Shade

[Clove]

She slipped out of camp with several warriors it tow. The field stretched before them. She scanned the area, hoping the creature would show itself.

Gingerspark slowly removes the blood from her orange tabby pelt. Her brown eyes glint. The fight had been quite the rush. She isn't the one to take risks or seek out battles, but a good fight is alright every once in a while. She looks over the bulk of dead bird in front of her. She never tasted hawk before. She wonders if it has a different taste from normal birds. She thinks about Murderweapon's words. They did pretty much risk their lives. They deserve a part for sure. She nods in agreement.

Her head raised in alarm. She signaled with her tail for her band of warriors to stop. The barking filled her ears. Her heart beat faster. A fairly large dog ran into view. She tensed. Revenge would be sweet, as long as she didn't get herself or her clanmates killed.

The creature will definitely be a haul. It's likely around twice the size of a regular cat. They'll both have to drag it. With their wounds that won't be an easy task. Should one of them go back and get help? She's unsure if Murderweapon is the type of cat that accepts help. She walks around the body. She is still limping slightly. The pain in her paw is kind of a dull ache compared to her cuts. She pads over to Murderweapon with no hurry.

"Here it goes," she meowed to her patrol. The dog has spotted them of course. The nasty animal bounded toward them, barking its head off. It probably hoped for more easy kills. Well, those cats were going to put up a fight. Gingerspark lashed her tail. A warrior behind her growled menacingly. There were about eight of them. The ginger she-cat who recruited them gave the signal. They rushed forward

She is a bit disturbed by all the blood around, including the red liquid dripping of herself and the other cat. It's not like she hasn't seen blood before. She's a warrior, a deputy even! It's a familiar occurrence. She's just dazed. She hasn't ever experienced a battle like this. She's fought other cats, dogs and killed normal prey items. Never had she taken down a hawk with only one warrior to help her. If she thinks hard enough, she can remember watching warriors fight hawks before. It's vague on the edges of her mind.

Crimson liquid sprayed over the ground. Warriors came from all angles. A gray and white warrior dug his teeth into the back leg of the dog. Another she-cat with a brown tabby pelt was on the dog's back. Her claws are sunk it, clinging for dear life. Gingerspark and a tom with a long gray pelt danced out of the way of the dog's jaws as they clawed its face and chest. The rest of the warriors slashed at the dog's sides and belly. It snapped at the warrior helping Gingerspark and she was splashed with his blood. After a while, it became apparent the dog was weakening. They were winning the risky battle.

Gingerspark shifts on her front paws. She's standing in front of Murderweapon now, finding her words. She takes a deep breath after her clanmate speaks again. "Very good, yes," she meows, staring down at the ground for a moment. "Should one of us get help taking it back? Although there's two of us, it's obvious we're both beat up," she tries to talk carefully as not to offend the warrior. She doesn't need any conflict. If she had to she would willingly put in her strength to pull the bird to camp, even with her injured paw. She watches Murderweapon calmly. She lifts her uninjured forepaw and laps the blood off.

The dog panted heavily, backing away from the hissing warriors. Gingerspark caught their gazes. She had made it clear before they left camp that she wanted to make a kill. This dirty, flea-bitten dog clearly had no twoleg. There wasn't a thick substance around his neck, and he was severely lacking in grooming. Gingerspark knew from experience and rumors that dogs depend on their twolegs for cleanliness. Such weak creatures. She padded forward. The dog growled, but it had clearly lost all its fight. She lunged and sunk her teeth deep into the dogs neck. Air rushed by her fur as the dog fell to the ground with a thud. Her brother had been avenged.

[Blair ;;]

Murderweapon was still badly injured. She looked over her whole body for a moment, a look of annoyance on her face. Her right shoulder was missing a lot of its fur. It hurt when she moved it, and it would definitely scar over. Maybe hair would no longer grow there. She snarled softly in annoyance. She didn't want to be already standing out from the rest of the clan. She surveyed the rest of her body. It wasn't too bad, just a few minor cuts that were no longer bleeding. But when she stood, she realized that wasn't the case. Her joints pulled and made her hiss softly in pain, as she heard the words that came out of the other warriors mouth. She began to reply, but couldn't find the words.

This was because she knew that she was right. She wanted to growl and say that she could do it on her own, but it would only strain Murderweapon's muscles more, and she didn't want that. If that did happen, she would be forced to stay in the medicine cat's den once again. And she didn't want that. The pang of annoyance appeared again as she thought back to the last time she was forced to stay in that den.

Murderpaw's back was against the moss nest as she awoke. She swayed slightly as she tried to pull herself up. She could barely see. All she could do was smell. The awful smell of cobwebs and juniper berries filled her nostrils. When other cats found this soothing, she found is disgusting and cruel to make other cats stay around it. When her head turned, she realized that once again she was in the medicine cat's den. She must have blacked out when fighting that ginormous dog. Oh, she remembered it well. It fairly resembled a collie, only much bigger. It had a brown snout and the rest of its body was black. It was skinny, like its owners hadn't fed it, but not unnaturally skinny. Its legs were long and it was a rather sturdy thing, although it would rambunctiously run through the clans, making havoc and scaring all the prey away.

One day, out with the rest of the apprentices, meaning just Westpaw, she wanted to show off. Well, that one day had been that day. Or as she had guessed. When the black dog runs through the territory, she attacked it, gnawing at its paws. It yelps, not expecting it. It seemed to be just a puppy even though it was so big. It tackled her, its teeth bared. She racked her already large claws across it, burying her teeth into its neck for a death bite. But it continuously kicked her into a tree each time, yelping and bleeding. One time, the last time it did so, it buried its large snout and slobber into the back of her neck, slinging her against the tree like a play toy. She remembered Westpaw attacking it just as well, before she had blacked out.

The shiver the young Murderpaw had now sent quivers through her pelt. And she was drowsy now, probably from the bad smelling poppy seeds. She looked around as far as her eyes could without moving her head. The medicine cat was obviously gone now, to get more foul smelling herbs. The hiss rang through her body as she tried to sit up. She moaned in pain, and fell back on the moss. It was relevantly soft, and she was glad for that, or the number of times she had slept on it, her back would be broken. But this moss was more green and better feeling. She could easily fall asleep on it.. Just before hand, she turned, and it hurt her whole body. She moaned in pain once again.

The moan must have made someone come, to come see her, and she barely saw him, her eyes half closed. The familiar voice wanted to make her pull up and smile. "Murderpaw?" Westpaw murmured, seeming to be no more than half a fox length away. Her eyes flickered open, a slight smile on her face, her voice coming out slightly hoarse. ''Yes, Westpaw?'' She wanted to correct her voice, but never found the will to. He seemed to be barely smiling. Was that because she was alright? She didn't have the will to ask, either. "Gee, Murderpaw, for your name I thought you'd be strong enough to take on that stupid puppy." She could tell that he was joking, the soft sarcasm in his voice. He was never like that, not even around the warriors. She liked the side of him that was sweet.

"I'll bet you couldn't have!" She replied, scowling jokingly at the other apprentice. He shrugged, pushing a paw out to poke her slightly. "I wouldn't have turned out looking like a mouse without the will to live." Was his response, and this time the joking in his voice, if any, had stopped. She wanted to tell him that he was her will, but.. subtly. Murderpaw's voice lowered to a whisper, so he had to strain to listen to her words. "My will is right here." Murderpaw wanted to brush her face against his in soft happiness, hoping he'd accept her plea for him. But after that, he sat up. And what he did next was extravagant. He stood, his tail lashing. "I don't have a will, and it's certainly not here." And his whole body stalked out of the room, leaving Murderpaw in complete silence.

The thoughts of her childhood with Westpaw were everywhere, in her dreams, in her nightmares. She narrowed her eyes in self pity. Why had she let him die? Because, she thought. He meant nothing to her. He hated her, and she should have hated him back. The only time he spoke to her was then, never after. Sometimes he had a small conversation when she started it, but nothing more. Murderweapon's voice turned partially hostile, partially depressed. She wouldn't admit that she was this hurt. She stood, the pain disintegrating from her face. "I can take it. You can get help."

[Clove]

SHE STOOD WITH INDECISION.

Gingerspark must go retrieve help. The heavy body of the dead hawk was in her peripheral vision. Its once rather admirable feathers were twisted, ripped, and bloody. She might feel bad, if it were such a strange emotion to have toward dead prey. She observed it more. One wing was bent in an awkward angle. The other one was splayed out over the ground. The length was impressive. There were considerably noticeable rips in that one. Its head was tilted to the side, the dull lifeless eye staring without seeing at the clouds above.

Her hesitation was due toward not knowing who to consult. She was worried there could be a chance of no cat being at camp. The leader was actually one who wasn't always laying around, as far as she knew. She searched her memory, but she wasn't able to recall whether or not the leader was a lazy type. She started walking to camp, hoping there would be some cat to help. She wasn't exactly in the best condition to go traipsing around the territory searching for clanmates. The evidence was her limp. It wasn't all that obvious but still, it wasn't comfortable.

The camp was near. She could sense it. Despite this, she felt so far away. She huffed with exhaustion. Her efforts would be completely fruitless if nobody was in camp. Now that she thought about, how likely was that really? Especially with the prey running strong. However, they may be out gathering as much prey as they can and strengthening the borders with Leaf-fall and Leaf-bare looming like the shadow of the Faith Tree in the meadow. She glances around the clearing. Her vision is blurred from weariness.

SHE WAS ABOUT TO COLLAPSE.

She breathed in deeply. Her body tilted from side to side for a moment. She felt off balance. She steadied her breath. She couldn't pass out, not now. She dug her claws into the ground and blinked slowly several times. Her vision started to become more clear, but she still found herself dizzy. She made a quick stop by the Medicine Den and was given some herbs to make her strength return somewhat.

Not really startled that there's hardly anyone in camp, she padded about to loosen her stiffened muscles and clear her foggy mind. She looked around, examining the ranks of the clan around her. Would any of them be willing to help her? An apprentice was limping, complaining about a thorn in his pad. The mentor followed being. There was a deep scratch on her shoulder. They must've gotten in a fight with something. Although it was puzzling why the apprentice only had a thorn in his paw, Gingerspark didn't ask.

At the sight of Gingerspark, the young cat's eyes widened. He hung his head. She could tell he felt ashamed for complaining about his thorn when there were cats around with more serious injuries. She simply flicked him over the ear with her tail. He shuffled after his mentor into the Medicine Den. She turned. A senior warrior was rambling with an elder. The younger of the two started coughing heavily. He moaned afterward. If he got better, she had no doubt he'd be the elder's denmate. No one at camp was suitable to help out her and Murderweapon. She hadn't expected more. She sighed with frustration.

She saw eyes shining from the Leader's Den. Perhaps she could ask him? At that point there wasn't really any one else unless some fitter warriors returned from hunting or whatever they were doing at the moment. She forced her legs into an urgent motion as she made her way there.

[Blair ;;]

Murderweapon was swaying on her legs now. She knew she would collapse at any second. She breathed heavily. No, she thought. She must keep going. No matter what, she had to move on. For herself. She said for herself because there was no one else to say it for. Not Westfall, not her mother. She gulped as she tried to haul the giant black bird onto her shoulders. Automatically, her body fell to the side. She cursed under her breath, trying to pull herself up, straining her muscles and what not. She snarled harshly, looking around the plain and the faith tree. What could she do, with a bird atop of her, and unable to move. She continued to strain until she couldn't any longer.

Murderweapon collapsed fully now, her eyes lulling shut. Thoughts ran through her head. That part of the clan would be there any minute. She couldn't show weakness. Heated blood that must had no longer been dried dripped down from her forehead. She didn't even want to see herself any longer; her once beautiful black pelt was drenched with blood. She could feel the heat. She blinked away the blood that would have gotten in her eye. She wanted to pull herself up and push the bird off, clawing at it and continuing to mess with it. She couldn't find herself the will to smirk, though. The thought of her claws meeting the crimson blood of a warrior, or even a peice of prey's body again, made her want to smirk.

Blood lust. The words ran through her head. Blood lust? Hmph. Maybe she was. She deserved fighting others now and again. But she had just killed the ginormous bird! Why, oh why, did she want to continue, to kill and to kill, all of these birds? She snarled. She dug her claws into the ground that was moist with blood and hoisted herself up. Or tried to. Murderweapon failed yet again. She decided to give up, and try her hardest later.

Murderpaw was walking through the territory alone. She had just gotten done trying to talk to Westpaw, having him ignore her every word she spoke, only him speaking to the other warriors. Warriors didn't like her. Thought she was a nuisance. And Murderpaw didn't blame them. Her ebony claws began to rake against a nearby tree, causing it's bark to shed. The feeling of power raged through the bottom half of her body. It felt great to be tearing at something. Maybe, one day, she was going to be this good, if not better.

She began to continue and continue clawing at the tree until she couldn't any longer. Now, the white bark showed, no longer the brown. Sheaved pieces of bark were everywhere. The energy of Murderpaw was still high. She wanted to continue hurting the trees. They felt nothing what so ever. But they didn't scream out, she didn't get any response. Maybe this is what she wanted. Her red eyes glinted with hatred. Maybe this is what she wanted to do so badly to the other cats who always ignored her. She lowered her voice absentmindedly.

"You stupid warriors of HopeClan, one day you shall rue the day that you ever ignored me. You will rue the day that you never spoke to me when I had no one to speak to. Especcially you, Westpaw." she vowed to a silent audience that would never respond.

Was that bloodlust, that day when she was destroying those trees? It was only strength that she desired, no longer the blood. It was the thing that she wanted the most; power. Her pride was going to bring her to go on. And the one thing that she wanted so much was to kill prey and everyone that had hurt her in the past without mercy. Her eyes were narrowed to slits. Fighting this bird would be easy. Murderweapon hoisted herself up on those weak legs, continuing, straining. No matter what, she would get off. She hissed loudly, and, when she was far enough up, struggled out from underneath. She yowled at the straining, falling downward with a WOOSH! Yes, something was most definitely sprained now.

[Clove]

SHE STRODE WITH HASTE.

Gingerspark felt unusually angry. The leader had glared at her when she entered his den. She explained the situation. The responses were unexpected.

"You and Murderweapon are strong cats, why can't you do it yourselves?" He had meowed gruffly with a yawn following. Gingerspark had lashed her tail and padded closer to him.

"We're injured and tired!" She half-shouted. He'd cringed in response. He seemed to have sunk into thought and they stood there with him staring at his paws for what felt like many moons. Gingerspark had broken the silence by coughing very loud.

"Look, I'm tired. I lost a life recently, I don't care to explain how. Just get some of the Warriors or whatever to help you," He grumbled. Gingerspark unsheathed her claws and growled lightly. She knew he was lying.

"There are no fit warriors in camp! I'm in no condition to go wandering around the territory searching for them!" She raised her voice higher. He hardly acknowledged her outburst. He rolled his eyes.

"Well I'll help you then. However, I need to get a piece of prey. The Medicine Cat needs to check on me as well, I haven't been feeling so well. Calm down, I just woke up recently-" He rambled on with excuses. Gingerspark interrupted his pointless babble.

"Forget it! What is wrong with you?" She clawed the floor of the cave,"I'll just get more strengthening herbs and we can haul the hawk back ourselves! I hope you'll be happy when we die!" She stormed out of camp.

She had gotten the herbs like she said she would. She had more in her jaws for Murderweapon, along with some cobwebs just in case. She hadn't been sure if her clanmate had been injured, though she suspected so. Her leg pained her quite a bit, especially with her fast pace. She tripped over something and went tumbling. By some stroke of luck, she didn't drop her cargo. She grunted as she pulled herself up. She didn't bother shaking the dirt from her pelt

The field spread before her. She burst into the expanse of open land. She glanced around before spotting the other she-cat. Murderweapon looked even worse then before. Her eyes widened. She wanted to claw the leader's throat out. That was a weird desire for her to have. She just killed a large bird and was injured. She had every right to be angry! She padded over.

After plopping the herbs down, she sat. She lapped at her injured leg with urgency. She let out a strangled sound. She would be a greater leader one day. She would always help her clanmates! Even if she didn't feel like it, she wouldn't be so rude! In fact, she would at least have found the other warriors that were out of camp. She would surely know where each and every one of them went off to. That was, if she didn't have the strength at that time to help the cats herself. She snorted with indignation, forgetting the other cat for a heartbeat.

SHE GAZED STRAIGHT INTO HER CLANMATE'S EYES.

Hesitation wasn't going to work right now. She nudged the herbs forward. "Eat these; they will help you become stronger. I know you are a tough cat, but there is no need to overwork yourself. I don't want our clan to lose a valuable member. There are no fit cats in camp and the leader refused to help us, the Fox-hearted, Mouse-brained, crow-food eater!" She meowed fiercely. The words had tumbled out before she could think to stop them. She scored a deep wound in the dirt.

She wasn't going to take nonsense from the cat before her. She was just too frustrated. Although Murderweapon was a frightening character, Gingerspark had enough fox-dung from the lying, lazy, worthless, stupid leader. She should have felt mean for those harsh insults, but she was steaming. Her fur stood up and her skin felt hot. That heat wasn't from the sun. She barely registered the blistering heat of the sun. Her leg was numb.

Who did he think he was? She was the deputy for Starclan's sake! She was an excellent hunter along with being dedicated and loyal to her clan! She didn't deserve to be treated like that. Most cats didn't deserve it, especially ones that worked hard. She made sacrifices and vowed promises to Starclan after accepting the offer to become deputy. Was that the 'Thanks' she got for putting everything into duty and loyalty? Her body shuddered violently. She gave her chest fur a quick lick. She needed to calm down right now. She had to focus on the hawk problem.

[Blair ;;]

When Gingerspark entered, Murderweapon too surveillance of her. She seemed extremely annoyed, and before you had the strength to ask what was wrong, she began to ramble about something the leader had done. She frowned. Gingerspark was usually a nice character. She was never this loud or annoyed at someone, especcially the leader. Murderweapon had no idea this was the way Gingerspark thought of her significant other. In other cases, she would have laughed at the cat saying such about the leader, but she was right. Gingerspark was serious about this. They were both good warriors, loyal or not, and the leader of the clan should give them the good nature of at least being nice and sending another warrior, or atleast himself, to help!

Murderweapon growled at the thought of taking the ill-smelling herbs. She wanted to push them away, say she didn't want them. But then she remembered the word. Valuable. She was.. Valuable? The thought made her ears prickle with slight happiness. Was that happiness? She wanted to ask about it, to smile, but she thought about it for a moment. The deputy of the clan was probably only saying it to make her take it. She wanted to snarl and respond she didn't want them. But she didn't say a word on behalf of the herbs, sniffing the cobwebs, her nose wrinkling in disgust. God, these were so gross. She took a poppy seed for pain, and began to run the herbs across her body. She didn't like them. Not one bit. But she knew that she needed them.

A harsh wound on her upper right shoulder caused her to flinch. She wrapped the cobweb around it as easy as she could, ignoring the foul scent that came with it. At least, she thought it was. She began to lick at her fur, fixing it. She found more strength than she had earlier. She looked up. She saw that Gingerspark still was truly annoyed at the leader. But what could she do about it? She had been annoyed at a lot of cats. No one had helped her. She wanted to dig her claws into the dirt again, to diminish another tree, but that would only lessen her strength again. And she didn't want that. She searched for words to say to her clanmate.

"Well, he should pay us back for being such loyal warriors to our clan. We took that bird down for him, and he should reward us, not make us writhe in pain. I assure you, if he's that much of a lazy bastard, then we didn't want his help in the first place." the profanity rippled through her voice, slightly soothing. She was trying to cheer the deputy up. Soon, she would be the leader, if the leader were to decease. Maybe she could even get the deputy spot if she was good enough as a warrior. Or she got on her good side.

Murderweapon then realized that if she became the deputy and Gingerspark the leader, then she would have to kill Gingerspark on her last life if she were to make it. To become the top of the clans, and to kill everyone in her way. Although that was her goal, did she want to? At first, she had wanted to kill everyone in the clan. But Gingerspark seemed to be a good enough cat. Eventually, when the time came, she would figure out if death was something that should happen to her, or naturally. She decided not to worry about it now. For once, she had one cat on her good side. Unless she was planning to kill her too. No, she wouldn't be that gullible. She doubted someone like Gingerspark would do that.

[Clove]

Gingerspark soon calmed down. She realized she had overreacted quite a bit. She wasn't the type of cat to just get angry. Maybe it was building up inside her after moons of such behavior. She felt regretful of speaking badly about the leader, but she wasn't going to take back her opinions on some things. She looked at Murderweapon, wondering what the cat was thinking about her actions. She didn't want to seem like she had a temper. She was always the nicest of cats who found the good in everyone. It must've been her injuries and the adrenaline that was slowly ebbing away from the attack that made her suddenly furious.

She stared at the bird, wondering what they were going to do with it. Between the two of them, perhaps they could manage to haul it back. The bird was pretty big, but it wasn't really that big was it? She thought about her earlier words to her clanmate. She was a valuable member, wasn't she? Murderweapon was a powerful cat, really good at hunting and fighting. In Gingerspark's mind, nearly every cat in the clan was valuable. In the end, the words were sincere, even said while she was fuming. She couldn't imagine what that cat had on her mind. She didn't need to know anyway.

Her eyes drifted from the herbs to Murderweapon and back. She hoped the stubbornly tough she-cat would at least use some of them. If they were going to drag their prey to camp by themselves, they need all the strength they could possibly get. She smiled slightly as Murderweapon applied the herbs. At least the cat wasn't making things difficult. She gazed at the bird again and winced. She wished they could've gotten some form of help. She padded over and place her paw simply on a wing. She was taken by surprise as the other she-cat spoke before Gingerspark got the chance.

"You're right," she smiled lightly again,"So, how are we going to do this?" She was referring to the bird. They had to figure out how exactly they were going to get it to camp. She had to come up with someway before the strength of the herbs diminished.

Perhaps they could each take a wing and drag it out of the field that way? If that got tiring, they could both carry it on their backs. That would be the better choice in the trees. The prey didn't need to get leaves and dirt all through the feathers and flesh. There was also a choice to take turns carrying it on their backs, rather than at the same time. They should get the first warm, juicy bites of the prey. She decided to claim that right, if Murderweapon wanted. She assumed the cat did. Although Gingerspark's priority was to take care of the clan as a whole, didn't she deserve a treat now and then?

Instead of continuing the thoughts of different ways to go about carrying the bird, she started to think about that very cat. She was a strange character, especially for their clan. She seemed to be good deep, deep down. Her behavior was unusual, considering their clan usually had a vibe of goodness of heart to it. Viciousness was often Cardinalclan's thing. They were ruthless, bloodthirsty creatures. She hated them. She almost wanted her, along with the other clans, Ironclan and Russetclan, to rise up against them. Gingerspark knew not all of that clan's cats were bad, just like all the ones in her clan weren't totally kind-hearted. She guessed their rather strange leader was the center of the problems. Some cats were just dark enough to follow him loyally. If the leader was taken out, the hidden good in the clan could overrule the bad, especially if a moral, sane leader took the current one's place.

There she was, thinking about another clan. She didn't need to do that. Another thought struck her. She knew Hopeclan's leader still had a lot of lives left. Would Gingerspark die before the leader? She was a young cat, but she didn't have nine lives. Anything could happen. If she did live long enough, who could become deputy? A lot of time remained for new cats to be born, become apprentices or warriors, to have their first or second apprentice. A cat like Murderweapon could survive a while, if she didn't take any dangerous risks. Would Gingerspark ever consider her a plausible option? Truthfully, probably not. With the darkness that shrouded her, who knows what kind of deputy or leader that cat would make? She shook her head. It was much too soon to be thinking about it. Then again.. no, she must not. Later would be okay, when she didn't have another thing to worry about.

[Blair ;;]

Murderweapon continued to think about the loyalty that this cat pertained. If Gingerspark had the loyalty that it seemed, then what would happen if the leader were to die naturally? Even if she was on Gingerspark's good side, the scent of evil still ran through her veins. The thoughts that ran through her in wanting to kill the leader at that very second were going through her bloodstream. But now she questioned if she wanted to kill this cat? Just because the female had acted relatively nice to her? Hadn't someone taught her better? Pitiful. The word ran through her thoughts. Pitiful that she were to trust a cat that she had barely gotten to know. And what if she was just as evil as Murderweapon was on the inside?

What if, at one point, Gingerspark even had thoughts about killing the leader himself? Or maybe she'd take part in the ruling over the forest. Gingerspark choosing Murderweapon as the leader of the clan. No other warrior would ever see it coming with Gingerspark. They hadn't seen the outburst that the orange furred warrior had just given Murderweapon. And about her own leader? She wanted to question the loyalty of Gingerspark still. But she didn't want to. Not now. No reason to. It wasn't like Gingerspark was prepared to kill the leader now. Maybe when she caught Gingerspark at a vulnerable position when she was mad at the leader. .

She shook the thoughts away. No. She mustn't think of that now. Murderweapon's ears prickled as she looked back at the bird, her red eyes glowing in question. Could she take the bird by her self? Why, of course she could. All it took was muscle. Even though she didn't want to admit it, her whole body hurt. The scent of the foul smelling herbs were filling her nose, and she wanted to bat at the scent off of her angrily. But it was proven that the herbs would help her live. She couldn't just die. She had deaths to avenge. A cat to woe into her realm. Murderweapon knew there was no way that she could just die without the ability to woe her Westfall, could she?

Murderweapon continued to look at the bird. Hesitantly, she moved over to it. She hoisted it onto her left shoulder. It weighed much more than it looked. And her hurt shoulders wouldn't be able to carry it on her own. She didn't want to make a sign of defeat to the deputy, to she turned to her questioning, her eyes still glowing with red pursuit. "Well, why don't we both take it, if you can?" she responded, her voice level. She was trying to make it sound as if Gingerspark was the one that needed help, even though she would be the one flinching the whole way.

[Clove]

My muse is extremely low but I'm finally replying.

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[atrb=background,http://i629.photobucket.com/albums/uu11/goldendragon24/Posting%20Tables/BrownBackground.jpg,true] Capturing a Hawk; Returning to Camp Gingerspark huffed with slight effort as she took part of the bird on her back. She tested her injuries, and the pain seem to have ebbed considerably. She nodded to Murderweapon, showing that she was ready to go. They had to drag the bird back to camp all alone. She hoped they would enjoy the hawk, she really did. After all, it was no easy catch. She looked up and noticed in surprise that clouds had crept over the sun. They'd better get a move on, while there was some shade at least. She was miserable enough. Her legs ached. However, the sun had remained hidden. The camp wasn't much farther now. She saw a few warriors gliding across the grass in the distance. She attempted to call out to them, but she found her throat dry. A rasping noise came out and died in a pitiful squeak. She winced. That was not a good sign. The pain in her injured paw had returned and climbed up her leg with an intense burning sensation. At last, they made it into the camp. Warriors rushed over, shouting their surprise and admiration. She simply nodded at them, still unable to speak. As they relieved the two torn cats of the large prey, her leg gave out, and she collapsed on the ground with a yelp. She had a detached feeling. She stared at the gash on her leg. With all the blood, she had not noticed it before, along with the way her paw seemed to be in an almost imperceptibly awkward position that it certainly shouldn't have been in. Gingerspark could only pray to Starclan it wasn't broken. She licked the gash instinctively, followed by her paw. She flinched as she felt a small pinch in the muscles. She yowled when the full force from the pain of every injury hit her without warning. Fear flooded over her senses. She was vaguely aware of the Medicine Cat rushing over with herbs before she blacked out. 'It's not time for me to die yet.' Words: 322

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lol.

[Blair ;;]

[ WE DONT EVEN HAVE A MEDICINE CAT. THIS IS WHY WE NEED PEOPLE ACTIVE. -______-... ]

HATRED IS ESSENTIAL.

Murderweapon carried the piece of prey on her back with the other. It certainly wasn't easy, but sure it wasn't impossible. Her injuries ached, but she hadn't been hurt as bad as Gingerspark. The sight of all of her injuries almost made Murderweapon pity her. Almost. Murderweapon pitied no one. She pushed this feeling to the back of her mind and snarled. She decided to take most of the load,scooting the prey over closer to her back. It was harder for her, but it was easier on Gingerspark. Even though this wasn't something Murderweapon would usually do,she didn't want a cat of these clans to die. It would weaken their defense.

When she saw Gingerspark fall, she pulled the hawk off of her and let it fall to the ground. Murderweapon's red eyes glinted at the blood. Was Gingerspark all right? Murderweapon ran to get the medicine cat. [WHO WAS NEVER THERE e e]

As she ran, she looked around the medicine cat den. There was no cat there, even though she couldn't run very fast. She grabbed cobwebs and marigold. She ran with it in her jaws and went back to Gingerspark. She chewed the marigold and spit it out on the other's wound. She put comfrey on the wound that looked broken. She then wrapped all the wounds with cobwebs after doing this.

What was she doing? Healing? She wasn't a medicine cat. For all she knew she was making it worse. She took a few steps back. She was well aware of the whole clan surrounding the both of them. Murderweapon let out a loud snarl that could be heard across the camp. The cats scattered.