Thornstar's Fall

[Longstorm]

OOC: The Revolution is nigh! Here we go, everyone!

IC: Thornstar, his mind awhirl with thoughts that no longer made sense, stumbled out of his den, foam dripping from his lips.
"I... I..." He looked around the camp, his blurred sight only sharpening when he saw something move suddenly. Thornstar shook his head, foam and some blood flying everywhere as he did.
Everything was mud... Something... Something...
"Listen to me," the voice crooned... "They're all against you! You have to..." Thornstar hissed, clawing at the nothing that was in front of him.

[Guest]

Sleecoat, upon seeing his leader's actions, ran up to him.
"Thornstar," he mewed, "What's wrong!?!"

Rainfoot, in the healer's den, limped out at the commotion, an angry Silverfur hot on his heels.
"Stop right there, the elderly tom snarled even as Rainfoot said,
"What's wrong?"

[Runfast]

Blizzardgaze, Foxclaw, and Longflight all came in from border patrol, and they joined the 'fun'.

OOC: I just want to get this done...

[Longstorm]

Thornstar hissed,
"They're all against me... They're all against me! We have to rise, have to strike!"

[Loki]

OOC: Please excuse me

[Longstorm]

OOC: Sweet JESUS ON A POPSICLE STICK... That's AWESOME!
Heh, whenever I get around to writing 'Henry and Henri' (or whatever I'm calling it), I'll SO pay you to illustrate!

IC: Thornstar turned away from his Clanmates and turned back to them, a wild look in his eyes.

OOC: Any time now, Rebellion...

[Guest]

OOC: We're on our way...

IC: Sleetcoat and Rainfoot looked at each other.
Sleetcoat mewed,
"Thornstar... Maybe you should go back in your den..."

Rainfoot leaned over to Silverfur and mewed,
"What's wrong with him? Why is their blood on his lip?" The young warrior's eyes were wide in concern - and fear.

Silverfur shook his head.
"I'm not sure... I've seen madness similar to this before... But not quite like this..."

The three toms looked at their leader, wondering what to do... Well, two of them wondering.

Silverfur mewed,
"Keep him here; I'm getting herbs."

[Guest]

OOC: I dont know what an apprentice would do... So I'll do the obvious.
IC: Flowerpaw, who had finished her anger fit, just HAD to come out and see Thornstar acting like he had rabies.
"Whats wrong with him?" she asked, because she was half worried, but alsohalf satisfied that this crazy leader was having some sort of a fit.

[Longstorm]

OOC: Oi, be nice, he's gonna be dead soon! ...lol...
It's not exactly rabies... It's a special kind that's only found in RPGs.

IC: Thornstar glared at his warriors and hissed,
"We need to be ready... We need to be ready!"

[Guest]

"Ready? For what?" Flowerpaw asked, edging away. She'd heard that this disease could possibly spread to her and give HER foaming lips too.

[Meany]

Robinsong, Thornstar's oldest kit, slunk out of the warrior's den to her father.
"I'm ready," she snarled, a wild look in her eyes.

OOC: Gotta love them hereditary diseases.

IC: Smokepelt and Lightningpelt followed, looks of confusion of and fear in their eyes. What was going on?

[Longstorm]

Thornstar continued hissing and spitting.

OOC:

[Guest]

OOC: WTF?
IC: Flowerpaw just stared.

[Runfast]

OOC: Oi, language, GH! And I think LS was having a bit of fun, there: Btw, LS, Darkclan counts as Gryffindor? YEAH!

Blizzardgaze looked back and forth - then she noticed dark shapes at the edge of the camp.
"Thornstar," she mewed nervously when she caught the scent of crow-food, "who are these cats?"

OOC: Just a few rogues that don't really exist but they're here for the sake of the plot... We'll say they're Dweller rejects. It fits with later sub-plots.

Longflight yowled harshly,
"Rogues! Defend Darkclan!" He fell into a battle stance, Blizzardgaze and Foxclaw following his lead.

[Longstorm]

OOC: There's six rogues, just to make it interesting... Names: White, Smile, Blackear, Water-falling (tribe cat), Jade, and Greenie. Meany, take the first two, Runny, second two, I'll take the last two. Appearances and genders may be chosen in-game, no God-moding. You want these charries to live? Make Bios for them, but for now, they're made-to-die NPCs.
Here we go.

Jade, a brown tabby she-cat with green eyes (one lighter than the other) chuckled harshly when she saw the warriors.
"Oh, pay no mind to us," she purred, "We're here on invitation." She gestured to Thornstar, who couldn't really speak for himself at the moment.

Greenie, a tom with a rotting tail (OOC: nasty), indistinguishable filthy (possibly white?) fur with blue eyes, laughed with Jade.
"Yeah," he mewed mockingly with a strange accent (the same one as Jade's), "why don't you ask him?"

[Meany]

OOC: Sweet, hidden allies.

IC: Robinsong purred in a not-so-nice way and mewed to the warriors,
"Stand down."

Smokepelt looked at her in shock, glancing at his sister, his apprentice, the other warriors, and finally Thornstar.
"What's the meaning of this!?!"

Robinsong purred again.
"My father knew that Abyssclan would be so foolish as to attack in the middle of the night like the cowards they are - and now my father knows their true strength, and it's weak. Now, he has helpers, ones who aren't bound by the warrior code," she spat the words, "like you fools are."

Blackear, a young black-and-white tom, who looked blind and had big ears, smiled.
"Yes," his accent was the same as his cohorts. "We are strong in the ways of the mountains. We have the advantage."

"The magic of this high rock is strong," mewed the larger tom, Foamingwater (aka, Foaming Water Falling Between Rocks), a gray and white tom - his accent was the strangest, a weird mix of his friend's accents and something no Clan cat had ever heard before. "It is good that Thornstar promised land to us, we rock-speakers."

Lightingpelt's jaw dropped.
"Sh- promis-," she spluttered, "Share land!?! Our territory!?!"

Blackear nodded.
"Yes.... Are you trying to say... No?" He unsheathed his claws and mewed, "For your information, she-cat, I'll kill the one standing closest to me if you dare defy us." He wasn't kidding.

[Runfast]

OOC: lols, Meany, we got mixed up.

IC: Foxclaw murmured,
"There's something strange-smelling about these rogues..."

Longflight murmured back,
"What do you expect, they're rogues."

Foxclaw shook his head and whispered,
"No, that's not what I-"

Smile, a she-cat with scars that formed a strange smile-like expression on his lips that looked somewhat cruel, mewed,
"Oh, I think I'll have the little she-cat there - grind her bones for my meal for my plot of land."

White, a black she-cat (and smile's sibling) laughed harshly.
"I'll help you, sister."

Blizzardgaze, who had straightened out when Robinsong said to, shared a shocked expression with Longflight and the others.
"No," Blizzardgaze mewed firmly. "This is not what our code allows, Robinsong: this is against the will of Starclan itself, and you know it!"

Longflight stood next to her and mewed,
"We won't stand for this."

White held up her tail and mewed,
"Whoa, whoa, whoa - we're gonna help you anhilate your enemies! Surely that's worth a bit of land... And food?" She looked at Flowerpaw and licked her lips.

"I thought they smelled strange," Foxclaw whispered. "Cat eaters," he yowled, his fur bristling, eyes wide in disgusted horror.

Longflight, nose wrinkled, shook his head and mewed firmly,
"Never. If Thornstar - or Robinsong," he glared at the she-cat, "were in their right minds, they wouldn't let this happen."

[Longstorm]

Thornstar spat,
"They are the future! What better way to rid the forest of enemies forever, than to eat them!?!?"

OOC: We're going Book of Eli here... Next up in the tabloids: THORNSTAR: DID HE EAT CATS? CANABALISM!?!? (phail...)

IC: Jade nodded and purred, licking her lips as she looked at each and every one of the warriors.

Greenie, his tail stinking, walked among the cats.
"Attack me," he purred. "I dare you..."

A call from across the clearing,
"Not if I get you first!" While everyone had been arguing with the rogues and Thornstar, Sunmist and all the rest, the Darkclan Rebellion, had come home.
And there was hell to pay.

OOC: We're gonna make a new thread for battle... tomorrow...

[Guest]

OOC: Woah woah, slow down!
IC: Flowerpaw tensed as she felt one of the rogues gaze at her. Now, she wished she hadnt torn off those snake fangs. Despite what the other cats would say about them, they were better than fighting these cats with only tooth and claw.

[NKninja]

OOC: this is a very confusing situation, AHH MY HEAD. lets hope i wont screw this up.

IC: hollowpaw slowly came down from an oak tree, incredibly surprised with the unknown rouges.
she slowly came to the side of flowerpaw, and swiped her tail to hers. "its going to be okay" she mewed silently and quickly.
hollowpaw hissed at the rouges, only the one that menacingly stared at flowerpaw reacted.

OOC: okay, garnetheart... i think flowerpaw has a new friend

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