+Prisoners+ o.f t.h.e [Wind]

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Prisoners Of The

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"A new ara..."

In the midst of twilight, the moon sunk far down, nearing the edge of the vacant hills far west. Sorrowed victory stung the air as thought it were frost, in the dead of the night. This is how they knew. This is how they knew, it was the begining of the end.

Dark shadows danced across the lonly forest, leaveing behind a sort of emptyness. Swift paws echoed in the silence. A voulentary silence... I'm afraid. A loud deep voice rumbled through the creature's worn and beaten pelts, "Keep moveing, or there will be more pain." Grumbled a pair of glowing red eyes from the front of the line. All the rest of the cats just hung their heads down low. Their hope was ripped from them. Their leader, was sentenced to death. Along with the other clans.... that would follow the same proseeger. Why the dark cold paws of fate had struck These cat so hard, no one had the answer to. No, not anyone. Not even the old and very wise ancestors obove knew these answers that these WindClan cats desperatly needed. No leader, no medicen cat, no deputy. These cats were all but lost souls now. Loners; echos of what they used to be... An echo that was fadeing fast. These poor, and deafeted cats were no longer WindClan cats... but Prisoners of their own kind... Prisoners of the Wind.

"Why don't we fight back?" Asked a strong looking appretice to his mother in a hushed tone, "These aren't the cats that took our camp! Whats going to happen to Grief-" A low growl of silence rumbled from the lead cat, it unleashing metalic claws that shimered white in the moonlight. The tom that spoke out soon relized that the line had stopped, and he, being looked at nervusly. Wide-eyed, he stared at the paws infront of him. Sweat like bullets, cutting through his pelt. The line strted to move again and everyone seem to have a sigh of relife. But, it faded. Then, the impecably hidden entrance came apparent. The long line of terrified cats enter the camp walls into this unknown place one bye one. Escape was now imposible. Blazzing eyes stared down at them as they felt as significant as a bug under a magnifine-glass.

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[•Hawkeh•]

A silver tom padded along with the rest of the group. His head was low, tired, and most of all, frightened. A silver kit was in his jaws, squeking away as she rambled on with questions, ignoring the harsh stares from a somewhat broad shouldered dark tabby tom. When the tom had looked away, to speak with the lead cat, a dark tabby kit wandered off, only to be caught by a grayish red she-cat, who's powerful jaws held the kit tightly as he squirmed and squealed for his mother, who was not within the group of cats. Blazzingblood, the dark tabby tom meowed, his broad shoulders straight, revealing all the tom's strengh and power, when does Darkness plan to return to camp so we can proced onto ThunderClan?

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Blazzingblood's red eyes gleamed, and seemed to glow above the other eyes, "I am not sure if he will be returning tonight," Came his cool reply. His pelt flashed in a spot of moonlight, as stepped into the shadows of a tree. Sitting down, he watched and though for a moment as the WindClan prisoners shuffeled into the camp, "RiverClan is under sedge, and Hawkfligh should be at WindClan along with Darkness..." He meowed, ignooring his echeing paws, "So I am sure we have a long night ahead of us." From the depths of the forest, and following up the end of the line appeared a forgoten face. Fireblood's sister, Skyblood. Blazzingblood lowered his vison from Skyblood as she shot him a very concerned glance. They both were very worryed. Blazzingblood and Sky were not officially cleared as to the where-abouts of where his kits were, and which clan they were sent to. They would be held as prisoners.... and not as Clan members...

[•Hawkeh•]

((Arn't Smoke and Diamoindblood still in RougeClan?))

Skeet watched as the WindClan cats passed. Darkness had only spoke to the senior warriors, Snowblood, and Deathblood about the plans. Are we taking these to the makeshift camp?" a small tom asked, his pelt a sblcak as night, so he was almost invisable to the cats ahead.


((the small black tom,is the newest Clan 'member, you'll offically meet him soon, hopefuly.))