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MOSS & FLARE
now the gun is loaded and you know we're gonna light it up

The bloodstained tom limped heavily as he crossed the scent marker. It was Clan territory, yes, and Clan cats could be unpredictable. But Moss didn't care. The tom stumbled, the action forcing bolts of pain through his body, but he remained standing. He trotted forward a couple more fox-lengths before he stumbled again. This time, he fell hard to the ground, the bundle of fur falling from his jaws.

The scrap of fur tumbled a few tail-lengths away, mewling pitifully. Moss's eyes blinked slowly, staring at his kit. Moss heaved two more breaths, blood spilling from his sides, then dragged himself to his paws. He stumbled over to his kit, picking up the bloodied scrap of bedraggled fur with care. Moss moved forward again, fighting past the pain. The tom trotted as fast as he could, not allowing the pain to overwhelm him.

Moss fell again, and his kit fell from his jaws. The kit rolled away yet again, still bleeding and mewling. Moss yowled loudly, hoping someone would hear him. He had to get her to safety, he had to. Moss attempted to climb to his paws again, but his legs gave out. The tom screeched yet again, trying to be as loud as he could. Help had to come. It had to.

The tom dragged himself along the ground to where his kit lay. He pulled her close to his body, his breathing fast and shallow. He yowled again, yet this time, his voice cracked, the call cut short. Moss stared around him, desperately hoping someone would come soon.

The kit squealed, and Moss pulled her closer. The tom forced out a purr, nuzzling the marred she-kit gently. He was going to save her. He had to. His kit was going to survive, even if he was doomed to die.

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"I'm telling you, I hear someone yowling." A deep voice rumbled nearby. A white tom with a bushy tail slipped through the Nightclan undergrowth with near silent paws as he dragged his, clearly, annoyed sister on a journey towards the borderline. The equally built black she-cat narrowed her pale blue eyes into the bright blue eyes of her advernturous and flirtatious brother who was always leading her on some sort of wild goose chase. He enjoyed to ruffle her fur and she wasn't looking forwards to it today, she already had to deal with a certin tom back in Nightclan who enjoyed to ruffle her fur as it seemed, day in a day out of his constant badgering and egotistical atttutide which made every she-cat of her clan trip over their paws with a stupid grin apon their muzzle. The white tomcat tilted his head to the side, their was a certin look in his eyes that told the black she-cat that he wasn't out there to pull on her tail for the fun of it.


"Alright fine. Where did you hear this cat?" She asked after she let out a hearty sigh, giving into her brother's ridiculous look on his stark white face. He gave a soft purr before turning and leading the way, leading the black she-cat to wonder what they were about to get themselves into. "Spiriteye, we had better not be walking into a trap that some rogues have laid out. We should have brought a few more cats with us." Her bushy tail lashed out behind her as she leaped over an old tree stump from a rotten tree that had fallen down moons ago during a storm. Her pale blue eyes looked around as she tried to hear anything, but it seemed as if all the birds and prey were either quiet or had been scared out of this area. The quietness gave her an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. Her ears flickered as her brother spoke up again, making a fire of fury roar inside her belly.


"You just want Blackwolf out here..." Spiriteye looked over his broad shoulder with a wide smirk on his jaws, he knew very well that Ghostlight hated said toms guts, but it was just so much fun to play with that temper of hers. His bushy tail lashed as he jumped forwards to escape her claws and the yowl of furry that left her throat at his words. Her reaction was priceless, maybe that was why his sister and Blackwolf were always at each other's throats, they enjoyed the reactions and the rise they got from one another.


"How dare you!" Ghostlight spat, padding up besides Spiriteye to knock her shoulder against his painfully, "I can't stand that cat..." She growl before pausing to look with wide, pale blue eyes. The two siblings had stepped into a clearing inside the Nightclan forest to view a sad and most painful sight. There was a bloddy and wretched tomcat curled around a ball of fluff that looked to be a dying kit. Ghostlight padded forwards on her near silent paws to take a closer look, her ears flickered back to catch Spiriteye mumble 'I told you so.' and to catch, 'I hope they are ok...' Ghostlight flicked her tail and stepped closer to see that they were breathing. "Who are you?" She asked with a slight edge to her voice.


"Ghostlight!" Spiriteye growled and shoved his sister out of the way, "They need help. We have to take them to Smokefur!" The white tom hisses as his sister spouted out something about Spiriteye wanted to see Smokefur just because. He ignored her agitated state and turned to the tom, "Can you walk? We can help you!" He said softly.

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MOSS & FLARE
now the gun is loaded and you know we're gonna light it up

The once-grey tom continued to force a purr from his chest, trying his hardest to comfort his daughter. The right side of the little tabby she-cat's face was covered in blood, the fur missing and flesh gouged. Moss gently licked the top of the kit's head, trying to soothe her quiet mewls.

Pawsteps neared, and somehow Moss found the strength to turn his head. Two cats stood nearby, of opposing color, and as he found when they spoke, opposing attitudes. "Who are you?" The black she-cat spoke first, a harsh edge to her voice. Before he could respond, though, the white tom stepped in, scolding his fellow, before stepping closer. "Can you walk? We can help you!"

Moss fixed his yellow gaze onto the male. "I can...try. But.. I think.. something's...broken." The bloodstained grey tom spoke with difficulty, each breath a challenge to push out another word. He nudged his daughter gently, exposing her shredded face. "Her name...is.. Flare." He flicked his gaze to the dark she-cat, hoping she would be willing to carry his daughter.

The broken tom struggled to his paws, staggering as pain nearly blinded him. He managed to catch himself, holding steady until the pain subsided a bit. Moss knew well that, if it weren't for Flare, he wouldn't have had the strength to walk a fraction of the ground he'd covered. It was only his will, his sheer determination to save his daughter that kept him alive, and kept him conscious.

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The white tomcat flickered his bushy tail as Moss curled away from the kit... his kit, that was wrapped up in a bloody ball of fur. His bright white eyes widened in shock to see the young thing so marred and damaged at such a young age. His distressed eyes turned to meet the pale blue gaze of his harder sister, but her eyes seemed to show the same shock as what he was experenincing. Turning his head towards Moss, he watched the tom name his kit as Flare before pleading with Ghostlight for her to take the kit, but not with words.


The black she-cat padded forwards on stiff legs before bending down to sniff the ball of blood and fur, her bushy tail waved behind her catiously before she opened her jaws to grab the kit gently in her muzzle. She turned her head, careful not to toss the young, pained kit around to look at her brother with her now softer eyes. Flare's pain had brought out Ghostlight's gentle side, and Spiriteye could see that as she was now concerned and worried about the young thing living. Ghostlight was now at a completly 360 change, she would make sure the two lived to see another moon.


Spiriteye placed his shoulder against Moss, to help the older tom stand and for him to lean on the muscular warrior of Nightclan. "Don't worry, we will make sure you two are well taken care of. Let's get going." Spiriteye made sure to slowly walk after Ghostlight's gentle pawsteps since she had such a delecate bundle in her jaws. Spiriteye moved slowly, waiting whenever Moss had to stop to wince, or just take a break, Nightclan camp wasn't that far away and he had faith that Smokefur could help with the two.

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MOSS & FLARE
now the gun is loaded and you know we're gonna light it up

Moss leaned heavily against the shoulder offered to him, thankful that he had found some nicer Clan cats...even if they were only taking pity on him and his daughter. He followed the she-cat holding his daughter, his mind settling at the care he saw enter the dark femme's movements. He could finally focus on getting himself through the next hours, if only to be there for Flare.

He limped, resting against Spiriteye, following the she-cat holding his duaghter. They moved a little slower, due to the nature of his injuries, and he tried not to stop. The pain, however, was overwhelming, and he had to stop, twice, just to catch his breath. His ribs hurt, he was certain at least one was broken. He had to keep going, though, for his daughter.

As for Flare, as soon as she left her father's side, she mewled, scared by the unfamiliar cat clutching her scruff. She mewed repeatedly, but didn't have the energy to squirm. "Flare, it's okay, Daddy's right behind you." Moss kept murmuring reassuring words to his daughter, and she eventually fell silent. Moss' eyes dropped, until they were narrow slits that he could barely see out of.

He was tired.

Tired, and in pain. Just pawsteps from what he assumed to be the entrance to the Clan cats' camp, Moss stumbled, collapsing to the ground. His pale green eyes fluttered, before they closed, and darkness surrounded him. His surroundings faded away, and he hung in a state of limbo, not dead, though not fully alive.

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~~Ghostlight~~Spiriteye~~

The two Nightclan siblings continued on their pathway, in a slow manner, which was slightly annoying to the black she-cat who held the damaged kit in her jaws. However with the camp entrance in sight of both cat's blue eyes, they started to pick up their speed, but only just, seeing as how the father to the now silent kit was loosing concious and quickly. Flicking her tail, the black she-cat pushed back some outstretched branched that threated to drag at her brother's white pelt and the blood covered tom's pelt as the slipped inside, followed by the sharp she-cat and the kit.

Eyes watched as blood filled the air, Spiriteye set Moss down gently, flicking his tail when he noiced the blood that spotted his white fur. With a wrinkle of his nose, he watched as Ghostlight set down her soft bundle next to it's father before she turned to her brother with a cold, pale blue glare. "Are you going to go get Smokefur or not?" She snapped at her brother, who laid his ears back slightly at her yowling comand.

"Y-Yes. Keep your tail on." He said, thought he shrunk away when she snapped again. The white tom trotted off towards the herb scent den where he found the beautiful she-cat known as Smokefur. "Hey beautiful." He called out in his suave voice, tail flickering as he pressed against her body with his. "Do you mind come helping these two cats that Ghostlight and I saved?" He gave her a cute gaze with his big blue eyes.