[OPEN! FLASH EVENT PC/FC] Perceptions Collide

[Blossom]

Kestrelheart's hunger for a good battle was beginning to gnaw at the inside of her belly fiercely. Her kept-sharp claws disengaged themselves from their sheaths within her paw and she clawed at the ground slowly, quietly, as she stared at Harefang as the she-cat spoke. Her green eyes flashed when the other she-cat called her kit. The tabby warrior was young, maybe, but she was no kit. Her tail lashed behind her as her chin rose in an indignant manner. Who did these cats think they were? "StarClan have mercy on their ignorant, ungrateful souls", she prayed silently, glancing up toward her starry ancestors for just a moment before looking back down at the PineClan patrol.

Harefang was underestimating FogClan's might, it seemed, especially her own. That was a mistake. Then again, what if she was underestimating the PineClan cats? She knew naught of any of their skills and there was only one way to find out for herself what they were capable of. Unfortunately, she wasn't about to hurl herself into battle only to be punished by the formidable Tawnywhisker later. No way. Kestrelheart had received very few sin-wounds in her lifetime and she wasn't about to commit the biggest offense of her life just for the sake of battle. There would be plenty of battles in her future; serious ones. Battles that would help her make a name for herself among all of the Clans, including StarClan. It was a shame, but the only way she'd fight today is if a Pine-Clanner crossed their border to get to her.

Even so, she hissed viciously, fur prickling in obvious, blatant irritation. "Hedgehogs will fly the day that any Pine-Clanner gets the best of any Fog-Clanner," she growled, fangs bared as the tip of her tail twitched back-and-forth. The tabby warrior was crouched now, muscles bunched and eyes narrowed.

[Glowy]

Okay, that overly talkative warrior, FogClan, she-cat, really annoying... she was really beginning to tick Rainpaw off. Who did the puffed up mushroom think she was? And the other she-cat, accusing PineClan of not following the Code? How DARE she? The ignorant little... oh, Rainpaw was beginning to feel his blood boiling. It didn't help when Ashstorm told him off. He was fairly certain that he was older than she was, for one thing. For another thing, he was Gingerstar's apprentice. He was being personally trained by her. That had to count for something in the authority book! Apparently not. This whole situation was just getting to him. It was ridiculous. He wasn't like this. He was more mature than this. A few deep breaths later, he was relatively composed once more. His fur no longer bristled, and he could look his clanmates in the eyes without trying to burn through their brains with his glare. "My apologies, Ashstorm," he managed, though some of his annoyance still showed in his tone. "I was just tryin' to offer some advice to our little squirt here. Wasn't no order or nothin'. Just wanna keep him safe, y'know." Ugh, some FogClanner was apologizing to Tawnywhisker, who said something about it "being fine" and that any help "resisting the evils of the impure" was appreciated. Rainpaw couldn't contain a laugh, despite the tense atmosphere. How ridiculous was this whole thing? There the FogClanners stood, wrapped up in all their convention and doctrine and stiff superiority. The sight alone was near enough to amuse Rainpaw to pieces as it was, but the words... oh, the words! Rainpaw really wasn't sure whether he should be terrified or all chuckled up that they actually believed all that cow pie ridiculousness that they were spouting. You could keep a bonfire burning all night with the massive quantities of fuel their beliefs would provide. "And, actually," he said, turning to face the she-cat that had accused PineClan of offending the Code, "Our whole way of life is centered on the Warrior Code. Honor, duty, loyalty. Maybe you should get a fact check before ya go accusin' us of stuff like that. Otherwise you might go around lookin' like your brain wouldn't be a bird bath for a hummingbird, it's so small." A simpering smirk played across his lips. Gingerstar would have been proud of him for that. He'd gotten his point across very well, he thought. She might even laugh at the comparison, though she probably wouldn't know what a bird bath was. Rainpaw was in his element. Once this thing finally blew, (because, really, who doubted that it would, at this point?) it would be interesting to see how he'd fare against the FogClanners in battle. He'd pinned Gingerstar the other day. He still wasn't too sure what to think about that whole situation... it was so convoluted. If he could beat her, one of the most formidable fighters in the entire forest, how hard would it really be for him to beat a bunch of cats whose main weapon was insanity, whose main tactic was torturing submission into those they should be protecting at all costs? Rainpaw was all for reserving judgment and going on a cat-to-cat basis, but FogClan was, in general, an exception. "Is that so, little miss?" He turned his attention to the annoyingly talkative she-cat engaged in a battle of fluff with Ashstorm. She looked green. "I seem to remember your Firestorm, the pride and joy of new warriors, getting his tail handed to him in a shoot-out that he instigated at a Gathering recently. Any idea how that could've happened?" speaking [bg=cac0aa][atrb=width,469,true] [atrb=border,0,true]

[MONSTER <3]

[bg=3b3b52][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] The brown and white tom watched anxiously as words began being thrown- no manners, honor, filth. Demons. He tried to stay calm, but was utterly shocked at how quickly their rivals had brushed their fur the wrong way. He knew that the two clans were enemies, but for a border meeting to escalate this quickly? It was something he had never expected to see, or to get involved in. He was a healer, not a fighter! His eyes followed his clanmates and the opposing clan equally, watching closely as the cat's coats began to bristle and their words started to taint with the poison of anger. His eyes flickered a bit with worry- what was he supposed to do? Could a simple medicine cat apprentice really do anything for this? He could go fetch help, yes. But why fetch help if nobody had attacked yet? But if he waited until something did happen. . . then would it be too late? His mind searched and searched for an answer. What am i to do? The bickering about his safety made his pelt squirm, as if he was part of a collection- being inspected and turned, and they were going on about his safety. Quailpaw's left ear pinned back, and he half wished he could shrink away from their stares- he was not one for the spotlight. In actuality, it was the last thing he would ever wish for- even then he wouldnt! Suddenly, a thought stuck into his mind. They weren't attacking. . . because of him. It hit him a bit funny, but he realized he might be able to help more than he thought- but it might cost him a bit more than he was willing to pay. The tom felt a seed of worry grow within his stomach- If it meant saving his friends, his clanmates, would he throw himself into their paths? “speaking color.”

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[Pyro]

"It sounds like everyone's itching for a fight. But of course, everyone's too gosh darn polite to make the first move. Always looks better when you're defending an attack, eh?" Poppythroat had not been a part of the patrol but like Kestrelheart, he too was curious about the commotion that was scaring away all the prey. The two arguing patrols were making it difficult to concentrate much less find something decent to bring back to camp, and he was faced with the option of either joining in on the fun or going back to camp empty-pawed. Obviously he chose the former and why not? He could have sowrn he'd scented Dovepaw nearby as well, meaning she was probably in the patrol and look- there she was. He sauntered over to her side with a lopsided grin, picking his way through the engorged FogClan patrol and giving a nod to Tawnywhisker as he passed the deputy. "Dovepaw, Dovepaw, Dovepaw. You look like you could use a knight." he murmured in her ear. "And a megaphone." The lanky ginger turned to Tawnywhisker, grimacing slightly at the expression on her face. She was happy. Approving. If anything, she should be worried that the actions of her patrol were dangerously close to starting a battle. And with the constant tensions between PineClan and FogClan being what they were, that battle could start a war as easily as a match lights a fire in a puddle of gasoline. Poppyheart couldn't claim that he was entirely opposed to a fight- he reveled in them afterall, but to start a war over a couple of insults was petty...and he swallowed the excitement that was building in his chest for the seeming inevitable clash of claws. Dovepaw was there. She needed peace, not war. Especially if they were to get any future aid from PineClan in their 'silent crusade'. But damn it, why did the PineClanners have to make it so hard to want to avoid a fight? "If I remember correctly, that fight happened because you're just as much of a hothead as he is and you both weren't thinking straight." Poppythroat's expression went flat, most of his cheer gone when he turned to face Rainpaw. "You won because you're a better drunk. Which ain't much to be proud of, sir." Aw shoot. That's not how you prevent a fight from happening. "Tawnywhisker, ma'am, you will recall that StreamClan has been a bit aggressive about borders as of late." Poppythroat threw the comment over his shoulder as if it were something the deputy already knew. Which she should and probably already did. "Assuming I have permission to speak freely, shouldn't this patrol be over that way rather than having a drawn-out conversation with some of the neighbors? Neighbors which, other than reacting hostilely to hostile words have done nothing to warrant the battle we're headed toward." the tom coughed awkwardly, adding "Although if you wanted to start something that's your judgement and we're bound to follow it and accept the consequences." He didn't think anyone had outright mentioned a fight, and it would probably do everyone some good to hear it outloud. Make 'em consider where they were going. Speaking [bg=2b2827][atrb=width,500,true] [atrb=border,0,true]

[ambird]

A shrill laughter erupted from Thrushflower at both her Clan-mates and the heathens stupidity. Here they all were, stupidly sitting there still acting civil. That's all this was. An act. She grinned, something that could send a chill down most cats' backs. How silly of them; assuming that their hate of each wouldn't boil over and cause complete chaos. Whatever was going to happen, it better happen damn soon, because Thrushflower was becoming giddy with anticipation, and she needn't to be the to start this raucus. The last time she had assaulted that dung-heap Fawnstep, she had been blamed. All they needed was a little push in the right direction and she would be able to feel dirty demon skin between her teeth and claws. Now, as a Council Member, she knew, by following the Code, that she shouldn't just let this fight break out. But it was oh-so tempting. ...and when one really started to think, Pineclanners could be exempted from the Code,couldn't they? After all, they didn't believe in their glorious ancestors. The ones who allowed them to even tarnish the very Earth itself. Besides...everyone needs a little punishment for their wrong-doings, and their Clan was an entire mistake. Their entire existence disgusted her and made her want to vomit at the sight of the lot of them. Then there was the curious case of their medicine cat apprentice who they'd decided to take with them out on their patrol. Quailpaw. He may have had Clan blood in him, but it was of those putrid, rotten demons who decided that they were the sane ones. Ha! Like they were any better than her. She was highly prejudiced and hypocritical, but so what? So was the rest of the flea-ridden world! And what she did was cleansing. What they did was an atrocity. He seemed to be the only one keeping the tension from escalating to a full-out bloodbath. She would have to change that. Provoking him would lead to the anger of his Clan-mates. And making them attack first would ensure she wouldn't be blamed for the...possibility of an innocent massacre on the border. Would she be involved? Perhaps. She preferred to let others do her dirty work. All she had to do was anger those stubborn cats a teensy-weeny more and soon all hell would break loose. It would be glorious. "Oh, and the poor little half-breed. Your mother must be so very proud of you. A medicine cat apprentice for a faithless Clan! That is quite the paradox, isn't it Quailpaw?" she let out a horrendous sound(...possibly something of a giggle?). "Now, if I were you, I would have fled these idiots the day your mother...if I recall your story correctly, left you for your father, who if memory serves, was a flea-bitten rogue who didn't even have the decency to stay around to see you and your widdle sister Rabbitpaw become apprentices? But oh no, our brave little soldier here had to keep going! You must have a great belief in something to keep looking to what your Clan denies if you've stayed with them for so long. Now, I'm not normally one to judge, but can you not tell when you are unwanted? The revealing of your father displeased these cats you call Clan-mates, and yet you still associate with them. From what I can tell, you seem to be their whipping boy. Or more accurately, the only thing keeping my Clan-mates from sending them all back to that dump of a camp you all call home." ooc: Oh God I'm not responsible for any possible murder attempts ya'll may now unleash on Thrushie. She's...totally crazy.... [bg=d1d1c9][atrb=width,500,true] [atrb=border,0,true]

[Glowy]

Dovepaw needed wings, and she needed them yesterday. She just needed not to be in the situation she was in. She hated the animosity that was being blindly thrown around, even if it was not directed at her. It made her breaths come more quickly and her limbs begin to shake. The poor girl was terrified. She was terrified of the PineClanners, as much as she respected them. She was terrified, above all, of her own clanmates. Oh, especially Thrushflower. She'd had a few run-ins with the mentally imbalanced she-cat, and she made Dovepaw's blood run cold in her veins. How does anybody even get to be that way, so full of hatred? What was wrong with the world? How could she escape? Dovepaw needed wings. She needed them last week. Or last month. Or before she had even stumbled across that FogClan patrol as a frightened, lost kitten. She needed to go. She needed safety. She needed something, anything, to carry her away. She needed something to give her hope. It's impossible to give away what you don't have, after all. She needed... ... that voice that suddenly punched through her fear, the voice that enabled her to be more than she was. When Poppythroat was around, it was so easy to believe that their plan would work, that she was worth more than everybody said she was, and that life wasn't so scary after all. She did not jump when he spoke, simply turned so that she could meet his gaze and nodded gratefully. He would say all the right things. She knew he would. He was gifted like that. If she was to be the voice and picture of hope, it would be him who provided the voice of reason reason behind the passion, and it would be him who inspired her words. With the two of them working together, the entire world didn't seem too large a goal. She watched Rainpaw to gauge his reaction to Poppythroat's reprimand, expecting a sharp comeback, considering who he was, but all the grey tom did was send a pointed glare across the border. She could tell that he was trying to contain himself. That was a good sign. Underneath his exterior, maybe he wasn't such a frightening cat after all. He was big and he was strong, but he'd attacked Firestorm to protect his leader's reputation. That spoke of an honorable purity of motivation inside his heart. At least, it did to her. She could be totally off base, but she tried to give every cat at least a little bit of trust until they proved her wrong, if they did. Rainpaw seemed like a decent cat, especially when juxtaposed next to the likes of Crazypaw and Thrush-I'mgonnakillyou. Speaking of Thrushie, there she was, opening her stupid mouth again. Did every single word that she uttered have to be covered in layers of dirt and fungus and all the disgusting things in the world? Ugh. It was frightening as much as it was sickening. Thank whatever there was that Poppythroat was there to give her strength. She might have run otherwise. She could not stand Thrushflower. Absolutely could not stand her. She noticed Tawnywhisker's lip curling in distaste, though she could not tell if it was out of agreement or disagreement with Thrushflower's words. "Thrushflower! Be silent. There is wisdom in Poppythroat's words, loathe as I am to hear it," she mewed levelly. "Although, I could say that PineClan has been unnecessarily hostile toward us. The threat of violence is implied." A slightly wicked grin spread across her face. Volepelt would not fault her if a little bit of PineClan blood was spilled this day, would he? Especially if Poppythroat was kept silent about the lack of an open threat. Dovepaw shrank backwards. This was not working. Nobody was listening. Everything was going to go to pieces. "Poppythroat," she whispered nervously, "What's a megaphone?" If she could concentrate on that instead of her fear, things would be alright. A new voice, the voice of Crowflower, came from across the PineClan border. He must have been out searching for his apprentice, because he looked inestimably relieved when he saw the brown-and-white tom standing near Rainpaw. Oh, but then he looked at Thrushflower and his eyes didn't sparkle like they normally did. He lost his smile as he stepped in front of Quailpaw, as if to shield him from the words that had already been spoken. "How dare you? How dare you accuse us of doing to our apprentices what you do to your own? We are not hateful monsters like you! It's a good thing that my apprentice is smart, or he might actually believe that load of dung! You're not normally one to judge, aren't you? Can you even see yourself? What is wrong with you? Are you blind, that you cannot see? Are you deaf, that you cannot hear what you say? Stars above, woman, fix yourself before you try to fix anybody else!"

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Dovepaw liked this guy. She liked him a lot. A smile flashed across her face for a heartbeat and she glanced at Poppythroat with an inquiring look. Did it seem to him like Crowflower would be willing to help them now? It certainly seemed like it to her!

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[Cloudbat]

Oh hell. How had this gone downhill so fast? Ashstorm could only shake her head as things rapidly deteriorated from friendly(ish) banter to everyone practically unsheathing their claws and ripping at each other.

FogClan were being idiots - no surprises there - but she couldn't say her own warriors were doing much to alleviate the situation. Sweetheart was blowing off hot air, Harefang was being admirably accurate in her defense of PineClan (unhelpful though it was...)

What - oh, Rainpaw was talking. Ashstorm accepted his apology with an airy wave of her paw; she had larger worries. "S'fine, I understand. We've got bigger concerns. Namely stopping this from turning into a pointless scrap."

She didn't fully understand the tom's analogy, but got the gist of it and smiled. The smile promptly disappeared when the mouse-brain of an apprentice brought up the perfect thing to spark those puffed-up, pompous morons into a fight.

"Rainpaw!" She hissed. "Not. Helping!"

Oh hey, the FogClanner she'd scented but not seen came out of the Fog. Her eyes narrowed with interest as she sniffed again. She couldn't match his smell with a name, but he carried himself differently than the other FogClanners. There was something a bit strange about him.

...oh brilliant, turns out he was just as much of a badger's hind end as the others, only a bit more rational. Why did she agree to working with Cranetail again? Cranetail. She'd nearly forgotten he was even here, he'd been so quiet.

Oh and then. And then. Thrushflower had the audacity to fling insults at Quailpaw. Ashstorm laughed at her, long and loudly.

"Wow. I'm impressed. Putting down an apprentice, I bet you feel good about yourself now. D'you really think we give any mousetails about what you think? Do you? Because we don't. To me, you just...don't exist. You're not a real person. Your words have as much substance as dust because they come from beliefs that are equally as empty. You are nothing."

Oh Tawnywhisker. "Ooh, implied threats. Implied nothing, honey. I'm the leader of this patrol, and unless of my warriors is stupid enough to attack, and I have faith that they're not, we're not doing anything but having perceptions collide."

...hell.

"Crowflower! Not. HELPFUL. At all. True though it is. We're trying to STOP an attack, not incite it, friend."

[MONSTER <3]

[bg=3b3b52][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] Quailpaw watched the cats across the border as they spoke- and wondered what had brought them into this predicament. All either of them were trying to accomplish was a simple border patrol, nobody was trying to start a fight- or at least, not originally. The larger apprentice kept a straight face, but was quite worried on the inside. The last thing their clan needed was a problem over the borders now, and a fight! What would Ceadarstar say if he was here? Maybe he would call them all fools and move on, but then again, maybe he would stand up against this cruel string of insults and fight. He almost sighed, still on the border of which decision to make. After a few more moments of squabbling, a Fogclan she-cat laughed openly and he could tell she had some words to say. He could barley remember her name, Thrushflower, but as she started speaking, he wasn't sure if he'd every forget that name. As her words began flowing, he kept a straight and serious face. But as her words dragged on, he could barley keep his face normal, and his jaws were clamped shut. He felt his temper flare a bit, but knew that he must keep his temper down. He didn't want to say he was the most clear-headed of the group, but he certainly didn't want to be one of the felines starting a fight. He wasn't sure what he was about to say- but he was fully prepared to say something. Something that would hopefully knock some since into that fogged head of hers. Something that would make her wish she hadn't said that. But thats when his clanmates jumped in- when Crowflower jumped in. As he listened to his mentor's words- he remembered exactly why he appreciated him for not just being his mentor, but for being his clanmate, and his friend. He has never been in the spotlight before, and when he finally was for a split moment he was more than shaky enough to be knocked down. But, because of Crowflower, he has also gotten the chance to see what it felt like- being defended like that. He stood proudly behind and beside his mentor, his head held high and a new feeling of pride within his belly. It was true- his family had abandoned him, but that was not his battle now. His battle was with sickness, and his fight was against the horrors that could effect his dear clanmates. Nothing in the past mattered now- the only thing that he needed to worry about was his future, the future of his clan. And he was not about to let some sassy Fogclan she-cat stand in his way. “speaking color.”

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[RiiRii]

[bg=e9e8e3][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true] Having gotten bored of being in camp, the young silver and white she-cat decided to leave it and go off to explore a bit by herself. Her mentor was busy and she wanted adventure. Best way to get that was by looking around herself. As she got closer to the border, pretending she was with a Pineclan patrol, she suddenly got the strong smell of Fogclan. Its scent tickled her nose and she saw Quailpaw nearby, not wanting to be caught out of camp alone she quickly scampered to his side and pressed her nose softly to his cheek. Fill me in, please?” She meowed quietly, her blue eyes blinking curiously. “Why is Pineclan arguing with Fogclan on the border? Did something happen? What did I miss?” The questions flooded out of her before she could stop it, her mother would of nagged at her when she got back for leaving the camp unattended, but this was a good excuse for her to. As she looked around, she recognised her clan mates as well as one or two cats she had seen at the gatherings in the past. She saw her denmate, Rainpaw, alongside Ashstorm, Honeystream and Harefang. Looking over at the apprentices on the Fogclan territory she rolled her eyes and shuffled a little closer to Quailpaw. She understood slightly what was going on, but what would unfold from all this? She did not know. “speaking color.”

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[ambird]

[bg=252620][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] "Hmm, what a bright idea! How 'bout we all realize we're acting like total idiots, remark our borders, and leave! Who's with me?" Cranetail piped up, walking through the denser fog to see through to the other side. Oh great. More Pineclanners seemed to have emerged during the time he had tried not to ring Thrushflower's neck right then and there. Things were slowly getting out of hand, as if the tension in the air wasn't enough to make him nervous enough already. Casting a side glance to Ashstorm, he tried to not laugh at her sarcastic-as-ever remarks to dear old Thrushie and the gang. Yeah, because if he started laughing at something a Pineclanner had said, his Clanmates would turn on him real quick and begin to question his sanity. Or just outright punish him for having a sense of humor. ...Or thinking that a cat from another Clan(who also happened to be ridiculing his Clan) was brilliant. Had it been any other Clan, and they wouldn't mind(he liked to think) but no, of all the cats in the forest, Cranetail had to pick Ashstorm as an ally. It seemed life was out to get him sometimes. "...Er..." Cranetail couldn't exactly piece together what he'd wanted to say as he watched Thrushflower openly insult Pineclan's medicine cat apprentice. This cat was totally whack. And really, really stupid. She was practically asking for a fight! Correction, she was. "Hey guys...I'm sure we could find millions of other ways to through digs at one another and hate on each other all day, but all of us have Clans to take care of. How about we just leave and pretend this never happened? Seriously. Bickering like cranky elders won't get us anywhere. Save the hate-fest for some other time." Once he saw the looks he was receiving from both parties, Cranetail wished he had never spoken in the first place. If he wasn't already going to be punished for snickering at Ashstorm, then causing both patrols to stop and stare was. He was a Fogclanner. He was "supposed" to hate Pineclanners. But...when he saw that danged she-cat across the way, he didn't want to just play the role of a stereotypical Fogclanner. Cranetail wanted to throw rules and Codes out and just get to know her better. But now he was pretty sure he was never gonna see the light of day again.

[Cloudbat]

Oh for...you have got to be kidding me, grumbled the gray she-cat to herself mentally. Cursing under her breath she just looked at Silverpaw, a look that rather plainly said 'I do not have any time to tell you jack, so kindly remove yourself from my line of sight'.

Really, asking for an infodump on the cusp of a possible fight? She'd never had much of an opinion on Silverpaw but this firmly cemented her in the mouse-brain zone.

Back to the issue at paw.

...or in other words, Cranetail's hilarious attempts to defuse things. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all. A decent FogClanner. An oxymoron.

In a more rational mood she might have grudgingly admitted that was as big of a generalization that FogClan made about her Clan, but now was not the time.

"Well, I'd be with you if I were part of SillyClan. But I'm part of DemonClan. However, it's still a brighter idea than anyone's voiced all day. It's nice to know someone here has vestiges of reason remaining in their skulls." Nervousness and pent-up tenseness had her babbling.

She nodded as he continued further and a slight smile even tugged at the corners of her mouth despite it being at complete odds with the situation. How cute. Kind of ridiculous and a bit late in coming, but the effort was cute.

"Baww Cranetail, but you're robbing our Clanmates of so much fun. I think they like being petty and flinging insults." And yeah, she was probably just pissing off both her own forces and the other side. But better to have them mad at her than mad at each other.

"You're making too much sense, you know. No one will ever listen to you." She said teasingly. Then, as if surprised to see her patrol and the FogClanners surrounding her, she said in mock surprise, "Well look! There ARE cats here with ears! Perhaps they can use them? Let's find out!" And in mock grave tones that still had a very palpable edge that spoke of utter pain if it was not obeyed, she spoke the order.

"Clear out, PineClan. We're going home."

With that Ashstorm finally turned and began padding back into her territory and lord help those who did not follow her.

[Piewonder]

Honeystream's claws sank into the dirt, gouging holes where she wished she was ripping into Thrushflower. "I suggest you take those words back about our apprentice before I shove them down your throat."[/b] Honeystream's words were barely audible over the growl that emitted from her throat as her shoulders hunched and fur began to rise.
She didn't care who you were, disrespect to that degree was simply uncalled for. This damned cat of FogClan could eat crow while being buried in her opinion. Alas, it wasn't polite therefore went unsaid. The PineClan warrior felt her lips slide over sharp fangs as she pinned Thrushflower with her green eyes. "With words like that I'm almost certain your mama would be ashamed. I know rogues that are twice the cat you pretend to be." Honeystream didn't raise her voice, didn't shout or yell; instead she lashed her tail, sinking her claws deeper into the earth. She didn't dare make the first lunge. Self defense was much more acceptable in this situation. [/size]