[Fawn]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #1A1A1A; border-radius: 35px;] [STYLE=height: 250px; width: 460px; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.7; border-radius: 30px; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Frogpaw-Header.jpg);][/style][STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -30px; letter-spacing: -3px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;]YOU ONLY GOT ONE LIFE TO LEAD[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]SO DON'T TAKE FOR GRANTED THE LITTLE THINGS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-right: 13px; margin-left: 13px; text-align: justify; background-color: #99FF99; padding: 13px; color: #000000; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.95; margin-bottom: 1px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px;] The return trip to NightClan's camp was slow-going, but Frogpaw wasn't complaining. How could she? Darkpaw couldn't help his injuries, and while she was unused to having to support another cat's weight besides her own, Frogpaw was coping well with their 7-legged march in Blackwolf's wake, the hackles still raised on the warrior, the vigilance he was exhibiting actually kind of comforting. While she immediately began to lead Darkpaw to the Medicine Cat's den, Blackwolf diverted and made a beeline straight for Ravenstar's. Poking his head in through the brambles, he mewed in a low, serious tone. "Ravenstar? A quick word, if you're not busy." Though his voice lacked it's usual casual drawl, it wasn't meant to cause any alarm, just convey that something had indeed happened. That something had been handled, and had bleed to death on the forest floor, but still, it had indeed occurred, and Blackwolf was going to report it. "Are you holding up okay?" The dappled she-cat mewed, her face alight with concern, her paws steady as they came to a rest outside of Smokefur's den. Though the scratch she'd gotten from Komodo's fangs had started to sting out in the chilly air, Frogpaw was ignoring it. She could have Smokefur look at after she'd seen to her fearless black-furred friend here. Every time she saw him hold up his injured leg, a stab of guilt would shoot through her whole being like jumping into an icy river. Swallowing hard, Frogpaw drew in a calming breath, trying to steady her nerves. She should just be grateful it hadn't been worse than him spraining, hopefully not breaking a leg. Oh but they were close to becoming warriors... Just a few more moons, she didn't want his warrior ceremony to be delayed. He didn't deserve that. She...didn't want to move on from the apprentices' den without him. OOC: ^^; short, my bad. [/style][STYLE=width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; color: #565656; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: 0px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 3px; opacity: 0.9;]made by kiwii at btn & ote![/style]

[Insidious]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 402px; background-color: #121212; border-radius: 30 30 30 30px;] [STYLE=width: 360px; margin: 20 21 0 21px; height: 140px; border-radius: 30 30 0 0px; background-color: #303030; border-left: 2px solid #330000;][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 30 0 0 0px; border: 10px solid #000000; margin: 10 10 10 10px; background-image: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/4t7fdj.jpg); float: left;] [/style] [STYLE= width: 215px; float: right; margin: 35px 5px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 24px; line-height: 90%; text-align: justify; color: #8B8989; text-shadow: #330000 -3px -4px 2px;] Darkpaw; Nightclan Apprentice of Eight Moons.[/style][/style][STYLE= width: 344px; margin: 15px 21 0 21px; background-color: #303030; padding: 7 7 6 9px; border-left: 2px solid #330000; font-family: Verdana; color: #8B8989; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;]The pace to camp was far slower than Darkpaw would have preferred. Feeling useless wasn't exactly something he enjoyed, but, he knew it was a feeling he'd need to cope with for the next little while. His light gray eyes glazed over; while others continued training and working their way up to being proud Nightclan warriors... he'd most likely be required to stay put in the medicine den so his limb could heal properly. Under any other circumstance, Darkpaw wouldn't be the least bit pleased about his current scenario. But, he'd taken the hit for Frogpaw. He needed to remember that he preferred him being in this position vs. her, that thought would at least make it have purpose. Arriving at camp, Blackwolf took a separate route toward Ravenstar's den whereas Frogpaw immediately started padding for the medicine den. A part of Darkpaw was curious to see what Ravenstar would have to say about the entire situation. But, he didn't necessarily have a choice in the matter because his walking guide was persistently leading him elsewhere. The duo ducked into the medicine den, Darkpaw taking a quick glance around. He was somehow reassured by simply knowing he'd made it to the den safely. Now, his injury could be tended to and hopefully begin its healing process. The sooner the better. Hearing Frogpaw's voice, Darkpaw's small, obsidian ears pricked eagerly, turning his head toward the she-cat. Her concern was visibly inscribed into her expression, but, it was clear she was trying to remain strong. A small smirk tugged the corner of Darkpaw's lips upward, sparing a glance back toward his dislocated leg as he lightly held it in the air for examination from his own perspective. “Quite well, I'd say.” A soft sigh departed from his mouth, turning his attention back to Frogpaw. “It's doesn't hurt all that much. I should be fine in no time.” He forced a comforting grin, trying his best to lighten Frogpaw's mood. Darkpaw unwillingly placed his leg on the ground to take his act of reassurance a tad farther, but, the shock that bolted through his body was a clear surprise to him as a small whimper of pain exited his jaws. Returning the limb to its hovering position, he glanced around for Smokefur. If his limb was broken... he knew the true pain hadn't even arrived yet. Darkpaw was no medicine cat, but, he was pretty sure dislocated limbs had to be popped back into placement. A shiver ran down his spinal chord, attempting to focus his mind on instead, finding a comfortable patient bed to sit tight upon. [/style] [STYLE=width: 350px; margin: 15 21 20 21px; background-color: #303030; color: #8B8989; border-radius: 0 0 30 30px; padding: 5 4 10 6px; border-left: 2px solid #330000; text-align: center; height: 25px; overflow: auto;]† Tags † Words † Thoughts † [/style]

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Fur, fur, so much StarClan forsaken fur! She hated it! Though it was at least helpful during leafbare… she stayed quite a lot warmer than many of her short-furred Clanmates, especially since she slept alone without others around for further warmth. Ravenstar paused in her grooming to huff indignantly and take a short turn about her nest. Her breath came out in a white fog, testifying to the freezing air. Rest… she had encouraged her cats to rest any time they could to reserve energy for hunting. It was hard enough for a cat to come back with so much as a mouse tail at the moment and it was hardly even a moon into leaf-bare. They needed all the energy they could get. Her cats were starting to grow thinner. It was not horribly noticeable just yet, but it was noticeable enough. If leaf-bare continued like this… she shook herself at the thought. They had already lost Narrowback to greencough after the older she-cat refused to eat so others could and contracted whitecough, then refused to be seen and… well… it had progressed.

Ravenstar was attempting to lead by example, so to speak, and had only just woken and was nearly finished with her grooming, just about ready to head out for a hunt when a voice called out her name. She sat up in her nest and gave her fur a last few quick licks to settle a few places that were sticking up at odd angles before she answered, “Come in!”

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Smokefur was sitting in her nest twirling a paw deep in thought her face scrunched as it seemed she was nearly in pain. She sighed as her stomach flipped she was so torn, positive that she had made a mistake. She couldn’t go back on her self now though, she knew she was doing the right thing but at what cost?
Then what she had been dreading for days happened, she heard some people show up outside of her den. It was easy to tell something was off, and it wasn’t just a nonchalant visit. She stood and gave herself a shake, taking a deep breath as her stomach flipped again. Stepping out into the cold crisp winter air she saw to apprentices, obviously they were in search of medical attention. She didn’t speak as she started poking at the male with her nose quickly assessing his wounds. Moving onto the female she made a list, cuts, scratches, and an injured leg.
“What happened?” She asked in a gentle voice as she shifted her gaze between the young cats, she wanted to make sure there wasn’t anything else life threatening she would miss because of a lack of information. She gave them each a quick sniff as she looked to the leaders den to see a warrior enter. She was sure he was with these kits so soon Ravenstar would be down if nothing else then to see what Smokefur would do.
Her resolve was about to be tested, and she steadied herself making sure she was clear exactly how far she would go. She had to know her own boundaries, for if she didn’t how would she be any better then her leader? She was no hypocrite, she knew the difference between right and wrong and she understood sacrifice. Would any other cat though? Would anyone even began to understand why she was about to do what needed to be done?

[Fawn]

BLACKWOLF

The ebony warrior entered the leader's den with even steps, his pelt still smelling heavily of blood, the fur along his jaw stained, but his mismatched eyes were as clear as day, the death of the rogue apparently not weighing on his conscience at all.
"The rogue komodo attacked Frogpaw and Darkpaw while we were out hunting near the Deer Path," Blackwolf explained, sitting to wrap his tail around his paws. "I killed him, but I didn't bury him. The apprentices should be seeing Smokefur right now." With the facts out of the way, the ebony warrior was able to cut right to the chase - the opinion part of things.
"The wretch tried to eat Frogpaw. He said it himself, he wasn't just attacking her for no reason." Muzzle wrinkling, his teeth showed, a few pinkish where his saliva had watered down the blood. "I didn't think he was fit to be buried on NightClan soil. What do you want me to do with the body?"

Frogpaw

"In no time at all," Frogpaw mewed, repeating his words more to herself than to him, the she-cat leading him towards Smokefur, the Medicine Cat looking worried. "We were attacked by a rogue - Darkpaw got hit pretty hard," because of me. It took all of the she-cat's self control not to cringe from the guilt. It was bad enough she'd reacted so slowly, that she'd froze up at the sight and sound of Komodo's blood thirst, but to have another cat jump in and protect her like that?
It wasn't even about her pride, it was about having someone she cared about dart into the line of fire for the sake of keeping her safe. To Frogpaw, it was unthinkable. Yes she would've done it for Darkpaw, and for her siblings, and even Blackwolf if necessary - but the concept of someone doing it for her was mind boggling. She'd never imagined she'd been a situation that would ever require such a reaction.
And yet it had happened today; it had started off as an easy-going day, a pleasant conversation between friends, where the only thing they had to worry about was whether or not Blackwolf was actually going to teach them owl-catching. That had all changed in an instant.

Letting Smokefur take over, the dappled apprentice hovered nearby, her expression melding into one of somberness, her guilt readable in her eyes. She stole a glance at Darkpaw and then looked down.
Now was not the time and place to tell him how bad she felt over Darkpaw getting hurt for her sake.

[Insidious]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 402px; background-color: #121212; border-radius: 30 30 30 30px;] [STYLE=width: 360px; margin: 20 21 0 21px; height: 140px; border-radius: 30 30 0 0px; background-color: #303030; border-left: 2px solid #330000;][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 30 0 0 0px; border: 10px solid #000000; margin: 10 10 10 10px; background-image: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/4t7fdj.jpg); float: left;] [/style] [STYLE= width: 215px; float: right; margin: 35px 5px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 24px; line-height: 90%; text-align: justify; color: #8B8989; text-shadow: #330000 -3px -4px 2px;] Darkpaw; Nightclan Apprentice of Eight Moons.[/style][/style][STYLE= width: 344px; margin: 15px 21 0 21px; background-color: #303030; padding: 7 7 6 9px; border-left: 2px solid #330000; font-family: Verdana; color: #8B8989; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;]Smokefur's gently toned words were soothing for the obsidian hued apprentice, a small bubble of happiness seeming to burst beneath his fur. She was a genuine medicine cat, surely. An overflowing amount of pride and caution expertly provided in each patient she worked upon. Darkpaw swiveled his small, black ears toward Frogpaw as she explained what had happened, nodding after she finished to indicate the words she spoke were correct. “That Rogue had lost his mind.” Darkpaw added quietly, the hatred toward that monstrous creature able to be clearly sensed. “Do you think it'll be...” Darkpaw's pause was clearly noticeable, sparing a glance toward his mangled limb before returning his curious gaze toward Smokefur. “Okay?” Finally, the ebony apprentice managed to spit out the word. He was a little iffy on bringing up the topic in front of Frogpaw. Simply meeting her normally bright, amber eyes was enough to indicate she was overwhelmed by the situation. Seeing that very expression inscribed upon the marble furred apprentice's facial features was very well more painful for the black tom than receiving the dislocated limb had been. He didn't want Frogpaw to blame herself, but, he'd be able to talk to her about it later. Right now, whether or not he desired to, his limb had to be the center of attention. A sigh was behind the rise and fall of Darkpaw's shoulder blades, grasping what was left of his power to drag a saddened, silver stare away from Frogpaw. As much as he'd rather talk it out with her right now, and simply be in the she-cat's presence right now... he didn't want to put off his injury any longer. The sooner Smokefur could get a better examination and begin the task of fixing a badly twisted limb, the sooner he could get to talking with Frogpaw, and hopefully return to his apprentice training as to not fall too far behind the rest. [/style] [STYLE=width: 350px; margin: 15 21 20 21px; background-color: #303030; color: #8B8989; border-radius: 0 0 30 30px; padding: 5 4 10 6px; border-left: 2px solid #330000; text-align: center; height: 25px; overflow: auto;]† Tags † Words † Thoughts † [/style]

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A rogue? Her lip curled in distaste as Blackwolf stepped in and began his report. A rogue on her territory… attacking her apprentices! Her tail swished once behind her as Blackwolf continued, saying that he’d killed the rogue and that the two apprentices were seeing Smokefur. Her pale amber eyes narrowed slightly at that. She wondered how injured the two might be, and would Smokefur truly have it in her to turn them away? If she did, then she was not suited to be a medicine cat at all. Her tail lashed once as she mulled over her options with her stubborn little sister who refused to see reason. What did it matter WHERE the prey came from so long as NightClan cats did not starve?

Her gaze refocused on Blackwolf as he continued, saying the rogue had apparently tried to EAT one of their apprentices. The fur rose along her spine slightly. Of course, she could imagine… if the Clans could barely feed themselves surely the rogues and loners were getting very desperate indeed for a mouthful of flesh. Then again, what sort of cat would try to eat one of their own kind? Surely this particular rogue was simply more horrid than most. It didn’t much matter now, she supposed, since Blackwolf had killed him. To think such a disgusting creature had set paw on her territory!

She stood and shook out her fur, her voice cold and matter-of-fact, “Let the earth have him. No need to dirty our claws digging him a proper grave. We’ll take him to the farthest depths of our territory, where all those sink holes lie in wait… we can leave him there to be consumed by mud.” She stepped from her nest then, “But first, I’d like to see to Frogpaw and Darkpaw.” And to how Smokefur will handle this…. “I’ll go with you to move the rogue after, and we can try to bring some prey back with us since I had planned to go out hunting shortly anyway.” She gave him a nod, clearly done with the matter, and padded past him at a brisk pace, toward Smokefur’s den. She would sit down just inside, curling her fluffy tail around her paws and watching the three cats already there with interest. She would speak to the apprentices after Smokefur made her choice about what she would do.

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Smokefur sat silently as Ravenstar entered the den, she didn’t have a word to say to the injured apprentice? She wasn’t going to offer him support, or try to make him feel safe? No, Smokefur wasn’t dumb she knew that at this moment Ravenstar was here for her. The stage was set for the two she-cats to test each others will, and Smokefur was the main player is this game. In all honesty Ravenstar had to do little, she just had to observe Smokefurs’ next moves carefully. It wouldn’t matter though, the medicine cat knew how this was going to end the apprentices wounds were not something to be ignored if she didn’t relocate his leg quickly he would surely be gimp in the limb until the day he died. She looked at Ravenstar for a brief moment and hung her head as she sighed gently in defeat, “Could you lay on your side please Darkpaw, injured side up dear.” She said in a soft defeated voice.

[Fawn]

BLACKWOLF

The ebony tom chuckled darkly, apparently very pleased with his leader's decision to allow the muck and the swamp ooze to take the filthy rogue to the afterlife. Dipping his head in respect at her dismissal, he padded along after Ravenstar, though not out of curiosity to see how the apprentices were doing, but to get a few cob-webs for the injuries he'd sustained when fighting the rogue. The idea of Komodo sinking his claws into him made his lips curl with disgust; how dare something that filthy try to kill him?

Arrogance cloaked in haughtiness had the tom's pace quickening, the warrior momentarily diverging from Ravenstar to go have a little boastful chat with Dogfang, Hawkbone and Ratfur, intending to sing his praises to his posse before he had his wounds tended to. It would make the story that much more...potent if they could see the light battle wounds he's sustained as a result.

FROGPAW

It was taking all of the dappled she-cat's efforts not to hover around Smokefur and look like a worried queen fussing over one of her precious kits. Frogpaw felt her nerves begin to instinctively calm when the small fluffy black and white she-cat that was their leader approached, the emotional strength the superior she-cat gave off exactly what Frogpaw needed to get a grip on reality once more.
This is something Darkpaw can recover from. No one ever said this was permanent or anything like that. Trying to soothe her own nerves, Frogpaw was completely ignorant to the power struggle that was happening between the two older sisters, the apprentice oblivious to the emotional clash happening right here over the injury Darkpaw had sustained.

Her focus was solely on the lithe black warrior-to-be, and Frogpaw reached over and gently nudged his cheek with her nose in a surprisingly supportive gesture, putting a sparkle in her golden eyes that was much more familiar to her usual self.
"You'd better hurry up and get better, Darkpaw, or I might have to leave you behind with the other apprentices."

This really WAS bad timing, considering their warrior ceremonies weren't too far off; Frogpaw herself had maybe half a moon before she would officially be ready to become a warrior. Normally thinking about the next stage of her life would've made her chest swell, but she was too concerned with Darkpaw to worry about her upcoming ceremony.

[Insidious]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 402px; background-color: #121212; border-radius: 30 30 30 30px;] [STYLE=width: 360px; margin: 20 21 0 21px; height: 140px; border-radius: 30 30 0 0px; background-color: #303030; border-left: 2px solid #330000;][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 30 0 0 0px; border: 10px solid #000000; margin: 10 10 10 10px; background-image: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/4t7fdj.jpg); float: left;] [/style] [STYLE= width: 215px; float: right; margin: 35px 5px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 24px; line-height: 90%; text-align: justify; color: #8B8989; text-shadow: #330000 -3px -4px 2px;] Darkpaw; Nightclan Apprentice of Eight Moons.[/style][/style][STYLE= width: 344px; margin: 15px 21 0 21px; background-color: #303030; padding: 7 7 6 9px; border-left: 2px solid #330000; font-family: Verdana; color: #8B8989; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;]Lay on my side? And even worse, injured side up. He held his tongue to avoid releasing a brutal groan, slowly lowering himself to the floor of the medicine den to complete the task Smokefur had desired. He knew the moment of relocating a dislocated limb had to eventually take place, however, he didn't expect it so soon. Settling in his newly inhabited position on the terrain, the tom was moment's away from closing his eyes in preparation to endure some severe pain until the sight of Nightclan's leader captured his undivided attention. To the she-cat, he offered a solemn nod, blinking thoughtfully in silent wonder toward if Ravenstar was there to speak with Frogpaw and himself, or simply wished to observe the medicine cat in action. Either way, his gaze immediately withdrew upon the sensation of a nose upon his cheek, followed by the comforting voice of Frogpaw in his eardrums. He cracked a smile in the she-cat's direction, having a couple unique lines spiraling out of control in his mind that he ever-so-much wished to unleash upon the marble furred apprentice. However, he found himself once again holding his tongue. Not the time, nor the place. “I'll try,” he mustered up after a period of silence. “There's no way you're leaving me behind that easily, after all.” Darkpaw's eyes flashed with amusement, however, he was, in a sense, being rather serious. Frogpaw becoming a warrior without him was currently the unthinkable. “If you find the time to drop in and visit, don't hold back.” Darkpaw was implying that it was likely Frogpaw's time to depart. After all, he didn't expect the she-cat to want to stick around for the popping of his bone and the agonizing terror that would come with it. Although, he wouldn't say no to the support. Turning to Smokefur, he gestured with a subtle nod to indicate he was done conversing, for the time being. Shuffling his forepaws, the tom rested his head upon their black furred surface. Slowly, the tom inhaled, then exhaled, followed by the fluttering of his eyelids to conceal his bright, silver eyes. He considered that he may as well get as relaxed as possible for the unexpected pain soon planned to shoot through his figure like hot fire. [/style] [STYLE=width: 350px; margin: 15 21 20 21px; background-color: #303030; color: #8B8989; border-radius: 0 0 30 30px; padding: 5 4 10 6px; border-left: 2px solid #330000; text-align: center; height: 25px; overflow: auto;]† Tags † Words † Thoughts † [/style]

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Smokefur heard Frogpaws hushed words to the dark apprentice and after she had made enough space and Darkpaw had lain down she reassured him that everything was going to be fine, “Don’t worry Darkpaw, you will become warriors just as you became apprentices, together.” She said in a hushed tone whispering the words in a gentle tone into the dark toms ear. She then gently pushed him with a paw trying to get him over onto the side she wanted him on so she could inspect his wound better. She prodded the ball and socket joint a bit with her nose expecting small whimpers of pain from the apprentice before massaging the area with a gentle paw. She closed her eyes and thought deeply about just what she was feeling, muscle, bone, tendon and ligament. It was only a few moments before she was sure she had the entire picture painted and she knew exactly what she needed to do as she massaged the area a little more gently. Without warning she pushed down her paws as hard as she could with skill and precision, a gut wrenching pop ensued the motion. In an instant she was on the apprentice shush him in the gentlest voice and giving him gentle nuzzles, she knew it would hurt and she wanted to keep him calm and quiet.