((Ooh! Lionstorm sounds pretty good. I like Cloudpatch too.
And yay plot twist! Mind if Ivorythorn finds Lionpaw and brings her to Stormclan, then?))
Satisfied, Foxpaw let a smile spread across his maw as he raised his nose to the air. He took in a deep breath, the crisp winter air entering hus lungs. His whiskers twitched as he caught something in the air, "A vole..." The orange tabby muttered, looking at his mentor, "And a few rabbits." He added, shaking his snow-dusted pelt. He started walking toward the scent, they prey wasn't too far away.
Songfeather shook her head, smiling in amusement as Icepaw tackled her son. Once the romp was over, after Brackenpaw kicked the she-cat off of him, the calico sighed.
"Now, pay attention, you two." She gave a pointed stare at Icepaw, "You're not supposed to attack your allies." This statement was mostly teasing, she knew that the two apprentices were just playing around. "If two apprentices are taking on a full grown warrior, what they should do is leap-and-hold. Jump and latch onto me and use your strength in numbers." Songfeather dropped in a crouch again, tail lashing. "Claws sheathed...You may attack."
Bluebird hummed and patted her tail against the ground, her ear twitching as she heard her brother say something to her. "Smell something?" She asked, turning to look, but staying in her spot. Jetblack made an earth-shattering noise and crumbled to the ground, quivering in pain. "Brother?!" She asked in a panicked voice, rushing to hiss side. The she-cat had not seen what happened. She prodded his side, looking frantically around for whoever did this.
A pair of familiar eyes were half-embedded in the snow.
Bluebird screamed, stumbling back and burying her face in her brothers flank. "Wh-What happened to you, Jetblack...?" She lifted her head and looked into his eyes... Or lack thereof. He was out cold from the pain by now. The blue-tabby was on the verge of hyperventilating. Panting, she stood up shakily and yowled for help. "Nightstar! Silverheart! Please, come help!"
"Of course, Redear... For as long as you like..." Riverstorm muttered, nuzzling his mate's neck and drfiting into a half-sleep.
Stripedpaw's ears perked in surprise as she heard a blood-curdling scream. She brought her head out of the warriors den and looked around the camp. There was an eerie silence, then another yowl, this time for help. The calico-tabby walked at a hurried pace to the source of the noise. "It sounds like Bluebird..." She said to herself with a furrowed brow.
"Nightstar! Silverheart! Please, come help!" Stripedpaw huffed in understanding, turning on her heel and sprinting to the medicine cat den. She skidded to a stop at the entrance and peeked in, seeing Silverheart and Dawnpaw. "Hey, I think those Stormclan cats are in trouble again!"
Alright, I'm not waiting any longer... Maybe they're lost? Fat chance... Ivorythorn thought with a scowl as she paced in the bone-composed den. If Sin and Lust had not returned, she would certainly go looking for them. Heck, they're probably still looking for me! The half-blind tabby sped out of the den, bones clattering in her wake, and made a beeline for the camp exit. She didn't bother checking Redear's den first, the turkish vann would usually be wide awake and out of her den by now. Ivorythorn noted the patches of dead grass that were visible on spots were the snow had melted. Leafbare was slowly but steadily coming to an end, and she found herself a bit subdued by that. She liked the snow, but she supposed it would be better for Stormclan once the frigid temperatures ceased and the prey started showing themselves again.
She came upon the Thunderpath and narrowed her good eye to see the other side a bit better. Her bad eye could only see a blur of uncomprehensible colors. When she was certain no monsters were coming down the path, the silver tabby dropped into a crouch. She was just about to take off when she heard pawsteps padding rapidly across the peculiar terrain. Pressing her body close to the ground, she whipped her head around to see who it was. Her nose could barely make out the scent of Nightclan smothered by the stench of the Thunderpath. Remembering her fight with Leopardpaw, she growled, wondering if this intruder was the the ocelot who took her eye. Ivorythorn yowled and sped blindly to her left, jumping straight for the blur of... orange? Foxpaw?
She dug her paw into the ground, stopping her pounce short. She skidded to a stop. Holding her head at a certain angle so she could get a good look at the Nightclan cat, she confirmed that this was actually Lionpaw. The tabby blinked as options spun through her head. She could off this foolish she-cat just to spite Leopardpaw's clan. She suddenly remembered Foxpaw's reaction to the deaths of his two sisters last night... A pang of guilt went through her, though she would never admit it.
The Stormclan deity bared her teeth and raised her head in dominance, displaying her collar of dog teeth. "Why are you here?"
