had popped up to play along as well. She smiled again, seeing that Ryepaw was involving himself, for that she was happy, especially now that he and Kindleblaze were getting along nicely now.

<<>>

Furzethroat sat a few paces away, watching his siblings bounce around in the flattened grasses. He knew if he joined them he would have to take a severe amount of time cleaning his pelt of twigs and burrs, StarClan had cursed the tom with a big, thick, fluffy pelt, unlike the rest of his family who were sleek and well-groomed. He let out a huff, watching as Kindleblaze was tackled to the ground.

"Be careful!" He called out to them, always thinking of their safety, he couldn't bare to see any of his siblings hurt.

Laying next to his nephew, Cedarfur stayed quiet but listened to the conversation among cats and let out a lighthearted scoff. "If StarClan wants Newleaf to come, it will come, he chimed in, opening his eyes and turning his head towards Brindlewhisker and Ashstar with a smile. "Luckily for us, it seems that they have been keeping our well being in mind," he chuckled and looked back out to the dip in the moor where more of his family romped around, tackling each other in a playful sort of way.

With so much lying around, the tall tom's back had seemed to be getting better, although when ever he stood up or walked around it was still pretty annoying. Well, it wasn't only his back that was annoying. The fact that he barely knew who most of Smokepelt's kin irritated the older tom and he wished that he'd taken more time to get to know them, especially when they'd visited the elder's den so much as apprentices. Guess I'll have to ask him about it later, Cedarfur thought to himself, making a mental note to ask the deputy about his family when they weren't all around. For now, he needed to enjoy the day and take his mind off of the seemingly recurring clan troubles.

~~~~~~

Turning to Cedarfur who had finally said something, Smokepelt let out a soft chuckle. "I'd sure hope so," he replied to his uncle's comment about StarClan. They were definitely mysterious and although they seemed to be looking over the clans, he never quite understood why they were so secretive in their ways.

Hearing Furzethroat call out something to who he assumed was Kindleblaze, the deputy looked to his son, glad that he was so caring over his sister. "I think you should be saying that to the the others," the grey and white tom chuckled, knowing that if Kindleblaze wanted to, she could easily take down her younger siblings. Looking to his mother and catching her smile, it always brought him joy to see her happy, especially after all she'd been going through.

~~~~~~

Running after Ryepaw and making sure to keep her distance so it looked like she wouldn't be to catch up to him, Quailfeather's voice mewed something about a badger and before the warrior was able to react, her sister had jumped on top of her and the two rolled on the ground. "StarClan forbid I get eaten by badger!" she mewed mockingly, laying on her back as Quilfeather sat on top of her, a playful gleam in her eyes.

Quickly darting her head from side to side, she avoided her sister's paws, her tail lashing back and forth. Before anything else was said or done, Gustpaw, her other little sister tackled Quailfeather, a true and valiant effort. Scrambling to her feet, the grey she-cat perked her ears when Furzethroat mewed about being careful. "Oh brother, you should know me by now, careful is my middle name!" she laughed sarcastically, turning to her brother who sat on a slightly raised part of the moor few foxlengths away from her and the other active siblings. With a lash of her tail, Kindleblaze turned back to her tussling sisters and let out a yowl of amusement.

"Badger or not, you both are no match for a hungry and viscous dog!" she laughed, crouching down in a hunters crouch. Stalking forward a couple steps, Kindleblaze looked at the two she-cats who were in a heap on the ground, both little balls of fury. Attempting to mock a dog's bark, the taller, more lean warrior lept towards the two. Better get out of the way before I catch you! she wanted to warn, but kept quiet, wondering if she'd successfully catch a sister.

~~~~~~

Running as fast as his three legs and a limp leg would let him, Ryepaw ran from his older sister, his heart racing. He'd never participated in a game of chase like this, and although it was exhilarating, it was a bit nerve racking as well. What in StarClan's name would she do when she caught him? Not wanting to find out, the apprentice kept running, not daring to look back.

Fortunately for him, the sound of her pawsteps thumping against the ground ceased to exist and slowing to a stop, he turned around to see her and his other sisters tackling each other, laughing about a badger, or something like that. Well, there was no use in attempting to play with them, for he'd probably get squashed, and looking up to the older cats who sat together, he wasn't really in the mood to sit around and chat about the weather.

Breathing heavily from his recent rush of adrenaline, Ryepaw decided he'd go explore a little. It was a bit odd for him of all cats to wander off, but for the time being, he forgot about staying at Hazefur's side and let his curiosity get the better of him. Padding away from the playing she-cats who were giggling and laughing crazily, the disfigured apprentice made his way through the tall grass, wondering what he'd find.

OOC: I regret all my life choices in having four WC cats (jkjk, kinda...). Also, pls do not notice Rye leaving. Thx!

Ashstar nodded at Cedarfur's statement. "Icestorm and Lightfoot are watching over us for sure. Now only if the forest would be peaceful and give us a perfect newleaf." She smelled a light scent of wildflowers on the breeze for just a moment, and a smile touched her mouth. The warmer season was on its wat, and WindClan was well on its way to recovering. "We've had a hard leaf-bare," she murmured, almost to herself. "Between RiverClan and SkyClan, we barely made it through. But by StarClan, look how well we've grown." Her spring green eyes gazed out with happiness at her posterity. In the sunlight, she could still feel Icestorm's love and she knew he was watching.

Quailfeather laughed as Gustpuddle jumped onto her, giving a fierce growl and gently biting her scruff, as a mother would her kits. At Kindleblaze's convincing fake bark, the WindClan she-cat disentangled herself from the chaotic mass of flailing limbs and scrambled away just in time. With a laugh, the speckled gray warrior ran back around, bopped Kindleblaze lightly on the head with a sheathed paw, and ran teasingly away, blue eyes alight with happiness and playful mischievousness. She was so glad that she had such a wonderful family.

Brindlewhisker rolled onto her side as the older cats continued to chatter away over the subject of Newleaf, former Clanmates, and all sorts of things she had no input in, eyes drifting shut as the warm sun lulled her into a doze once more, the soft newleaf grass tickling her face. The sound of her younger kin playing a short distance away almost tempted her to get up and join in their little games, but the heat of the sun was much more relaxing than getting jumped on by a few overly-eager Warriors. "I can hardly handle playing games with kits, let alone cats my size." She reflected, wincing slightly at the thought of getting trampled by Gustpuddle and Quailfeather. "With the warmer weather RiverClan will be much too fat and slow to cause us anymore problems." She mumbled, left eye slitting open briefly to steal a glance at her kin before slipping shut again. " 'N SkyClan is just RiverClan's lapdog, so they'll be much to busy trying to suck up to those fish lovers to try and cause anything as well." She finished, lazily stretching her forelegs out in front of her as she spoke, stretching until they quivered.

Gustpuddle chased after Quailfeather, only to be pinned by Kindleblaze."Oh no! Furzethroat, come save me!" She mewled, her voice coated in sarcasm. She was going to yell for Quailfeather, but then remembered she was a badger. She tried to wiggle from underneath of her sisters firm paws, but to no avail. She let her body go limp, and for the few seconds that Kindleblaze relaxed, she shot from underneath her, skidding to a halt a few mouse lengths away. She ran back towards her, bowling her over with ease. She marveled at the wind rushing through her fur, and how her paws barely touched the ground when she ran."I bet this vicious dog isn't faster than me!" She giggled again, pushing a paw on Kindleblazes chest gently, but putting on a triumphant face. She had beaten the so called 'dog' once and for all. 


Gustpuddle hopped off of Kindlleblaze, allowing her to stand up again."Hows it feel to be beaten by your little sister?" She teased, clearly itching to play some more.

Furzethroat's only response was a lazy roll of the eyes as he heaved an irritated huff, [color#cc6600]"fine then, don't blame me when you get hurt..."[/color] He trailed off, watching as they all rolled around with one another. There was a small part of the young warrior that wanted to join in on the fun... but the three of them were acting like apprentices! Rolling and bouncing around the way they did. So, since the tom wanted himself to look more mature, he stood still, watching them with and occasional flick of his ears.

<<>>

Hazefur let out a slight mew of laughter at Brindlewhisker's comment, smiling at the image of fattened RiverClan cats attempting to wobble after the quick cats of WindClan. "I suppose this upcoming Newleaf has it out well for us then." She suggested, nodding slightly in agreement to the she-cat's comment from before.

Turning her attention back to her grown kits tromping in the grasses, she couldn't help but smile again. Everything seemed so serene, the weather was perfect, beautiful, she and her mate, Ashstar, Cedarfur and Brindlewhisker chatted peacfully while the younger played happily, free with worries. If only it were always like this.

Leaving behind his rambunctious sisters, Ryepaw continued to make his way through the moor, padding happily through the tall grass and embracing the wonderful silence. Of course he loved his family and their company, but having some time to himself was also nice, especially when they were acting all crazy.

Letting out a content sigh, the apprentice limped through the territory, slowly wandering farther and farther away from his family. 'I don't know why I was ever so scared of being alone in the territory, it's not all that bad!' the grey and white tom reassured himself, trying to stop himself from becoming nervous again. Opening his crooked jaw, he scented the air from any signs of company, though before he was able to concentrate on his surroundings, the sight of a small bug crawling across the ground stole his attention.

Crouching down, the apprentice stalked forward and waiting a couple seconds, pounced onto the little black beetle. Caging it under his white tipped paws, Ryepaw squinted an eye as he lifted a paw, half expecting it to turn into some giant, crazy, twoleg monster. Fortunately for him, such things like that didn't happen in this word, and when he lifted a paw, the bug was still safe and sound, quietly scuttling around in the darkness of his grasp.

Giggling, the apprentice lifted both paws and watched as the bug hurried about, running back and forth in little circles, not quite knowing what to do. "You not so vab, are boo?" he mumbled softly, memorized by the small creature and finding that in watching something smaller and weaker than him, it brought him a sense of peace. All his life, he'd always thought that he was the smallest thing to live on the moor, but this little bug proved his point.

Continuing to watch the beetle, the little insect suddenly stopped in its tracks and then dashed off before Ryepaw was able to say goodbye to his "friend." "Rate! Bon't vo!" he mewed sadly and stood up. Why had the bug just run off so quickly? Was he too scary for it? Feeling defeated and alone once more, Ryepaw hung his head low, only to get the dreaded feeling that something was coming.

Lifting his head, the apprentice titled his head and perked his ears just enough so that he noticed the faint yet growing sound of something rushing towards him. It was definitely far to big to be a cat, so what could it be? Not moving, Ryepaw stood at still as possible, but what soon came crashing though the shrubbery was what he least expected to see.

Giving a small yowl of surprise, Ryepaw stumbled backwards in an effort to back away and as soon as he was able to turn around, he ran as fast as his three legs could carry him. Behind him, three large, different colored dogs chased after him, although when he peaked over his shoulder, they didn't seem to be too focused on him at all. But in he honestly didn't care if they were running directly after him or not, for they were still behind him and that's what mattered!

As if the dogs could read his thoughts, their attention was soon on the small cat and letting out simultaneous yip and yowls of didn't pitches, they picked up their speed and advanced on the soon to be eaten cat.

No! I can't die like this! he wanted to yell. Running for his life, the stocky tom's lungs burned like they were on fire and his muscles screamed for him to stop, but he knew that if he did, he was crowfood. His limp leg floundered behind the rest of him and for a moment, he was able to feel the dog's saliva drip down onto his back as the predator practically on top of him, but luckily for him, StarClan seemed to be on his side this evening.

Giving a sudden burst of speed, he pushed his body to the limit and ran faster than he'd ever run before. Running down a small dip in the land and realizing that he was heading strait towards his family, Ryepaw let out a shrill yowl in hopes of catching their attention. "Bogs! Bogs!" he screamed. Unfortunately, the speed in which he'd somehow magically gained didn't last forever and as if his legs suddenly had no substance, the apprentice fell to the ground, leaving the dogs to fly over his small body as they dashed towards their new target, the larger group of cats.

Laying in the tall grass, Ryepaw gasped for air as he laid on his side, and wanting to puke from the lack of oxygen as he listened to the distant barks and howls of the dogs and soon, the screeches of cats became audible. 'StarClan, please protect them,' he prayed ever so desperately, closing his eyes and trying to drown out the nearby chaos. What had once been a peaceful day of family time had now turned into a fiasco of danger, and he feared for the worst.

When you are as smol/meek/weird as lil Rye bab, everything feels this big/crazy.

~~~~~~

Listening to Ashstar speak about Icestorm and Lightfoot, Smokepelt and Cedarfur looked to each other with slightly saddened gazes, but they both knew that getting caught up in memories was a great way to ruin the joyful mood and didn't say anything in reply to the leader's words.

Watching as his kits played a little ways away from them down the hill, he gave a curt nod when his mother said something about how WindClan had grown, he had to agree with that. Even with the hardships of clan tension plus Leafbare, they had still stood strong and held their ground, not letting an weakness show. I guess that's just what we're good at, the deputy thought to himself and a small smile grew on his muzzle as he reminded himself of how lucky he was to be a WindClan cat.

About to say something in reply to his granddaughter, Smokepelt shut his jaw when a mixture of strange noises sounded in the distance. Looking from Brindlewhisker and to the open moor ahead, a couple large grass dwelling birds flew up into the air in a panicked frenzy of squawks and squeals, and an ear piercing bang filled the air. Watching in confusion, one of the large birds grew limp and fell out of the sky, plummeting back down to the earth bellow. What in StarClan's name... Perking his ears and sitting up a little straighter, Smokepelt peered down the hill where he and the other cats sat, and his gaze fell upon what looked like a cat a good distance away. Narrowing his eyes, he tried to determine what the other three blobs were that followed behind the grey form, and as the four figures got even closer, with the small grey one screaming something as it ran, Smokepelt's heart practically stopped.

Racing towards him and the others was his youngest kit, Ryepaw, and behind the disfigured tom were three large dogs and slightly bulky dogs, a black, brown, and cream colored one. Although looking very exciting, they didn't exactly look like they were chasing Ryepaw for hunting purposes, but rather ran a somewhat leisurely pace, although their strides were huge, and they easily kept up with the grey and white cat. The trio of canines all had their mouths open with pink, slobbery tongues lolling out the sides, their barks and howls filled the once still air, and all of them ran after Ryepaw and strait towards the family of cats.

"Dogs!" Smokepelt yelled and jumped up from where he sat. Looking around to the group of clanmates, he realized that Kindleblaze and the others were even closer to the dogs then the older cats and panic started to ensue in the deputy's gut. "Run! Go!" he screeched, looking down to where his kits played bellow the small hill, a horrified look on his face as the dogs grew closer and closer. They could always run, but they couldn't risk leading the dogs to the camp. Nudging Cedarfur up to his feet, Smokepelt shot a glance to Ashstar, wondering what she had to say. Did she remember the last time that dogs had attacked?

Not keeping track of Cedarfur who wasn't as able bodied as he used to be, Smokepelt snapped his head around when the older tom let out a wail of pain. Not more than a couple foxlengths away, the cream colored dog had managed to snatch the elder and was tightly holding onto the faded tabby's rump. "No!" he yowled and started to run towards the dog, anger and adrenaline pumping through his veins, but before he was able to reach the two, the large beast started to thrash his uncle back and forth in jerky motions.

The cream dog used Thrash, causing 20 damage and costing 20 stamina.
Cedarfur is stunned for 1 turn.

Cedarfur:
HP: 60/80
SP: 160/160

Cream Dog:
HP: 150/150
SP: 330/350

With one last vigorous shake, the cream colored dog let the cat go, sending it flying to the ground. Licking the blood from its lips, it gave a short bark, and the brown dog who'd been sniffing around some nearby bushes ran to its side, nipping its friend's ear with excitement. With exhilarated yaps and howls, the two of them raced towards the group of cats, eyes wide, and tails wagging behind them. Apparently, they didn't know the difference between play and and being viscous, but then again, they were merely dogs and didn't really know anything.

Racing towards the new found "toys" to chase, the two dogs split up, their big paws thumping against the earth as they ran after the fleeing ground of cats. The brown dog caught site of Furzethroat and Brindlewhisker who had been near the edge of the group and decided to go after them while the cream colored dog raced after the other three grey cats.

Running right behind the fluffy grey and white tom, the brown dog snapped its jaws at Furzethroat's heals but was ever so slightly too slow and missed by an inch. Unfortunately, that didn't mean that he was going to give up the chase.

Meanwhile, the cream colored dog chased after Smokepelt, Ashstar, and Hazefur. Gaining speed, the dog caught up to the small clump of cats and giving a burst of speed, lifted a paw and quickly brought it down upon the cats not really knowing which on it hit and not really caring. Slowing to a stop, the dog crouched down in a playful manor (although the cats did not see it as playful), and let out a curt bark, jumping side to side and preparing itself to jump again.

The cream dog used Heavy Blow, causing 25 damage and costing 20 stamina.

Ashstar:
HP: 95/120
SP: 300/300

Cream Dog:
HP: 150/150
SP: 330/350

~~~~~~

Getting up from her sister's grasp, Kindleblaze let out a playful growl and turned around, trying to spot Gustpaw, but her younger sister was like a bolt of lightning. Before the warrior was able to react, the grey and white apprentice jumped on her once more and the two rolled onto the ground again.

Feeling the weight lift from her, Kindleblaze stood up and gave her pelt a shake, trying to rid it of dust from the dry ground. "This may have been the first time you've beaten me, but I'm not letting you get away with this," she mewed playfully, crouching down and lashing her tail back and forth. "The great and mighty-" she started in a triumphant tone, but was soon cut off by the strange sound of paws thumping on against the earth.

Wide eyed and fur bristling, the lean grey she-cat snapped her head up to her father just in time to catch him screeching something. Dogs? What in the world did he mean by...

Before she was able to think much of what he said, a large black figure burst through the tall grass. Unfortunately, it had been unable to see where the cats were through the grass and hadn't thought about slowing down, so it plowed right over Kindleblaze, and she let out a surprised yowl as she rolled on the ground under the dog's large paws. Skidding to a halt and turning around, the large black dog spotted the cat and let out some barks of excitement, although it's buddies kept running towards her father and older kin. That meant... "Furzethroat!" she yowled, looking to her brother as she stood up. Letting out a low bellow, the black dog was somewhat overwhelmed by the three cats that it came upon and it tail wagged back and forth. Not wasting any more time, it lunged for Kindleblaze again, and to its surprise, was able to take a blow to the she-cat, seeing that she was focused on something else.

Yowling in pain as a large paw smashed against her side, the young warrior was sent sprawling to the ground. Great StarClan, it sure packed a punch! Letting out a hiss as she laid on the ground, the warrior remembered her sisters were still here and standing up, she staggered a little bit, but managed to keep her balance.

"Get out of here, run!" she screamed, looking to Quailfeather and Gustpuddle, and then turning back to the dog who looked like it was ready to attack again. If there was any creature with four legs that never gave up, it was definitively dogs, and by the looks of things, she could already tell she had her work cut out for her. 'Hopefully no one else will get hurt.'

Catching her breath and meeting the dog's crazed, black eyes, Kindleblaze arched her back and extended her claws. 'Oh StarClan, give me strength,' she prayed, wanting to make her sisters proud and protect her family, no matter what the cost.

The black dog used Heavy Blow, causing 25 damage and costing 20 stamina.

Kindleblaze:
HP: 20/45
SP: 160/160

Black Dog:
HP: 150/150
SP: 330/350

~~~

OOC: //yells: "Release the hounds!"

Alright folks, have at it. But first, a few words of advice:
1. Your characters can get what ever injuries they wants, but I don't think every cat getting injured would be wise, and there are There are 3 dogs and 10 cats, so talk amongst yourselves to determine who does what and such ((Besides Cedar and maybe Kindle) my cats and ZakoBlue's probably won't get hurt too badly)
2. I will be controlling the dogs and you're welcome to fight back/use the battle system, but we are not fully K.O.'ing them, only get their HP low enough for them to flee. Also, I will only have the dogs use the battle system on cats above the rank apprentice (so excluding Rye), because they would get K.O.'ed in one blow, but anyone can use the system against the dogs.

Have fun! if you have an questions, comments, or concerns, pls pm me or your fellow plot participants.

The member 'Ice' has done the following action : Dices roll

---

'Effect Dice' : 1

Brindlewhisker continued to doze as the older cats furthered their little chat, droning on and on about the weather and other things, the heat lulling her into a deeper sleep. It seemed as if all the troubles that had currently been facing WindClan and all those kin to Smokepelt and Ashstar had finally been put on pause, giving the little clan a much-needed break from it all. And that's when she heard the noise- a sharp bang, faint eager barking and terrified calls blurring together in an odd animistic noise. Brindlewhisker raised her head to gaze at Smokepelt in confusion, watching as the Deputy's head snapped towards the noise that seemed to grow louder and louder. Following his line of sight, she narrowed her gaze at the blurry, streaking shapes that were hurriedly closing ground between them- was that Ryepaw leading them?! Suddenly Smokepelt was on his paws and yowling, and all hell  seemed to break loose within heartbeats.

Frantically scrambling to her feet, she rolled out of the way of the floundering dogs, narrowly avoiding having her tail and other extremities tramped by the bounding beasts. Dropping low into the grass, Brindlewhisker pressed her belly against the ground, watching with wide eyes as the drooling Brown Dog came hurtling in the direction of Furzethroat and herself. Out of the corner of her eye, she was able to spot the Cream Dog snatch up Cedarfur in its powerful jowls. Panic fluttered desperately within her chest like a trapped bird- it seemed as if every cat had their paws filled with a dog! 'What were they supposed to do? Surely if they all fled in a panic like this, they would leave a trail of terror right up to the camp that all the dogs could easily follow!' She continued to watch with wide, slightly stunned eyes as everything dissolved into further chaos, although glimpsing at how close the Brown Dog was to at snapping up Furzethroat, she was quickly pulled away from her briefly stunned trance.

Brindlewhisker let out a loud screech, her panicked call aimed to gain the attention of the Brown Dog, before charging forward, thick pale fur bushed out in a futile attempt to make herself look larger. Racing forward and quickly closing the yawning distance between herself and the Dog, she launched herself forward at the larger creature, claws outstretched and teeth bared. Slamming face-first into the creature's stinking, hard-muscled chest with such force that it jarred her bones and knocked the breath from her lungs, she quickly and blindly lashed out with tooth and claw, aiming to scare off the brute. Breaking free of the dog and staggering away, she quickly broke into a frantic jog, aiming to lead the Dog that was after her and Furzethroat further away from camp- hoping greatly that it would be more interested in chasing them than going after any other cats. "C'mon you drooling witless brute! Over here!" Brindlewhisker yowled, stopping to frantically check if the dog had abandoned the chase or not.


Brindlewhisker used Whirlwind Rush Dealing -10 In Damage, Costing -15 In Stamina.

Brindlewhisker
45/45 (HP)
145/160 (SP)

Brown Dog
139/150 (HP)
350/350 (SP)

Ashstar smiled at her son, ready to drift off into sleep, warmed by the newleaf sun.... But then everything changed when the fire nation attacked when Smokepelt let out a panicked yowl. Dogs?! Oh, StarClan, not again! The WindClan she-cat scrambled onto her feet, looking around wildly. Three dogs charged towards them, flecking slobber behind them, barking loudly. This is just as bad as last time! Oh, great StarClan, save us all. The leader of WindClan turned tail and ran a few paces before stopping abruptly.

What in StarClan's name was she doing? She was the leader of WindClan, and the matriarch of this family group. She needed to protect her family- her Clanmates! Ryepaw... Where is he?! "Smokepelt, go find Ryepaw!" she yowled, turning to face the massive dog that chased them. "I'll hold it off!" A snarl curled her lips. This creature would dare hurt her family? "You want a fight? Well, you've found one!" With a battle cry, the gray she-cat launched herself at the cream dog that was attacking her brother-in-law, Cedarfur. It got a blow in before Ashstar slashed at its face.

Ashstar used Rear-up-to-Slash on Cream Dog. -20 HP, -15 SP

Ashstar:
HP: 95/120
SP: 285/300

Cream Dog:
HP: 130/150
SP: 330/350

Quailfeather laughed as Gustpuddle and Kindleblaze tussled, but let out a sharp gasp as dogs ran into their camp. Their fun games were over now. She turned around quickly, ready to run around and help whoever needed it. Where was the rest of her family? The young warrior panicked slightly, looking every which way. Casting her eyes around, she saw her older sister, Kindleblaze, fighting off a big black dog. Seeing her sister being attacked infuriated her and she ran at the monstrous brute, bowling into its side. "Keep your paws off of her!"

Quailfeather used Whirlwind Rush on Black Dog. -17 HP, -15 SP

Quailfeather:
45/45 HP
145/160 SP

Black Dog:
150/150 HP
330/350 SP

Gustpuddle ducked from what would have been a soft blow from Kindleblaze, but yelps began to come from every side of her. She turned around to see several dogs racing towards them, no mercy looked like it would be shown. Well if we go back to camp, they'll follow us! She ran a good ways away, turning around when she reached a good distance. Then, she realized she couldn't find Cedarfur. She looked around frantically, her heart racing. She spotted the tall elder lying in the grass, a deep expression of pain on his face. She rushed towards him, pushing her shoulder underneath him to help him up. Once the tom was up and standing, she assisted him to the side, hoping he would be able to recover rather quickly, and possibly, help out the rest of the family.

When she was finished, she located Quailfeather, who was battling the Black Dog. She ran up towards the bulky dog, skidding to a halt right in front of it. She reared up on her hind legs, kicking it square in the face."I bet this will give you a scar to remember!" She turned back around, clawing it in the face once more. Blood dripped from its face, and she began to feel bad. No! A true warrior fights for her clan! She backed up a little, preparing her muscles for the dogs attack.


Gustpuddle used Back Kick and Swift Strike, causing 13 damage and using up 25 SP.


Gustpuddle:
40/40 HP
95/120 SP

Black Dog:
137/150 HP
317/350 SP