((Sorry for being a butt and taking a long time to reply /shot/
And yeah, in an rp where I have a lot of characters (like this one) its tiring to use codes, so I stick to the regular ones xD
Around this time, Silverheart and Oak go out of Creekclan to look for herbs/Songfeather and they come across the rogue fight.))
Her blue-green eyes snapped open to see the sparkling night sky framed by the sharp bare branches of a tree. Ivorythorn was still laying on her back on the branch, where she had fallen asleep last. Sighing, seeing that it was barely morning yet, she shifted onto her paw and leapt down from the tree. Venturing over to Lizardpaw's dirt hole, she peered inside. "Lizardpaw?" When the tom gave no response, she pushed in further and found that it was empty. Hissing, she immediately went to find the mouse-brained youngling. Following the tom's scent was a bit diffucult, as it seemed to be coming from under ground.
The scent trail stopped only a fair distance away from Stormclan, and Ivorythorn had begun to think Lizardpaw had just gone on without her. She hissed again and saw two eyes glowing within a bush. The silver-tabby dropped into a crouch and silently slithered closer and closer to his hiding place, and once she was close enough, swiped her paw out unsheathed as if to drag the tom out of the bush.
"What in all of Bloodclan's name do you think you're doing?" She yowled, fur bristling, "Do you realize how dangerous it can be for a mouse-brained little whelp like you?"
Stripedpaw's eyes narrowed at Kestrelpaw, "Well answer m-"
A ghost slipped under her and came out between her front paws. It was when they touched noses that Stripedpaw realized it was no ghost at all. First, she was shocked, jumping away and blinking as if she was seeing some hallucination. White and black with violet eyes, same as when she had last seen her. Her eyes changed from surprise to a strange warmth.
"S-Songpaw?" She mewed feverishly, moving forward and brushing noses again. "Songpaw! Ries! You're--Alive!" The calico-tabby's heart exploded in joy as she tackle-hugged the she-cat, bringing them both down into the snow.
Bluebird withdrew, ears laid back as she watched her brother's outburst. Her eyes held pain and confusion, but she was at a loss for words. I miss Jetblack... She tilted her head so she could see her brother's face better, but only saw pure apathy. He felt nothing for any of the cats here, except for Cloverpaw and herself. She shook her head. "You don't mean that," She said softly, her voice dying down as she doubted her own words. Eyesore might have just given up on everything except for the two cats in the world he swore to protect. Sighing, she placed a paw over his head and closed her eyes, trying not to give away her inner turmoil. There was nothing here for her or her brother. It might even be dangerous. The death of Rainfrost could not have been pure accident or by natural means, she had been hearing the speculation of murderers from her place in the medicine cat den.
Of course, they wouldn't be able to accuse Eyesore with his blindess, nor Bluebird, for she had stayed by his side ever since the accident. But that wouldn't stop some of the more irrational cats of attacking them out of rage.
Foxpaw was suddenly being held down by a firm paw, and as he squirmed he saw the flash of blue-grey fur and a collar embellished with teeth: Riverstorm.
"Ravensong! We found them!" The blue-tabby yowled, reeling back in pain when Foxpaw nicked him in the chest with his claws. Riverstorm swatted him back, leaving three deep cuts across his shoulder. Wincing, the orange-tabby looked frantically around for his sisters and only had time to see Lionpaw being snatched up by none other than Redear.
Riverstorm's eyes flashed, completely livid, as a crowd of strangers swarmed in, surrounding the five cats. A growl resonated from his throat as he swatted Foxpaw away, looking for an escape route though there was none. He stepped in front of Redear in a defensive stance, unsheathing his paws to show that he meant business. His gaze locked on one particular cat, Facilier.
"I'm going to kill you painfully as possible. Sorry to crash into your party, clan cats but I'm going to end it my way. So it's going to be three of you against a group of rouges, eh?"
"Five to be exact, but numbers don't mattter when you have a bunch of soft kitty pets on your side," Riverstorm snarled ferociously, lashing his tail. He crouched down, muscles bunching in his legs and pushed off, lunging at Facilier and starting the battle.
