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▫ Medicine Cat


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[feralhearted]

About Me
Name/Alias:Feralhearted or Feral for short :3
How much RP experience do you have? I have been actively roleplaying for almost 10 years and have been a moderator or administrator of 4 sites, two of which were warriors.
About the Cat
Name:Tempeststar
Gender:Female
Age:36 moons
Rank:Leader
History:

Going back before Tempeststar was even a figment in StarClan's prophesies, Fae (her great grand mother) was breed to a tabby tom in a two-leg home. She was a full blooded Asian Leopard Cat and the tom was a full blooded domestic. The resulting litter had the lovely spotted coat, but more of a tamed attitude. The two leg continued to breed more cats, just adding a strain of domestic tabby every generation to foster the calmer attitude in the resulting kittens. Tempeststar's mother was the second strain of this process, but she retained much more of her feral nature than the other kittens in the litter. Her name was Tigeress, and she ended up escaping the two-leg nest because she was not content living with humans. So the young fae wandered the wilds for a while, before happening on the BoulderClan territory. She was found and accepted into the clan for her looks and fighting skills. She grew up with the Clan and soon fell in love with a tabby tom, Stormwhisker. That is where Tempeststar's story begins.

She was the only kit in her mother's first and only litter. Her mother and father were disappointed that she was their only child, but they loved her all the same. They both were proud of her good looks as well as her being officially clan-born. She was given the name Tempestkit in honor of the terrible storm that had hit just before she was born. She was raised just as every other kit, besides the fact that she had no one else to play with. (This may have been the reason for her more solitary personality)

She was apprenticed to the deputy as soon as she was 6 moons old and began her training to become a true warrior of the clan. Her parents watched as she learned to fight and hunt, amazed at how quickly the apprentice picked up the lessons. Tempestpaw loved every bit of the training, even though she was never fully accepted by the other apprentices. They acted like they were above her because they were full blooded clan cats and she was part loner. They also resented that she bested them at fighting and hunting, even though she was younger than the rest of them. She was glad that she did not tell anyone that starry cats walked in her dreams, otherwise she would have gotten scorned even more. She was once tricked into fighting a young badger by the other apprentices just a moon after being apprenticed. The badger had her cornered at the cliff's base and was about to finish her off when she dove forward its face. She was able to blind the creature and escape, but not without many cuts, the largest one marring her nose. She limped back into camp with her face bleeding badly. She was hurried into the medicine cat den and asked what happened to her. She explained exactly what happened, but pleaded that the other apprentices did not get punished. She wanted to show she was above petty revenge. The medicine cat was able to heal her wounds and make limited repairs for her ravaged nose, leaving her only with a marred sense of smell and a scar. She was made a warrior barely 6 moons after her apprentice ceremony.

Just after her warrior ceremony, a wave sickness swept the Clan, killing a few of peers as well as her parents. She was unharmed by the sickness, so she worked her paws raw, hunting and gathering herbs for her ailing clan. With her combine efforts with the medicine cat and the other warriors who were not felled by the illness, there were able to save the much of the Clan. After the last of the sick were cured, the group of survivors gathered around while the leader, on his last life now after dieing twice from the sickness, took stock of how many he had left to call his Clan. Sumitstar was grief-stricken by the loss of his blind mate, Flashflood, who was also the deputy. So came the critical choice, who would succeed to the deputy spot and ultimately take over as leader? Tempestwind was sure one of the other warriors would take the position, but was surprised when they, who once had resented her as a peer, put her forth to become deputy. The she-cat was deeply touched by the notion and accepted when the elderly leader came to her and offered her the position. She gladly accepted and things went a bit better from there.

The clan worked well under her and Sumitstar's leadership, oddly enough with StarClan frequenting less in their dreams. Twelve moons passed and kits were born, apprentices trained, warriors taking their place in the ranks. Tempestwind was light of heart because everything was right with the world. But a shadow of doubt covered the cheery horizon when Sumitstar fell suddenly ill along with clanmembers going missing. He lost weight very rapidly and did not have much energy any more. He summoned her to his den one evening and told her that he would be leaving the Clan to her that night. He told her that he loved her like a daughter and would guide her pawsteps from the stars. With his dieing breath, he wished her to guide the clan through this time of trouble and keep them safe from harm. She informed the clan the leader had passed into StarClan's paws, and the whole Clan mourned. She lay vigil beside her adoptive father and life-mentor for a whole day, never once leaving her post. Once he was buried, she was taken to the Mooncave and made into the leader for BoulderClan. She has just returned to the Clan, and now a whole new bunch of challenges await this new leader. She has had a few of her clan-mates disappear for moons, then reappear some time later, changed and lazy. They become more of a burden as more and more dissappearences are noted. She is struggling to make sense of these new happening and keep the other clans from pressing their borders.


RP sample:(This sample was created as an audition sample and is her deputy to leader ceremony. I might note that this is very long and I generally post between 200-800 words on a normal day, not 2000+ like this is XD. I also appologize if some of the text is a bit hard to read.)

"Tempestwind... we have arrived." The voice of the healer broke the grief-burdened trance the BoulderClan was in and the she-cat blinked in surprise at the apparent shortness of their journey. The pair stood at the lip of a cave, a large, shining stone set in the deep reccesses of the cavern. The tunnel was lined by teeth formed out rock, stretcching up or down like the jaws os a giant beast. The Mooncave... The one place she hoped she would be able to visit one day, but under very different circumstances. The cats padded across the cold stone floor and lay beside the large stone. Each pressed their nose to the silvery rock and were pulled into the deepest sleep.

Tempestwind opened her eyes, blinking at the dazzling starlight that assaulted her eyes. She had somehow been transported to the GatheringArea and now she was alone. The she-cat got shakily to her paws, her mossy gaze looking around her with awe. The sky above was brilliant, stars brighter than they had ever been before. She felt like if she reached out a paw that she could touch one of those bright specks of hope. Before she could act upon this, however, a soft wind blew through the trees, causing the Bengaled female to take her eyes from the heavens. All around her, starry bodies began to materialize, some walking on the ground while others perched on the branches of the massive oaks. Not a sound could be heard in that clearing but her own thundering heart. Her gaze searched the faces tirelessly, trying to find the one cat she was sure could explain what was happening too fast. Before she could find her mentor's face, however, a ghostly chorus filled the clearing as all the members of StarClan spoke.

"Welcome, Tempestwind. Are you ready to receive your nine lives?"

The she-cat was startled at the formality of the echo, so close but yet so far from her ears. The words shook her to her very bones, the power in the voices something she had never experienced. Just as the words sunk into her mind, a warm sense of calm filled her heart. Tempestwind arched her neck, her head looking proudly out at the starry assembly as her voice rang out strongly across the gathering place. "If it is by StarClan's will, I am ready."

As soon as her acceptance was made known, nine starry-furred felines paced from the glittering assembly. Tears stung the fae's eyes as she recognized her mother, father and other Clanmates who had perished during the great sickness among the nine. A few cats she did not immediately recognize, but her heart knew that they were important to her in a way she had not known before.

The first to approach her was her mentor, Pantherheart. The warrior had been felled not long after her warrior ceremony by rogue who had made off with a Clan-kit. Tempestwind reached out to touch her scarred nose to his as he began to speak in his rich baritone. "With this life I give you a leader's courage. Use it well to defend your clan with everything in you." She felt a chill spread from her nose through her body as life seared through her. She could not get her muscles to move as the last of her self-doubts fell away. Her mentor's eyes shown as her gave her one last lick on the cheek before stepping aside to let the next cat come to her.

The small she-cat that her eyes identified as Birchclaw, had died after being fed deathberries by her traitorous mate. Tempestwind's eyes burned as her friend gave a weak smile, and her soft voice filled the air. "With this life I give you a leader's justice. Use it well to judge the actions of others fairly and justly for what they have done." As the starry feline touched her nose, a cascade of pain lanced Tempestwind's heart. Memories of the events following Birchclaw's murder and her traitor's exile. The strength of her loyalty to the Code did not fade as her friend nuzzled her shoulder one final time before returning to her place in the line.

The femme that came next wore a pelt of a leopard jeweled with the stars themselves. Her wild aura radiated out with each pawstep she took toward Tempestwind. The she-cat looked at her with familiar green eyes and something clicked in her mind. She was seeing her ancestor, one she had never met or known in life, but carried on her legacy in spirit. The shimmering she-cat spoke in exotic tones the likes of which Tempestwind had never heard as the femme reached toward Tempestwind."Great Granddaughter, with this life I give you loyalty to do what you believe to be right. The blood of the First-Cats runs in your veins. Let that be a guiding light all the days of your earthly existence. Go with your ancestor's blessing." With this life came the warmth of sunlight and the desire to be true to her clan as well as her heart. Tempest then stepped forward to bury her nose in her great grandmother's fur, breathing in her feral strength and love. The spotted she-cat let out a rusty purr before gently nudging her away. "We will speak again, my Daughter, but now is not the time..." Tempestwind nodded silently as she watched the blood of her blood walk back into line and fold herself gracefully to the ground. She had very many questions to ask her, like how she had ended up among StarClan, but those surely would be answered at another time. Tempestwind turned her attention back to the ceremony at had as a young kit made his way up to her.

She could tell even before the kit's scent hit her marred nose that this was none other than Berrykit, a lively kit who's existence was cut painfully short by the sickness that had ravaged BoulderClan. His high voice carried across the star-lit clearing as he reared up on his haunches to reach Tempestwind's muzzle. "With this life I give you a kit's tireless energy. Use it to carry out the duties of a leader with the fearlessness of a kit like me!" With the starry-kit's touch, Tempestwind's muscles tensed with unbridled energy. She wanted to break into a run and never stop in this land of the stars. The she-cat leaned down to give the kit a few licks on the head, her throat too choked by sadness to speak. The tabby kit gave her a bright grin, his little tail waving in happiness. "Tempestwind, don't worry about me. The cats here are really nice and I have plenty of friends to play with! Go and be a good leader!" With that, the kit turned and bounded back to his place, his tail straight up behind him.

The next tom that stepped up was none other than Bronzewhisker, another one of her peers that had died in the sickness. His amber eyes met hers with his even gaze as his smooth voice murmured, "With this life I give you a leader's protection. Use it to care for your clan as a would mother care for her kits. You have proven you have the strength to fight for those you love, Tempestwind. Don't forget that when the time comes to use that strength." A cascade of heat accompanied his touch and the brute stepped away without another word. He had never been the kind of tom to talk very much, but what he said she had and always would take to heart.

The next cat to come to her was the Clan elder, Boulderfall. He had been with BoulderClan for more than 120 moons and had taught Tempestwind the stories and legends that helped shape her kithood. The grizzled brown tom reached out to touch his nose to her forehead and spoke in his smokey voice, "With this life I give you the ability of mentoring. Use it to train the young cats of your clan. Do not forget the past, fore it has the power to change the future. You have done well, Kit, and I know that you will be a good leader for many moons to come." Tempestwind gave the tom a shy smile at the use of her old nickname, the power of her next life flowing through her like calm water.

As the brown tom retreated, a silver-furred female stepped up to fill his place. Her frozen blue eyes seemed to gaze through her as Tempestwind bowed her head in sadness. This was Flashflood, Sumitstar's blind mate who had been the last to die in the epidemic. Tempestwind had been too late with the cure to save her adoptive mother and she blamed herself for this she-cat's death. The silver fae placed her muzzle under the deputy's chin and raised it to look her in the eye. Her voice was like the cascade of water in the stream's waterfall as she spoke to the star-lit assembly. "With this life I give you a leader's compassion. Use it for the elders of your clan and for all cats weaker than you." The she-cat released her chin to lean in close to Tempestwind's ear and murmured, "Do not blame yourself for my death, my Dear. StarClan had decided it was my time to join their ranks. Do not wallow in sorrow, but blossom in the new dawn for our Clan." This life wrapped Tempestwind in a warm embrace, comforting her from all her grief. A single tear dripped from her mossy eye as the silver she-cat turned to walk back to the group of cats and the next cat came to bestow her gift.

This cat had a coat so similar to her own that Tempestwind knew at once that this was her mother. Tigeress gave her daughter a warm look as she leaned down to nuzzle her daughter. More tears followed the first as Tempestwind buried her face in the she-cat's fur. Oh, how she missed her mother. She missed her quiet guidance and sly humor when she needed someone to tell all her hurts to. Her mother's voice spoke softly as she curved her head around Tempestwind's neck. " Daughter, with this life I give you a mother's love. It is a gift that can overpower the darkness and give life to hope. Don't hold your heart away from others, but give it for the good of the Clan. Tempestwind... You have made us so proud..." Her mother's voice broke as she finished and Tempestwind realized that her father was standing right beside them. His black eyes shown with pride as he placed his head on her own and called out in his thunderous voice, "With this life I give you nobility, certainty and faith. Use it as you lead your clan in the ways of StarClan and the Warrior Code. You are my daughter and have never failed to live in honor. You shall be a great leader that will be remembered for hundreds of moons to come." The combine lives of her father and mother poured into Tempestwind, filling the empty void that had been torn in her heart when both her parents had perished in the epidemic. Her heart felt complete, free of doubt and fear of the future. She when she finally felt steady enough on her own paws, Tempestwind eased back from her parent's embrace, eyes full of tears that would not spill. They both gazed upon her with a regal gaze, imparting her with a feeling of their most devoted love. Her mother ducked her head as she whispered, "We will guide your paws along the path has layed for you, my Beloved. Never fear, for we are always in your heart." With that her father and mother turned back to the assembly of cats and the clearing was silent once more.

There was a long silence that seemed to last for a long while, the breeze being the only thing that broke the calm. Silentwind reflected on each gift she had been given, thinking how she would use each trait to better herself and her Clan. Once she had finished her internal reflection, a snowy white cat stepped out of the starry throng. His voice rang out, strong and clear as he walked up to his former deputy. "I, Sumitstar, the former leader of BoulderClan, hail you by your new name, Tempeststar. Your old life is no more. You have now received the nine lives of a leader and StarClan grants you the guardianship of BoulderClan. Defend it well, care for young and old, honor your ancestors and the warrior code. Live each life with pride and dignity."

The starry cats that lay in the trees called out in a somber echo, repeating the she-cat's new name and purpose in life. "Tempeststar...Tempeststar...Tempeststar..."[/b]

Sumitstar placed his muzzle on her head in the way he had always done when he was pleased with her. The newly named Tempeststar pressed herself into her old leader, love and sadness leaking from every pore. She could not get all the words she wanted to say to him to leave her throat, so she just stood where she was, drinking in his scent and strength. He gently nudged the new leader from his side so that she could look into his deep grey eyes. "Tempeststar, I know I have made the right choice in choosing you as my successor. I know for certain that you will put the clan before yourself and bring it through the troubles that will undoubtedly come. But alas, our time is up. Wake up and head back to camp. You can not tell anyone what happened here, but tell them you received your nine lives and my blessing..."With Sumitstar's last words, the whole clearing dissolved around her, becoming a glittering mass that soon faded to black.

Tempeststar awoke next to her medicine cat just as the first rays of sunlight streamed in the cave enterence. The ceremony had lasted all through the night... The she-cat got to her paws and stretched her cold, stiff muscles, letting the new morning warm her fur. This night had been a completion of one life and the start of another. She spoke of none of it's events as she followed the tired medicine cat through the grasses back toward camp and her new life as a Leader. The were no doubt troubles ahead, but she had StarClan guiding her paws. Nothing could stand in her way and keep her from fulfilling her destiny. Tempeststar padded straight up to the leader's rock when the reached camp and leaped up to her new ledge. She moved to sit back on her haunches and called out to the clan in a loud voice, "Cats of BoulderClan, gather beneath the Leader's Rock for there is much to be done in this new morn!" Her gaze was of utmost pride as cats of all ages gathered below her, ready to help her create a new life for their healing Clan. This was her destiny waiting to be completed... This was where she belonged.

[poison]

About Me
Name/Alias:Poison but you can call me P =]
How much RP experience do you have? Well I've been roleplaying on warrior cats sites since 2006 so that's six years. I tend to post between 250-1000 words depending on the muse of the day

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About the Cat
Name: Darkscar
Gender: Tom
Age: 25 moons
Rank: Deputy
History:

Darkscar-You said I get to do this part
Me-oh uhh sure Darkscar are you sure you want to??
Darkscar-*boxes my ears* Yes now move over this is my story

I was born under the starless sky, the clouds swallowed the stars and moon alike, all was dark. Borne into darkness I was thus named Darkkit, despite my pearly white coat. My sister, only half the size of me was born shortly after my arrival. She was given the name Whitekit. Unknown to me at the time my size was harmful. My mother bled to death as we squirmed at her belly. A low moan silenced our squeaking cries. Our father had arrived, seeing his beloved mate dead and his kits left alone on the stones he quickly scooped me up and rushed me to the Boulderclan camp. I was given to a she-cat that smelled of milk, it was good enough for me. My sister and I grew quickly under the care of our surrogate mother. She didn't care much for our white pelts, they clashed with her own brood's dull brown colors. Our father hovered over us constantly but he never said much in his sorrow. I grew so quickly that soon I was no longer allowed to nurse, my fangs hurt the queen I guess I'm not sure. In any case prey was much better anyways. It wasn't long before the queen sent us away to roam the camp, our home. Whitekit and I were troublesome kits, always under the warriors paws and with me eating as much prey as I could hold we were not exactly the favorites around camp by the time we were ready to be apprenticed.

I was given to a tom thank Starclan named Redthorn he was to be my mentor. He was a brilliant mentor, young but wise he quickly whipped my kitten bulk into shape. I loved to fight even as an apprentice, my superior size gave me an advantage over my sister and she refused to spar with me. I wasn't the best hunter but the competition working with Whitepaw helped a little. I tried my very hardest to please my mentor and to make my father proud. He didn't''t seem interested anymore spending more and more time at the place where our mother died. Blackstorm seemed to waste away before our eyes. His fur lost it's shine, he grew skinny and lost his energy. Not even joining us to hunt anymore it wasn't very surprising, to me at least, when he disappeared. We were only 10 moons when he left us. Whitepaw was devastated she still mourns our fathers death. That''s what he is to me, dead he left us just like our mother did. I didn't mourn but instead I stayed strong for my sister, protecting her from the accusing glares of our clanmates. Hey, it wasn't our fault the lowlife left us all alone. We moved on, while I excelled in battle training Whitepaw surpassed me in hunting. We were the perfect pair, I could protect her while she caught food for us. Still young I seemed to be growing exponentially, I weighed almost double what my sister did. I was made fun of, called fat and other cruel names. Whitepaw tried ticking up for me but I didn't need her help. A warrior, I've forgotten her name now but it's not important, shoved me away from the fresh kill pile saying I was already fat enough and that if I continued to eat the way I did I would be as soft as a housepet. Well I showed her, I leaped upon her back and pinned her snide little face to the ground, "I'm not fat you stupid she-cat I'm just big!" I snarled releasing my grip and snatching up my food I strolled away. That was the last of the taunts. I think I even got some respect from the warriors for standing up for myself. Redthorn thought it was very amusing. Before I knew it I was given an assignment, sent to hunt as much as I could before nightfall. I was going to fail I knew that much, my hunting skills were lacking. I practically raced for the Meadowclan border. There was a small field on our side of the border there that I could hunt in rather well. I caught a small rabbit right off the bat and was thrilled about it. Maybe I would pass after all! Driven by the ambition to become a warrior I caught a mouse as well, then there trouble started. A patrol of Meadow clan warriors came strolling by, noticing my rabbit laid out on a rock they automatically assumed I had stolen it. A big fellow barged into my face and I lost it, I attacked the Meadow clan warrior. We fought viciously. I was large enough that he didn't seem to care that I was still an apprentice. I tore his ear, he slit my throat. It wasn't deep enough to kill me but it hurt so bad. Red thorn, who had been following me intervened heaving the bloody warrior back across the scent line he rushed to my side. I was panting, blood pumping from the gash at my neck. Thinking quickly my mentor saved my life that day. Pressing a bundle of dry grass across the wound he stopped the bleeding long enough to get me back to camp. I had forgotten about my prey and had to send Whitepaw to go collect it for me. I had failed, I was never going to become a warrior.

Thee days later my wound was healed enough to allow my freedom from the medicine cat's den. I was still crushed thinking I would never hear my warrior name called for the first time. The leader met me as I set foot from the den, he looked me over and sniffed my healing wound. "That's going to leave a nasty scar." He told me. Flicking his tail he led me to our meeting place and called the clan together. I thought I was in for a public scolding. I drew myself up to my considerable height and met the stares of my clanmates. I was not ashamed of getting in a fight. Even my proud stance wavered when I heard him tell the clan that I was to be a warrior. Darkscar! My name was now Darkscar. They clan cheered even my sister who hadn't been named a warrior yet called my name. I kept vigil over the camp that night and all was well. Becoming a warrior was all I had wanted up until this point. To prove wrong all the doubters. The moons seemed to fly by after that. Whitepaw was soon Whitefire, and joined me in the warriors den. Driving off a fox that had attacked a lone apprentice earned me a new scar on my foreleg. I scar easily I guess. She earned her warrior's name that day. Bluefox I think she was called. It seemed mere days after the dark pink scar had formed that I was given another. A falling rock struck my back, its jagged edges slicing it deeply across my spine. The medicine cat says I was lucky not to have my back broken. I had seen the jagged chunk of boulder tumbling towards my patrol and shoved a fellow warrior away saving her from the blow so the ugly new scar was worth the pain.

I was given an apprentice of my own, a small scrap of she-cat she wasn't much but I taught her well. Always very outgoing and helpful I was the love of the she-cats, I know I'm handsome but sheesh lay off the pelt ladies. At the ripe age of 23 moons I had finally finished growing. Towering above my sister I was proud of my size not embarrassed. Apparently I had become quite popular around camp because when the old deputy died I was named deputy in his place. Imagine that a orphaned kit made deputy. No one can dispute my loyalty and abilities to protect my clan. Personally I think I make a fine deputy and I pity Boulderclan's enemies. That is all of my life and I have no more to tell you, thank you for your time.

Darkscar-*Pads away into the darkness*
Me-uhh okay bye Darkscar thanks for the history!

RP sample:

~Falcontwinge~
Smoke. .poisoning the air thick billowing clouds of it rolled through the reeds. Eclipsing the normally cheerful river with its burning stink. The pitch black starry sky is turned ghastly gray. Birds screech alarms all around and the small animals who lived in the area flee in terror. The wind that fuels the source of the smoke suddenly changes directions. Blowing the dark cloud towards the Riverclan camp. In addition it fuels the blaze the smoke belongs to and sends it racing across the earth. It’s snapping, sparking, hungry flames licking up everything in front of it. There are no cats out on the territory for they are all curled in their nests fast asleep. Well almost all are. A single tom finding sleep impossible this night is prowling the gorge near the Windclan border. His restlessness is well rewarded he finds for the treacherous breeze sends the smell of death straight to his sensitive nose. Severely alarmed and rightly so the normally awkward clumsy warrior springs into action with surprising grace. Large mottled paws drum the earth as he races back towards camp.

His ears flattened by the speed of which he is traveling he almost misses the roaring sound of flames directly in front of him. He stumbles in surprise. The fire must be right at the heart of his home! Regaining his balance the tom picks up the pace. Flying over the territory in a frenzied race against time. He has to get back to camp and get everyone to safety. Cresting a small rise his voice raises in horror, he has run straight into the fire! Skidding on a patch of small pebbles his dappled paws spray sparks in all directions. Frantically leaping back the way he came he tries to ignore the burning of his paw pads. His one good eye darts around surveying the damage. The fire has destroyed a large swath of his hunting ground and blocks his fastest route home. Gathering his lean bulk he throws himself forward through the fiery wreckage. Singeing his fur in many places before he breaks free to untouched ground. Ignoring the throbbing of his burned feet he dashes the final distance to the Riverclan camp.

Deep voice ringing out a loud resounding warning as he charges into camp he rushes first to his leader’s den. Panicked voices raise behind him. “Paintedstar FIRE!!” He screeches his voice cracking in intensity. Without waiting to see his leader rouse the warrior turns and bolts back out into the open. “Everyone we need to get out now there is a fire heading right for camp!!” He yowls to his clanmates. Meeting the fearful wide eyed stare of his peers with a steady icy blue and gray gaze. “Warriors and apprentices gather the queens and elders! Lead them to the sunningrocks.” A single call of protest is raised. That is Thunderclan land. “Thunderclan will understand, at least they better! Now get moving!” His huge dappled body is thrown into motion again, darting about overseeing the evacuation. The queens are gathered and the kits are given to warriors to carry. A single queen lays in her nest her two tiny kits squealing their distress as the choking smoke sweeps into camp. Coughing roughly the warrior kneels down and gently braces the queen. Pushing her to her paws. Leaving her for only a second to fetch a group of warriors he returns in seconds. “Take Serpentflower to the river! Float her across with a reed mat!” He meows solidly. The queen stumbles as she tries to run out of the den. The warriors gaze at him in dismay. “Carry her if you have to!” Gripping her scruff in his long fangs he hauls her across the back of the largest warrior. Watching for only a moment as the trio begin their flight to safety he trusts they will take care of each other.

Falcontwinge spins about his eyes streaming from the stinging smog. Only a few scattered cats are left in the camp. Their coughing forms all but hidden from view as the fire descends upon the camp. They seem to be managing on their own. He’s panting now, holding back the urge to cough and choke in the haze. Rushing around the now deserted camp he checks the dens. No one in the apprentice den, none left in the warriors den, coming upon the elders hollow he nearly trips and falls in astonishment. It’s Troutfang! The old retired warrior tom lays almost calmly in his nest. His dark colored tail lain over his nose and eyes to block out the smoke. “Troutfang get up! We need to get out. .NOW!” He yowls in the elders ear. The roar of fire is deafening now, the first flickers of flame dancing in the clearing. He’ll never make it in time! The elder tucks down in his nest stubbornly. Something snaps inside Falcontwinge. Rage bubbling up and exploding outward in action. He surges forward and none to gently rips the old tom screeching from his nest. He isn’t hurt just affronted and angry. Heaving Troutfang out of the den Falcontwinge shoves him roughly to his paws. “I’m not leaving you behind!” He growls in a no nonsense tone. The shocked elder scrambles to his paws. Fear lighting in his old eyes as he sees the fire raging towards them. In his dread the elder regains his old strength. Dashing forward blindly the old tom is heading straight into the blaze! Dismay floods through Falcontwinge numbing his paws. He bolts after the elder and shoulders him hard in the side. Flipping paws over tail he crashes into the dust a tail-length from the inferno. Again grasping Troutfang by his scruff Falcontwinge throws him to his paws facing the other direction. Releasing him and racing ahead to crash headlong into the wall of reeds that shelters the camp he busts a hole to freedom.

The elder in tow Falcontwinge now struggles to reach the river. His one good eye nearly blind from the smoke he stumbles many times but the elder assists him as he assists the elder and together they make it to the river. Without a second thought Falcontwinge throws himself into the icy water. It’s numbing depths quenching the fire in his paws and refreshing his exhausted body completely he swims strongly for the far bank. Troutfang is close behind and Falcontwinge hauls him onto the shore on Thunderclan territory. Safe at last the two cats collapse gasping on the pebbles but their rest is short lived. ‘There’s two more over here!’ A yowl makes Falcontwinge stir. He lifts his soaked dappled black and orange head towards the noise. A patrol of Thunderclan cats streams towards them. Startled he heaves himself to his paws and prepares for a fight. Claws unsheathed and terror induced rage flickering in his eyes he straddles Troutfang and hisses. The patrol comes up short and mills about uncertainly at the sight. ‘We’re not going to attack you we just want to take you to the rest of your clan. Miraculously every cat made it.’ A warrior calls to him. Fur flattening Falcontwinge gently rouses the exhausted elder to his feet and together, along with the Thunderclan patrol, they travel to Sunningrocks. Exclamations ring out at the sight of the two missing cats and the elder is whisked away to be treated by the medicine cats. Staggering onto one of the large flat rocks Falcontwinge collapses for the last time this perilous night. Faintly he makes out the form of his leader hovering over him telling him everyone has made it. No one is seriously hurt either. Smiling in triumph he slips into the welcoming darkness of sleep a single thought repeating in his brain, ‘I did it, I saved them all’

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{This was my deputy audition on a different site}