July's Gathering 2017

"And what evidence is this that you speak of Ashstar? All you have is timing! You have no proof other wise! Maybe your Starclan is punishing you!" The thunderclan warrior growled with clenched teeth. She appreciated Shrikepaw's encouragement, but she didn't think it was enough. She knew it wasn't true, she prayed it wasn't true. Stoneteller wouldn't do this to people that took care of them right? Why would he have a need to? Why couldn't they see the truth? This wasn't their fault.

Amber eyes flicked to the ground as Shadowleaf stood hopeless. She didn't know what else she could do. She was the outsider.. no one would believe her, probably not even the leader she came to trust so much.. Blizzardstar was even skeptical of the tribe... What would happen to her place in Thunderclan then?

Amber eyes widened as the ground became foggier. What was once green beneath their paws was slowly turning white.

The air was dropping in temperature as the mist rolled in from all around the clan cats. Frost touching the grass where it had once been slowly moving, but it's destination was clear. It was heading for the great rock.

Slow turned into fast as it rolled up the stone and to the leaders, blocking their vision from the rest. A small laugh could be heard among the mist, and what appeared to be amber eyes peered out. Only for second could the amber eyes be seen by the leaders before it lashed out. First the Mist lashed out at Fishstar. A hefty blow to the side of the she-cats head followed by a rough shove sending the old gray leader tumbling off the rock, and down to the ground below.

Amber eyes appeared once again followed by a low cackle as it turned to Leopardstar. The swirling mist, seemed to duck under the Shadowclan leader before launching itself upwards tossing the Shadowclan leader off the rock as well.

Then came Ashstar. The mist shimmered somewhat in the moonlight, the shimmer lashed out against the Windclan leader, leaving a deep claw mark against the Windclan leader's face. The mist shifted quickly, and what felt like back legs came into contact with Ashstar sending her off the Great rock leaving only Blizzardstar and Rippedsky left.

The mist shifted quickly ready to strike against the Thunderclan leader.

"No!" Leafstorm screeched as the mist quickly rolled into Fourtrees, shrouding everything in white and hiding the leaders from view. He jumped to his feet and began clawing through the thick substance, trying and failing to get past it. This mist had taken all that he loved- he couldn't let it take the forest's leaders. He would rather die then let it harm the forest more than it already had.


Flowerpetal's eyes widened and she rushed to Fishstar's side, trying to get the leader to her feet desperately. She looked around wildly for help- someone, anyone!


Rowantalon hissed and struck a defensive stance, blocking as many cats as he could from the mist. He swung his head back and forth, looking around for other cats who were stepping forward to help.

Cloudstone stood in alarm, his dark pelt on-end both out of fear and the sudden cold the Mist brought. His eyes widened as three of the leaders were launched off of the Great Rock and into the crowd below. The medicine cat pushed forward and almost pushed Flowerpetal over in order to reach Fishstar. He couldn't think straight. What was happening? The fact that he couldn't see his own paws was unnerving, he felt faint. His voice shook as he called to the other medicine cats, "Don't just stand there!" The tom's gaze flitted to Stoneteller. Surely the Tribe hadn't brought this here intentionally?

"H-Have-" A shiver went down his spine. "Have you seen this before? Did some of your Tribe disappear on your journey, as our Clanmates have now?" The laughing of the Mist brought back awful memories. When the sky held no stars and StarClan could not speak. His wide eyes fixated on the full moon high above, waiting to see what StarClan would do. If they could do anything.

Nectarleap´s eyes widened in surprise and horror when the mist came rolling in. He had heard stories about this, they were all horrible. This was something that was dangerous, and now it had attacked them during a time of peace. The fog was too thick for him to see the leaders, so the young warrior had no idea that they were in trouble. The one thought in his mind surprised him. Protect Sootpaw. He had told her about this and she had been scared, and now it was his duty as a mentor to protect her from it. He remembered her being by his side, but now his scent and sight was blocked. However, she had been at his side right before the mist came, so she must still be there.
"Sootpaw, don't worry. I'll protect you," he reassured, though he had no idea how he would. The mist was impossible to fight, so he couldn't do that, but somehow helping his apprentice made him less scared.
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Shrewpaw was surprised, but pleased, when the mist appeared. He had just been hoping for a chance to attack it, and here that was. Fur bristled and claws unsheathed, the brown apprentice snarled viciously. He swung his claws at the strange fog, his blows meeting cold and dense, yet still empty air. However he kept attacking determined to get its attention.
"Where's Reedpaw? Let him go you evil mist!" he cried out angrily, still swinging wild blows. He hissed, wondering how to get its attention. It seemed to have attacked when the leaders yelled at the tribe, so doing that would make it notice him. "Come face me, you cowardly mist! You're even worse than that awful tribe you stupidly protect, and that's saying a lot!"

Bubblemist shot an alarmed expression at Slatethroat and jumped to her feet. "Slatethroat! What do we do?" She meowed flicking her large fluffy tail.


Daylight hissed and leaped to his paws. His mother is up there!! He needed to get to her!


Copperpaw shot Lizardtail a horrified glance and ran over to Leopardstar. "Leopardstar! Are you ok?" She meowed horrified as she helped her leader up.


Goldenpaw ran over to stand by his mothers side giving her a panicked look. "Where's Ashstar!!" He meowed horrified.

Leopardclaw watched, panic glistening in his hazel eyes, as the Mist crept quickly towards the great rock, hearing the sounds of violence and the crunch of grass as the leaders one-by-one were knocked down.  The golden deputy's chest heaved as his gaze darted around the rock above him, now blanketed in a thick covering of the mysterious fog.  Not again....not again!  It can't take the leaders, I won't let it!  Growling, Leopardclaw tried in vain to see some sort of physical entity to swipe at, but no such thing could be seen from his point of view.  Digging his claws into the earth, in the end the only thing the large tom could do was yowl; "Blizzardstar!  Can you hear me?  Are you okay?!"

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Laurelpaw gasped when the mist started advancing across the clearing, masking the rest of the cats from her sight. Head swiveling frantically she called out for anyone she could think of; "Necterleap! Mom, Dad! What's happening?!" and tried her best to wade through the fog in the direction she had last seen her clanmates. She bumped into a few cats, but she ran away before she could see who they were, scared it would be some haunting ghost cat, or something of that nature. Totally lost and very scared, Laurelpaw did something she hadn't done since she was a kit - with a small whimper she felt her eyes begin to water.

Birdpaw watched in horror as fourtrees was fully shrouded in the mist. It blocked the leaders from view. She ran to her mother's side and looked behind her to see if her sister was following. "M-Mother...what's t-the mist doing?!" She asked with her voice shaking.
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Swiftpaw went in front of Emberpaw and made sure nothing happened to her. He blocked her from all harm. "Get away y-you monster!!!!!" He shouted at the mist.

Storm that Lights the Clouds had been ready to barely listen to the leaders talk and groan about what was going on among their Clans but froze when a few word stuck out among it all. 'A mysterious mist.' His eyes snapped up to the strange new cat that stood among the rocks, blinking as he took in the words. 'Avoid it at all cost...Freezing her to death...' What? But...It had saved SkyClan. And he had stumbled across it on his own with little trouble! He had thought...He had thought it was a simple thing of the forest he had yet to understand.

His mind was caught in the tangled mess of trying to form some sort of understanding of it all as the other leaders spoke of the mist taking their own cats as well. He mumbled faint theories to himself until Fishstar spoke up again. His eyes didn't shoot up toward the leader - no, instead his vision focused on the cat she had called out to. Stoneteller. A single word echoed in his mind. 'Deal.' The Mist had referred to a deal between the two. He hadn't understood what it had meant. He...He had figured it was a deal between the Mist and SkyClan after all it had saved them from the fire but...

No, Stoneteller couldn't be behind it...Stoneteller was a good cat and...How could he be behind something like...Like this? He wanted to call out, to defend his leader but the words didn't come from his throat. Instead he sat there, feeling more alone then ever as he struggled to understand the idea that this mist had taken and killed so many cats but yet had left him alone with no trouble. What...What was going on? He listened as the leaders turned on the healer, recognizing the sound of one of his ex-tribe mates attempting to defend Stoneteller but Storm had no voice as he stood there, shell shocked at the turn of events. He wanted to throw his voice out with Shadowleaf but his voice failed him as he sat there, anger rising in his stomach at the idea that they would so coldly threaten Stoneteller like that. He wasn't behind it, Storm was certain!

But then he heard a gasp as the air turned cold in a familiar way, his fur prickling as all the air escaped from his lungs. The Mist, it was here. His gaze fell to his paws as the cold wisps of fog slithered past him toward the leaders, his eyes growing wide as he finally found the strength to move. He jumped to his paws, stumbling backwards as the warning of the leaders rang in his ears. His gaze snapped up as the leaders were hidden from sight, an familiar amber gaze from his last meeting with the Mist flickering within.

His gaze snapped to where Stoneteller was sitting at the base of the rock, his eyes searching for any glimpse of what truly was going on as the cats around him burst into panic. "What is going on?" he wailed, hoping that his Healer would truly have an answer.

Mottleheart fumed softly where he sat, his tail curled around his paws as the Gathering started and each leader started to share the tale of the Mist. His fur stood on edge as his blood boiled, a rage rising in his chest over the events that had taken his daughter. There was some comfort in knowing that the other Clans were targeted as well but it did little to sooth the flames that threaten to rise in his chest. But he held his tongue as he sat there, his claws digging into the ground beneath him.

Then Fishstar questioned Stoneteller. The warrior's eyes snapped up at that, narrowing as he stared at the outsider that SkyClan had so easily taken in. As the cats spoke back and forth, a soft hiss escaped from Mottleheart's throat. He never was fond of outsiders - you could never be certain of their loyalty even if they did share warrior blood. As the leaders started to bicker with the 'Healer', with one or two cats among the crowd attempting to defend him, Mottleheart simply allowed his mind to wander. All what they were making was sense, the timing was to...Suspicious. He almost opened his mouth to speak when panic started around him.

His mouth closed as he gaze flickered around curiosity only to freeze as a chill ran up his spine. No. The blood drained from his face as he saw the familiar fog that had taken his daughter creep along the ground. "No!" he gasped as he recognized where it was going, on his paws in an instance as it pushed past him and started to surround and cover the great rock.

"Ashstar!" he called out as the first figure fell from the rock - Fishstar.

He darted forward, sliding between cats as he fought his way toward the front as a second cat fell - Leopardstar.

Finally, he reached the rock just in time to see Ashstar appear from the mist, having been thrown. His breath caught as he spotted the crimson of blood as he darted for his fallen leader. "Ashstar! Ashstar are you alright?" he almost sobbed. He had already lost his daughter, he couldn't lose his leader too.


Will maybe finish later but Lionspark might be having a panic attack while Larksong, Smokestripe and Amberpelt are rushing toward their fallen leaders in panic and fear.

Badgerstorm's eyes widened. A mist? But this wasn't just a mist, it was the mist! He heard about this dangerous mist before back in camp when he was an apprentice. Badgerstorm never saw this weird phenomenon before. He almost believed that the cats were going crazy and that it's just a hallucination. StarClan knows what's messing with them. He unsympathetically thought that the cats who were taken away by the mist weren't strong enough, or they were simply lost. Whatever it is, he'd show the mist who's boss whenever the opportunity rises.

As if on queue, the mist began to envelope his paws and made its way to the Great Rock. He yowled in fear as Leopardstar and the other leaders were knocked off. Were his eyes deceiving him? Is the mist entirely true? Badgerstorm unsheathed his claws and glared at the mist with defensive eyes. The tom met Rowantalon, a ShadowClan warrior he was thoroughly familiar with, and stepped up by his side. He wouldn't let the mist take control, especially during the full moon where all of StarClan is watching. In fact, Where is StarClan?

A low, discontented growl was boiling in Brindlewhisker's throat as she watched the Gathering collapse into a chaotic flurry of questions, insults, and accusations. Regular Clan politics were confusing enough for her, but to try to make sense of this bitter argument was giving her a headache. The Mist was helping the Tribe yet it was harming the Clans? What was she supposed to believe? She fixed Shadowleaf with a disbelieving glare- 'maybe your StarClan is punishing you'? Perhaps Shadowleaf was right, maybe StarClan was punishing them for allowing the Tribe here! They had been nothing short of a pain in everyone's side since their arrival. She could feel her skin heat with indignation beneath her fur at the way that Blizzardstar was so willing to leap to leap to the outsider's defenses, but a new, more intimidating presence caught her attention before she could join Ashstar in the ensuing argument.

The Mist.

As the Mist fell upon the Great Rock, Brindlewhisker felt incredibly cold and small as the seemingly malevolent force wreathed its way closer. Crouching lower, the WindClan Deputy let out a short hiss of confusion and distress as she tried to keep track of its movements. Her eyes were as wide as the full moon above them as the Mist lashed out at Fishstar and threw Leopardstar before finally turning its apparent wrath upon Ashstar. "Ashstar!" Brindlewhisker yowled, voice shrill with fear, watching as her Leader was promptly kicked from the Great Rock. How...how was that possible? The Deputy was on her paws in a heartbeat, fur bristling from both fear and the cold, prepared to plunge after Mottleheart to find where Ashstar had landed when Goldenpaw's soft, tentative words made her whip around. "Stay back- go find your brother." She ordered, eyes wide with the hope that her son would listen to her warning, before darting away.

Despite the fact that Brindlewhisker could hardly hear Mottleheart's voice over the commotion unfolding around them, she could easily hear the fear in panic in her close friend's words as she halted beside the pair. Her fur began to bristle even more as she caught sight of the wound that inflicted upon Ashstar's face a mere moments before she had been tossed like a mouse. How was that possible? How was any of this possible?! Where was StarClan and why were they allowing this to happen?! "Ashstar? Are you alright?" Brindlewhisker finally forced herself to squawk out the raspy question, her voice uneven with a hardly coherent mixture of emotions. "Should I fetch Sagepaw?"

Flamestrike nodded eagerly as Barkpaw replied, ready to correct him with the true nature of their relationship. But the gathering had begun. He quickly closed his mouth and settled down next to Bear's son. The leaders launched into the usual news. However, something caught his attention. Missing cats. The warrior glanced around to find his sons as if they would have evaporated in the past couple moments. Both were in the last places he had seen them. A soft sigh of relief came from the tom's maw. His green eyes darted up to the great rock. It was clear that there was confusion from every clan about this strange occurrence that seemed to plague them all. His tail twitched as his stomach knotted uncomfortably.

Before he knew it, Stoneteller was speaking up from the ground. Fishstar had questioned the tribe leader and every seemed to hold their breath as they waited for a response. Flamestrike stared at the tribe leader as he admitted the mist seemed to be protecting them. The Shadowclan warrior had never really thought much about the tribe cats; they were not his or his clan's problem. However, now there seemed to be something going on. An aggravated his escaped his maw as he stared at the brown tom. This group seemed to be causing problems for his clan, which made it his problem now too. He waited silently for them to finish speaking. Before the leaders could come to any sort of conclusion, the Thunderclan tribe cat was yowling at them. And then all hell broke loose. A shiver ran down his spine, both from the mist and sense of foreboding. Making sure Barkpaw was okay next to him, Flamestrike searched around wildly for his kits and mate.

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Rippedsky didn't have a chance to speak as the chaos began around him. One minute, they were sharing news as normal, the next Stoneteller was sharing that the mist was here to protect the tribe. A brief surge of anger knotted in his stomach, but he swallowed it with the thought that the tribe did not mean to bring this onto the clans. Instantly, the other leaders were yowling at Stoneteller, demanding answer. But Rippedsky didn't think there would be any. He stood there calmly, waiting for things to calm down. He didn't want to interject, nor was there any real chance to do so. His blue eyes swan with a variety of emotions. As he was thinking through everything, the tom''s head finally snapped up. There it was, right in front of them. The mist.

It made it's way towards the rock and he flinched in anticipation as the chill hit him. But nothing happened. All the others on the great rock were thrown aside, leaving only him and Blizzardstar left. Fighting away all of the confusion and dread that immediately hit him, the deputy looked around for his kits, barely able to make anything out. His mind raced with some solution. Whatever this... thing was, it was here for them. It was here for something. The black and white tom stood up straight despite the creeping fear. He couldn't see much of anything but he could still feel the presence of all of the cats around him. What am I supposed to do? Rippedsky felt powerless underneath the pressure of the unknown. After a moment, he finally called out, "Stoneteller! We need to end this! Please, ask it to leave!" He couldn't do anything, but maybe, just maybe, the tribe leader could.

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Coyotepaw watched in horror. Wtf was this clan place.

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Sagepaw was not shocked when Stoneteller finally spoke up. He did know something. Although, from what the medicine cat could tell, he did not appear to have all the answer. A feeling of dread quickly overwhelmed her as the fighting began. Starclan would not be happy with all this. But according to what Ashstar said, they didn't seem to know what was happening either. She crept closer to the base of the great rock as if seeking some sort of comfort their. Her eyes never left the leaders as they quarreled. The strange sense of foreboding grew worse as a strange sensation caused her pelt to prickle. The cold mist crept past her and onto the rock. Within moments, the majority of the leaders were kicked from the rock. What in Starclan's name is happening? She thought as Rippedsky's yowl hit her ears.

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Slatethroat snarled at the mist because he's a tough guy. Then, he ran off to find his underaged girlfriend-apprentice.

Blizzardstar was thrown aback by the sudden negative reaction of the other leaders who immediately started to hiss and yell at Stoneteller. While she understood completely the reason behind their actions, she had already experienced firsthand what that kind of accusations could cause. Plus, with tension levels raising like this she started to sincerely fear that one of the leaders standing with her or one of the cats below would forget about the peace that should reign over the clans during gatherings and attack him or any other tribe cat.

Before she could try to come up with something to calm down the other leaders even if just enough to not risk a potential fight the voice of Shadowleaf was heard over the commotion, causing her to turn her head from the former tribe healer to her. She could see the indignation and despair on her gaze, causing her to immediately feel guilty for joining the leaders on their accusations towards the cat she once called leader and probably a close friend. She would need to have a couple words with her later on so she could understand the reason behind her actions instead of thinking she was now against the former tribe cats…and probably be on the lookout, as probably there would be at least one or two cats within the clan that would turn against her after the word of the mist that was causing so much pain to the clan was protecting the tribe and consequently her got out.

She was caught on that train of thought when everything around her turned white and the temperature plummeted. It took her only a couple seconds to understand what was going on and the realization caused her whole fur to stand on end. The laugh caused her heart to start beating faster and as soon as she saw the eyes she couldn’t help but wonder if she was in the middle of an awful nightmare. She was completely still as she looked at the mist that she had been so scared of for the past moon, but as soon as it attacked Fishstar she finally snapped out from her shocked state, causing her to look to the spot that the RiverClan leader once occupied.

Fishstar was no longer at her side.

She quickly started to think, what should she do in this situation? Her own warriors had told her about how dangerous this mist was, and how she was even supposed to fight something like this? She had no idea if attacking this kind of thing was even possible, if her claws would come in contact with something besides the freezing mist that was around her, but…she saw those eyes…there was definitely someone or something inside that mist…

Leopardstar was thrown off the rock with ease.

Could that mean that she had a chance? She doubted it, but maybe, just maybe, she could get some kind of answer from this mysterious being. Anything would be useful at this point, even the smallest clue on how to save her clan, the forest, and retrieve all those cats who had been taken away from their homes. And even if it didn’t, maybe she could buy herself some time before the mist managed to hit her as well, understand it somewhat better, get an actual change to fid a way to stop it if words didn’t work.

With a shimmer and the scent of blood, Ashstar was tossed off the rock.

She unsheathed her claws and glared at the mist with challenging eyes, all her fear gone and replaced with determination and a courage she didn’t even knew she had “What is it that you want?! Why you keep taking away our family and friends?! Why you keep attacking the clans?!” As soon as she was done yowling her questions she noticed the turn the mist took…now it was aiming for her. Without thinking it twice, she moved as quickly as possible in an attempt to evade the mist’s wrath even if just temporarily, knowing that attacking back in with the huge disadvantage she had at the time could only end up with her getting thrown off the rock as well if not worse. She ignored Rippedsky’s plead to Stoneteller, her eyes still focused on the amber ones shinning within the mist “I know you’re in there! I can see your eyes, hear our laughter and I saw your claws! Stop your attacks! Show yourself and speak to us! I know you can!”.

Dandeliondapple rushed over to Lionpaw, horrified at the accusations made against the Tribe. She opened her mouth to speak when a mist-- no, the Mist rolled in. She turned her head to the Great Rock just in time to see three leaders thrown off of it like unwanted prey. Leaders! she thought. Even leaders are being attacked by this mist! For the first time since Rippedsky had trained her to overcome her fear, she was afraid. She felt like a little kit, mentally shrinking. The world was all clouded in fog. She couldn't see. She began to breathe excessively. "L-Lionpaw! It's the mist!" she said, leaning into him for support.

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Dawnpaw rushed through the crowd to find Goldenpaw. He pushed several cats aside to look for his brother. "Goldenpaw!"

"Fishstar!" Ivyfall yowled in vain as the mist swallowed up the leader, then tossing her out onto the forest floor. No, this had to be some sort of mistake, the Gathering was a sacred place, this was all too similar to That Dark Night all those moons ago. The deputy couldn't help but be frozen in fear, mind flashing back to another she-cat that had been once on the rock and died. Her mind dragged her into the memory, the metallic blood spraying the air as kin fought kin.

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Swoop of Fierce Doves was the opposite of the unravelling deputy, she watched calmly as the mist tossed leaders about, left, right and centre. This was not her tribe's battle, if the Mist was to punish the clans for their callousness to the tribe's plight, what was their own fault. Instead, she turned to Stoneteller for orders, what now? He wasn't like these false leaders, weak cats who'd never faced a long winter.

Pigeonpaw had been having a nice chat with the golden she-cat next to him for most of the time. Even though he still had trouble speaking Lionspark patiently waited for him to finish his thoughts. Everything seemed to be going perfectly well. It was calm and quiet, the only sounds were the murmurs of cats and a nearby stridulation of crickets chirping. No fights disputed and everyone seemed to be getting along. Suddenly, he heard some agitated yowling coming from the big rock all the leaders sat on, but he couldn't pivot his folded ears to hear. So instead of trying to listen in, he turned his attention to the outer borders of the Fourtrees and watched the woods, moors, and rivers flow through the night. It was pretty, he decided. Trees stood in full bloom, grass grew long and wavy, and prey animals of all types scurried around in the darkness. Pigeonpaw closed his moon-yellow eyes for a moment, but when he opened them all the animals had seemed to run away back into their dens and a heavy fog... mist thing was closing in from all sides.

Wait. Mist?


Before Pigeonpaw could ask it quickly closed in and blanketed the ground. He let out a sharp cry of fear. The gray tom had certainly heard stories about the Mist. Mottleheart himself, the brown and white tom he knew as his mentor had his kit Raccoonfang taken away. He tried to shout out a warning but cold fog flooded his mouth as soon as he opened it and seemed to suffocate him from the inside, stealing all the air in his lungs and filling it with harsh, cold fog, colder than the worst leaf-bare. He fell to the ground from the shock and cold, harsh coughs ringing in the air as he tried to get air. But no matter how hard he tried the warm, fresh Greenleaf air was replaced with an icy blanket. Pigeonpaw simply gave up and tried to breathe as little as possible, and that seemed to work.

Now with one problem out of the way he had to deal with the other. When Pigeonpaw opened his eyes all he could see was gray. The monstrous... thing had completely enveloped the area. He can't see Lionspark next to him, he can't see the tree tops, he can't see the stars. The clan taught him Starclan were the constellations in the sky and that they always look over him, so this fact disturbed him the most. Was this what it felt like to be blind?

Luckily- or unluckily- after several moments looking around blindly, he found a faint shadow of the Great Rock, just in time to see what looked like the Riverclan leader flung off with ease.

Then another leader, Shadowclan, possibly, since her silhouette didn't look like the Skyclan leader's short furred and skinny or Ashstar's one, was sent tumbling to the ground.

And then- he knew this time it was Ashstar- another kicked off without difficulting.

He was frozen with shock for most of the time but the sight of his own leader on the ground brought him back to reality. Without any thought, he stumbled towards the leaders and the Mist. It was hard, though. In the fog, he was limited to seeing only things right in front of his face, and the frequently tripped over roots and cat's paws and tails, but he kept on going. He didn't know what he was going to do, just try to distract it or... something. At this moment it didn't matter.

He knew he reached his destination when his whiskers brushed on hard rock and he looked up. Sure enough in front of him was the shadow of the large boulder, with a thick swirling funnel of fog surrounding the remaining two leaders, obscuring them from his view. He immediately yelled out, as loud and as clear as he possibly can with only half a lower jaw. The words didn't plan to come out, they just did. "Hey, you big fat ugly.... mist thing! I bet why you only attack under fog is because you're too scared to show us your ugly face!" he taunted, rearing up on to his hind legs and slashing the air with his claws. "If you want to prove your this 'all powerful monster' then come down here and fight me... fight me yourself!" It was the clearest sentence he spoke after his injury, but he kept all of his attention focused on the rock in case it made a move. He didn't care if that was his last sentence, because if he was going down he wanted to do down with the monster under his claws.