[closed] Another day(falcon and fire n deathblood)

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Early morning. Something very familiar to these cats. Something stung the air, something, other then frost. It has been only two full moons from the raid, and the full take over of the clans. Hostile tension clung to the like a dark blanket. A dark, evil thing standing beside every cat ever stepping into the clearing. Eyes sunkin in, and shadowed behind them.

A pair of familiar eyes appeard. No sleep, just sheer pain every heart beat. Just a ghost, with glowing red eyes.

The same face that has been with the clan, its seems, as long a time its self. Blazzingblood. He pokes through the shrouded mist silently from the entrance like he would a curtain. Pauseing only a moment, he let his head drop low to analize the clearing, searching for any signs of life. He was still alone. Skirting the edge of the clearing, he rounded a half circle to a little shadowed rock on the very far side of the clearing. He let out a short growl, alomost like a purr, signaling a small figure to enter behind him. Silently, the small siloet enter the warriors den to retrive something. As soon as she entered she left and bounded out and over to Blazzingblood as silently as before. The red tom glanced at her under his brow, and she whispered reasureingly, "They are comeing". The white and black dappled she-cat blinked slowly and let her amber eyes burn.

[× Vulture ×]

A muscular figure crouched alone, hidden in a corner draped in dawn shadows. Falcon's glinting yellow eyes caught the emerging sunlight for a mere moment; he quickly jerked his gaze away. He had felt the warm, golden rays cradling his face delicately and had known that he should've been seeing gleaming light. But he hadn't seen any traces of it -- for he couldn't see anything. Falcon's blind view was only black, barren of life. However, he'd been stuck with this disability long enough to grow accustomed to it; he'd mastered his hearing and sense of smell, things not used nearly as often before, and learned to make keen observations about his surroundings by using only those two. For instance, as he tilted his head backwards to scent the air, concentrating on the things his nose and mouth took in, he noticed two other cats in the small RogueClan camp.

The first was his friend Blazzingblood. The second was a she-cat he didn't recognize. Curiosity tugging at his pelt, he rose to his paws and meandered towards the direction of his Clanmates' scent. Sitting down nonchalantly, he nodded his head in polite greeting.

"Morning," he meowed deeply. "Who's your friend, Blazzingblood?" A smirk upturned the ends of his maw. "I apologize for not remembering your name. Lacking the ability to see you may have something to do with it." His tail curled in amusement. At least he could laugh at his own flaw.

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Blazzingblood nodded to His old friend, then suddenly glanced up to see Falcon coming. Respectfully he rose up, and dipped his head to his old friend. A sharp pain raked his back, commanding him to sit down. Ghosted was he, abandoned from the mercey of StarClan. He was. "Morning." Falcon mrrowed deeply, "Who is you friend, Blazzingblood?" The blind warrior then turned to the she-cat, and softly said, "I apologize for not remembering your name; lacking the ability to see you may have something to do with it." Falcon curled his tail in amusement, most likely feeling that he could laugh at being blind. Blazzingblood let his eyes grow round with envy for a breif moment, thinking how lucky he was to laugh at his pain - though emotional, it was hard... Blazze could not laugh at it. He has not even laughed for countless moons. The last time he could remeber, was when he was young, and was with Swifttail, "You've never met her. Swifttail-" Swiftal leaned and licked Falcons ear in greeting, "Salutaions Falcon, Blazzeingblood has told me plenty."
Blazzingblood snapped back so that Falcon did not see, and swiftly glanced over to see if Fireblood was comeing.

[× Vulture ×]

There was a brief moment of silence, which wouldn't have felt like forever if Falcon could see what was happening right in front of him. "You've never met her," Blazzingblood suddenly explained.

Confusion washed over him. However, it quickly faded into tense disapproval. Why would his friend bring an unfamiliar cat into RogueClan's camp?

"Swifttail --"

He jumped, his face instantly growing hot with embarrassment, as the she-cat suddenly bent towards him and swiped her tongue across his ear.

"Salutations Falcon, Blazzingblood has told me plenty," she greeted.

Several times his maw opened, only to close again. He didn't know what to say to a cat whom he'd never met previously. "Uh...w-well, welcome Swifttail," he finally faltered. Smiling in a friendly manner, he padded to Blazzingblood's side and fixed his friend with a hard glare from his scratched eyes. "What are you doing?" he murmured harshly. "You can't just bring strange cats here." He didn't want to offend Blazzingblood, but his immediate uneasiness with Swifttail imprinted the words "unwelcome stranger" in his instincts.

[[Ack, bad post. Sorry.]]

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Blazzingblood reflexed back into a sitting position. Where is Fireblood? Deathblood? He pondered. Impasionts washed over him. The sooner they wake, the better. This was imparitive. Blazzingbloods heart started to race, and crawled up his through and started thudding in his ears. This was an uncontrollable reaction, w-what was this? A panic attac? All noises escaped from him as he heard nothing but his own breath echoing, and his heart, beating faster and faster. Its going to explode!

"What are you doing?" Came a harsh tone. Barley a voice it seemed. Everything was silent again, as his heart came down again. Like it was being pushed off a cliff, faster and faster, until finally it was just, dropped. "You can't just bring strange cats here." Blazzeingblood looked away only bye the slightest inch. He was not planning to answer that stupid question. In Blazzeingbloods opinion there were already more 'strange' cats in RougeClan, then anywhere else. This wasnt even rougeclan any more. So many cats... So many scents... So many disloyalties! Blazzeingblood glanced back with his eyes to see his reaction. Blazzingblood's eyes glimmered, and grimmanced like the stale congealed pools of blood they were. Just sorrowful empty pits, leading to nothing. No soul, no... Heart, it seemed. No feeling whatso ever.

Blazzingblood blinked it off and shuddered slightly. For a momment he lost sight of what he had come here for. Something was comeing...whispered a voice inside him. His stomach lurched at the thought. It wasnt anything to do with these petty cats, but with himself, his own destiny far within. What could it be? Before he could look into it further, his silent thinking and all, a black figure slowly stepped into veiw at the entrance. Very quick and nimble, he skirted the clearing. Night Of No Stars. Swifttail drank the air, suddenly relizeing its preasence, gasping as if she was... surprised? Of course, Blazzingblood only truely knew - understood the orgin of his being here.
Swifttail gasped as she saw her 'partener' enter the camp. "Whats he doing here?!" She hissed in a low hot breath. The red tom beside her only flicked his tail, warning her to be silent. "wha... what?" Swifttail trashed her tail in confuseion, of course not seeing his command for being too distracted. She wanted to confront the evil thing, and slit his throat, but instintively knew she couldnt. They were like siblingsof the sort to her... but Night felt the total oposite. Swifttail was oblivius to the fact of how dangerous and what a shifty, and very crafty character Night was, and that she was on a long list of death wishes on his behalf.

Two bulky figures stalked in behind Night Of No Stars, "Go" He said wordlessly to his minions. The MountainClan cats swiped through the clearing and into the nursery, eyes leaveing a glowing yellow mist behind them. They then emerged with a ThunderClan kit, and one of Blossomblood's kits. Just like shadows to begin with they fade from the clearing and out of the entrance. Swifttail stood there and gaucked. Eyes wild with anger, she turned to Blazzingblood, "We have to stop them!" She yowled in a berly audible whisper. Blazzingblood just stood there like a statue as Night glared at Blazzingblood. Night's eyes rotated to the she-cat, and raked down Swifttail's face with his eyes, only wishing they were his claws.
With a narrow of his eyes he chalenged them to face him, but seeing how they only stood, he hissed, "Cowards."

He departed the clearing, the fog seeming to follow with him, "There in lies the problem, Falcon. Not the she-cat." Blazzingblood mrrowed through clenched teeth. "How long have they been doing this? How long has Night and his dasterdly minions been steeling kits away from their mothers?!" Demanded Swifttail, half to herself. "Three days" He growled, "And he is planning something else. Thats is why she, and I, are here." He said turning to face Falcon.

[Stardust]

A flame red she-cat pads out of the warriors den, looking aroud as she sees Night and two other cats run off with two kits, on ThunderClan the other was Blossombloods. Fireblood runs across the clearing as she spots Blazzinglood, Falcon, and another cat. "Hey, who is she?" Fieblood flicks her tail towards the she-cat and smiles, "I've never seen you here before."

Fireblood looks back to where Night and the other kit stealers departed. 'I'm glad my kits don't live in the nursery. But I can't imagine why they have been stealing our kits..... ' she scuffled the ground with her paw, ' Only black hearted cats would do such think, well at least I know why they call him Night of No Stars..... '

(horrible, yes I know! Its beena while since I've actually RPed... I miss everyone... No one is ever on, so I dont get to practice.)

[× Vulture ×]

[[FALCON'S KIT!]]

Blazzingblood didn't reply. Falcon sighed, ignoring the two cats as they began to exchange words he wasn't interested in.

Suddenly, his fur stood on end. He arched his back instinctively as a horrid scent came over him. Night Of No Stars -- the very reason for the hell they were all forced to live in. Blazzingblood and Swifttail began to murmur to one another, but Falcon didn't hear anything they said; he was frozen with anger he wasn't able to form into words. As he drew in the air around him, he followed two mountain cats' smell, his heart lurching as he heard the toms rummage around inside the nursery and then pull their heads back out. A surge of white-hot rage rushed through him as he caught the scent of one of his own kits. It was hard enough to stand there doing nothing while that tyrant, Night, took away helpless kittens. When it was one of his and Blossomblood's, he was prepared to claw every scrap of fur off of his and every one of his followers' bodies.

He could tell another cat had joined them with one abrupt sniff, but he had no time to ask who it was. Night had already departed with his kit. Falcon unsheathed his claws, snarling viciously as he dashed after the dark-hearted cat. Night was right in front of him now; his scent was strong. Falcon gathered himself and leaped in front of the small group of cats.

"Let go of Icekit!" he yowled, lashing out a paw threateningly. He could hear his daughter whimpering. Icekit was usually brave and fearless; it took a lot to strike fright into her heart.

It broke him to imagine the tiny she-cat dangling defenselessly from a huge mountain cat's jaws, mewling for her mother's warm, comforting fur. However, he didn't dare try to snatch her away, for with his disability he could accidentally hurt her or nip one of the tomcats, angering them.

Falcon tensed his muscles, standing formidably, as still as rock. "Let her go," he repeated through clenched fangs.