[Fawn]

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[STYLE= float: left; border: 5px solid #bd3131; width: 183px; height: 382px; margin-top: 20px; margin-left: -50px; -webkit-border-top-left-radius: 50 ;-moz-border-radius-topleft: 50; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 50 ;-moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 50; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Eagletalon-TableImage_zps8507355b.jpg);][/style][STYLE=font-family: impact; font-size: 32px; text-align: center; margin-center: 0px; color: #bd3131; margin-top: -10px; text-shadow: 2px 0px 2px #000000; text-transform: uppercase;]EAGLETALON![/style][STYLE=width: 266px; height: 352px; overflow: auto; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; background-color: #FFFFCC; color: #000000; padding: 15px; text-align: justify; border: 5px solid #CC6600; float:right; margin-top: -9px; margin-left: -90px;] Out of breath, the sandy hued tom slid to a halt directly in front of his unnaturally thin sister, his amber eyes burning with all the emotion he was trapping beneath the surface. It was clear the tom had reached boiling point, and the only thing holding back a tidal wave of news and worry and frustration and passion was the fact that his lungs badly needed air. "RainClan," he panted, tongue hanging down for a few seconds as he gulped in more air, "territory flooded - staying with LightningClan - in their debt!" Though his statements were choppy, they were no less important, and the irate warrior took a few brooding moments to catch his breath further, allowing Hailstrike to do most of the elaborating. He was too frustrated and feeling useless to want to explain it all. Foxdung! STARCLAN, now's a good time to start giving us your divine guidance! Those words came out sarcastic inside the sanctuary of his mind, his belief in his warrior ancestors temporarily fleeing, chased away by all of that gnawing worry that flooded his brain like lemmings over a cliff. Suddenly, it felt as if they had a million things to do in such a short amount of time; Falconleap and Fallingstar would no doubt want the training regiments for the apprentices toughened and their training as a whole accelerated. If there was one thing StoneClan needed, it was warriors. Able-bodied warriors. They also needed to worry about the approaching Leafbare, the snow having not yet fallen, but the air was already cool enough that it wouldn't be long before they woke up to frost. If Fallingstar was as worried about the RainClan/LightningClan situation, as well as Shadeclaw's particular brand of annoying problems his betrayal had caused, she'd have all the warriors brushing up on their battle techniques. It didn't occur to him that she might not appoint him as overseer of such things, that was more of a job for a deputy, but whether he was given the job officially or unofficially, Eagletalon intended to run himself ragged until he was 100% certain they were prepared to face anything. Forever dangerous of overworking himself, he shared a glance at Hailstrike. They'd both be very busy from now on. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - words: ### tags: whoever // whoever notes: Time is of the essence. credit: PANDIE of BTN [/style]

[Phoenix]

It did not take long to find their leader and for that, Hailstrike was eternally grateful. Where she had stopped at the edge of camp to take in the scene, the tom had charged straight in, barely avoiding a collision with his sister as he skidded to a halt in front of her. She did not hesitate a moment before joining them, long legs carrying her toward the pair with deliberate strides. Between his gasps, Eagletalon seemed to be trying to explain the situation; since he had bounded straight into camp without hesitation, he had not had a chance to recover from the exertion of an almost full out sprint back to camp. It was not as though she had completely recovered thought, for her own breaths still came rapidly and fairly shallow. The difference was that Hailstrike had enough breath to speak fluently.

"What he's trying to say," She interjected, somehow managing to keep her tone cool, though her twitching tail tip denoted the depth of her worry, "is that RainClan's territory is flooded. We went to scoped out the area around StarClan's Claws, and there is evidence that they have sought refuge with LightningClan. As I'm sure you've realized by now, this puts them in LightningClan's debt." The warrior did not feel the need to mention the implications of this; Fallingstar was an intelligent cat who could connect the dots herself. She did not need to be fed every inference like a kit. But they needed to do something. And they needed to do it fast. "We also have suspicions about NightClan, but their territory showed no sign of any preparations for an attack." Not that she had paid a lot of attention to their border, but there was no sign of any more activity beyond the usual border patrols.

Without a conscious thought, her eyes strayed from Fallingstar to her brother, and they met eyes for a moment. In his gaze, she saw the determination thinly covering the desperation, something that no doubt mirrored the look in her own eyes. There was so much to do in so little time. They had their own apprentices to train, but beyond that, they had to make sure that every apprentice and every warrior was battle-ready. The urgency that had existed with increasing the prey storage from leaf-bare was now almost double because of the threat of invasion; if StoneClan was overwhelmed and cornered to a part of their territory, Hailstrike wanted to make sure that they had the same amount of prey they would have normally had for the first few days at least. And then there were the herb stores and the absolute necessity to find a feline knowedgable in herbs. She barely noticed when her tail began lashing and her jaw clenched. There was so much they had to do and in so little time.