(OPEN)Thinking.....

[Vampirecat]

Raspthroat sat lazyily, licking his black ragged pelt. The Shadowclan Elders Den was a dim, Dank, Moist place to be. It was drepressing to live in and so it had darkened the old black toms mood. He growled angrily,cold winds blew through his thick fur. He shook his pelt vigerously before yelling out for an someone to bring him some fresh kill. "OY!!!! What does an elder have to do to get dome fresh-kill over here!!!!!" He snaped his jaws together hungrily. He couldn't be bothered limping all the way over to where the fresh-kill pile was. He limped over to a bed of moss and lay clumsily down on it. He rasped his tounge roughly over his black pelt and sniffled impatiently.
Where are those stupid cats, he thought.

[fleabittengray]

Runningwater, the cat for the Tribe of Rushing Water, was dozing in the warriors den when she heard Raspthroat yowl. She imedietly leadped to he rpaws adn raaced to teh fresh kill pile. She picked up a huge mosue and a finch and padde dover to the elder. The nineteen moone dold warrior bowed her head and said I am sorry that you have had no food, Raspthroat. Do you need anything from Firestone? Poppy seeds? Anything? She asked, dropping the fresh-kill at Raspthraot's paws.

[Vampirecat]

The ragged tom sniffed the abnormaly sized mouse and the finch with curiosity. They seemed to smell alright. "Thanks." He grumbled halfheartedly. "And, no I don't think I do." Another harsh, loud and painful cough that had plauged him ever since he was a tiny kit rattled his jaws. He spluttered and weezed for a minute before starting to munch on his freshkill. "You're the tribe cat ain't yeh. What.... Runningwater ain't it?" He gave her a ragged smile and rapped his long fluffy black tail around his tattered, large paws. "You're a pretty shecat." He rasped as another cough echoed through the dark elders den.

[fleabittengray]

Runningwater blinked, glad she had caught teh elder in a somewhat good mood. Ye-yes. The Tribe. I am from the Tribe. She said. But she hardly felt like part of the Tribe anymore. She just couldn't remember anything from that time. Not even her parents. All that was fresh in he rmemory was a loud yowl, scares do terror, then a searing pain. The-nothng. Nothng at all. Are you sure you don't want anything else? WOuld you like me to fetch more bedding? She asked, poking at the slightly old bedding around the elder. Runningwater knew it was a little obvious she was trying to change teh subject but... she just had nothing to say about the Tribe of Rushing Water. But, she could remember that they were in the mountain, teh beautiful mountains. And that she had come because she was baord and wante dto see what was over them. But soemthing had happened as she left, something she was both afraid of remembering and wanted despretly to remember at the same time.

[Vampirecat]

He shook his tattered, rusty worn, fleabitten black pelt. His large yellow eyes were in slits. They blinked down lazily at his dry, old, uncomfortable bedding. "I suppose I might need some new stuff..." He spluttered, his mouth full of the finch Running water had brought him. He liked her. She wasn't too bad and she was kind. She reminded him of his long gone mate. He swallowed the freshkill, licked his ebony paw and whiped it over his long drooping white whiskers. "This stuff is a bit old." His said gazing down once more at the dry moss. It looked depressing, just lying there in the dim, dank, dark elders den. There were a couple af large pinetrees surrounding to shelter it and some little bushes to act as a wall in the soggy marshland of Shadowclan territory. The wind still blew coldly on through his thick fur and he shivered. Then he raised his black nose to the air and scented. Rain was coming. Just as he thought it a large drop landed on his tail. He growled angrily "Darn rain!! Why does it half to be so bliddy cold!!"He snapped. He paused uncomfortably, not quite sure what to say next.

[fleabittengray]

Runningwater gave the elder a half-smile. She watched him eat some of the finch and she pointed to the medicien cat den with her tail. Sh eknew that Firestone always kept some extra moss lying aorund. She laughed when Rapsthroat said something abotu teh rain. Yes, it is a little cold ain't it? She turnied with a msiel on hger face and walked ot the medicen cat den. Sh eslunk in, noticing Edbonyflame and Fireston talking off in the corner. But she paid it no mind, as she coudl care less who they talked too! She fetched some bedding adn left in a hurry, sprinting back to teh elders den jsut as it began to downpour. She shoke her pelt out at teh entrance and arranged Rasptthoart's new bedding, tosing out the old. There you go! Now at lest you won't be to cold tonight in this damp weather!

[Vampirecat]

He nodded his thanks to the shecat and growled angrily as the old tom gazed up at the sky. Rain fell swiftly down but the canopy of pine trees surrounding made some shelter. Clouds filled the Sky. Leaf-bare was here. It was a tough time for all the clans and it would bring many challenges, especially to the old tom himself. He picked himself up on his three good legs and removed the old moss from under him. The new moss put there in its place was as soft as a kit.

OCC- Sorry no muse...

[fleabittengray]

Runningwater watched as the old om limped on three legs, wondering waht had happened to him. BUt it would be rude to ask, so she setteled herself into a comforable position, ready to wait out the rain. She didn't mind the rain, as there had been alot of cold weather in the mountains. Well, that she could remember. She looked at the Leaf-Bare sky, then at her paws. She looked at the elder, then at the medicine cat den. Were you born in ShadowClan? she asked the elder.

[Vampirecat]

"Indeed I was." Panted the old black tom proudly. He puffed out his fluffy chest and purred loudly. "My mother, Marshtail and my father, Crowfang were both Shadowclan warriors." He thought back to his dead parents who were long with Starclan. Then his mind lead him back to Ebonyflame, his granddaughter. She had been acting strangley latley. He wondered if Running water had noticed. "My Granddaughter is Ebonyflame. Have you noticed her acting strangley recently?"

[fleabittengray]

Runningwate rlooked down at her paws umcomforably. Well, um... She bit her lip. How should she say this? You see, I really don't spend time with Edbonyflame. We don't really....get along. She ventured a quick look at the elder. What would he say? She alloud her mind to wander towards Edbonyflame, but she coul dhardly remember what she looked like. let alone acted like! The only cats she talked to intimetly and all the time and knew almost everything about were Mudface and Tigereye! She sgihed and flicked her head upwards.

[Vampirecat]

Raspthroat gave a soft chuckle at the she-cats worry. "I'm not surprised!!" She weezed through broken and twisted yellow fangs. His yellow, amber eyes gave her a rare look of understanding. "Shes a hateful thing, my Ebonyflame. Got to have your wits about you when talking to her. She'll snap your paws off before you can say Starclan." Although he loved his Granddaughter with utter fury he knew no one could deny her fowl temper and cold aora. She licked his muzzel greedily as he scofted down the last of the kill. "She never used to be like that though. Always used to be a pleasent kit and apprentice. Though she never took her training seriously, always out with her brother mucking about!" The old tom thought back to the day that little fogpaw died. The little grey tom dangling from his sisters mouth. Blood pouring from the infected wound that had been inflicted apoun him by the rat. He shook his old tattered head. "But her brother's death destroyed all that."His eyes sunk with sadness. "Fogpaw would have been the best warrior the clan had ever seen. " His eyes widned and a look of pure power could be seen in them. "Atleast his death made Ebonyflame see that she had to put every since of effort into training!Every pawstep had to be one toward victory and sucsession!!!"He yowled, his head raised high and his eyes triumphant as if he had just won a war.

[fleabittengray]

Runningwater cocked her head to the side as RApthorat began talking. When he he raise dhis voice and head, she blinked adn stood up. Well, when you put it that way, I guess I can try to get along with her more. But she gets along fine with the medicien cat, Firestone. Runnigwater said, her small gray body quivered with exciemnt that the elder's words had placed in her. She sneezed once, thne she grinned up at the old elder, wondering why the others though him grumpy. She accuhis tom! She looked into his yellow-looking eyes and nodded. And I will train my apprentice to be a great warrior. She said, fille diwth determination/

[Vampirecat]

Raspthroats eyes shone as the silver light glinted against them. He knew this shecat, although not clanborn, was a fine warrior and a loyal cat. She would train any apprentice to be a great Shadowclan cat. Then he thought about her saying about Ebonyflame and Firestone. Now that he thought about it she was rather close with the medicine cat. Mabey there was something going on. His tail twitched irritably and his long twisted black claws streached. He looked at a spot at the other side of the den that didn't seem to exsist in anyone elses mind and he thought to himself. THey had been talking more than usual and he had seen a difference in her moods. She always seemed so dreamy, like she had one paw in the marshland of Shadowclan territory and the other in the clouds. It was almost like his mood when he and Rushflower met.......He stopped. His yellow eyes widened and he looked toward the exit. He saw Ebonyflame walking on slow nervous paws over to the warriors den. She was heading from Firestones den.

OCC- Do you want him to go over to her and confront her??

[fleabittengray]

Runningwater fell silent as the elder satred at soemthing. THEn she turned her head and saw Edbonyflame comeing out of Firestone's den. Her eyes widened and her cat-eyebrows rasied. Then she went into the warriors den, obviously looking for soemone. She procke dher ears, which had great hearing, and lsitened. But she only caught one word. A name really. Mudface....

Raspthorat, is somehting bothering you? She asked as she turned to the elder. She noticed that he was thinking about soemthng, but what?

ooc-he should ask her when we done with either this thread or the Love Hurts one.. heeheehee

[Vampirecat]

Raspthroat spun his big black head round to face her. He blinked rapidly as if trying to get rid of the thought. His yellow eyes gazed for a few seconds later before he opened his mouth to speak, instead a loud, crackling cough erupted from his jaws. He shook his pelt in dismay. "No I was just....." He stopped again, he thought about all of the things that his old mind had just went over. He shuddered at the though. If Ebonyflame had done what he thought she had done then surely Dankstar would kick her out of the clan? His mind paused and he continued to speak. "Just thinking....." He said untruthfully but believably. He was a good lier.

He rapped his tail around his paws. Then he felt a pinch of pain and itchyness on tip. "AHHHHHH!!!!!"He roared in anger, his yellow eyes blazing. "Fleas!!!!!Damit!!!!"He hissed bitting the tail in anger. He yowled in pain as his sharp fangs bit into his tail. He looked up at Runningwater a angry glint in his eyes. "Go ask Firestone for some mousebile!!" He grunted his hackles were raised and his long black fur stood on end. He hissed in fury as the ticks bit his skin.