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Smokepelt | Stream

Anger bubbled beneath Smokepelt's fur. This was all his fault, he should have stood up to his son not run away life a mouse-heart. He lifted his head, eyes blazing and faced Dewstreak "this is all my fault, but I'll make it up to you I promise. This doesn't make much sense, I know that, but you'll soon understand. Please come with me, I must speak with Stormstar a... And I'll need your support!" he was determined to prove to his son that he couldn't be told what to do in this instance. It was non of his sons Buissiness who he decided he would have as a mate.

Smokepelt | Stream

Hopping to his paws, Smokepelt brushed his muzzle against Dewstreak's pelt. He stayed there for a few heartbeats and then pulled away, a determined look appearing on his face. Smokepelt stared into her eyes "we must speak with Stormstar, at once!". Smiling, weakly, he turned and beckoned with his tail towards Dewstreak. He wasn't going to let another cat that he loved go so easily "it'll all make sense once we get back to camp... I promise"  he mewed softly.

Smokepelt | Outside Camp

He smiled as Dewstreak showed her confidence in him "I need you to help me... Because this is personal to Stromstar and he might react badly". Pausing, Smokepelt held back at the entrance to camp "huuhhh before we go in. I need to tell you something. You need to know what this is about... Or you won't know how to react. Besides you might not even feel the same about this" he frowned, hoping that Dewstreak would understand his reluctance to reveal certain things once he had explained. He didn't dare look into her pretty eyes, in case his words fumbled. Staring at gis paws, he waited for her to answer, hoping that she would understand... Even a little bit.

(( Anyone open to RP? ))

Swiftflight is open and so is Lizardpaw right now. Lizardpaw is in his nest and Swiftflight is kind of hiding out in camp, being all sneaky. It's also fairly late at night, btw)

Sounds of thunder pounded within the she-cat's chest at the every first words her crush spoke. Dewstreak's blue eyes widened to the size of moons while he continued, ears also growing hot like the sun. Was this real, or was it a dream? Could Smokepelt really be confessing that he loved her...? Her quickened even more, and she found herself only staring for many moments. Finally, composing herself, she took a deep breath of her own, closing her eyes to let it out slowly. When she opened them again, her gaze met with the tom's determined eyes. He really did mean it, and it really was happening. "Smokepelt, I've liked you for a long time now, even when Lightningpad first had your kits, had Stormstar," she meowed quietly, looking down at her shuffling paws. She actually felt nervous. "I don't want you to feel like you're betraying her, but if you think you're both okay with it, I'd love to be with you forever." At her last words, her deep blue gaze came back up to me his eyes, hers soft but also staying mixed with her own determination.

Dewstreak shook her head but not as an answer. It was more of her saying 'how could you even ask that?' without using words. She purred and cuffed his ear with her paw. "Of course I will," she answered then. She would help Smokepelt with whatever it was he needed. That's what friends did. That's what mates would do. The she-cat got to her paws then, standing tall with head and tail held high in confidence. "Let's go," she mewed, a new found determination in her voice, accompanied by sheer joy.

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Dewstreak stopped at Smokepelt's signal, her mind playing and replaying how this confrontation would go down in the few heartbeats it took to reach their target - Stormstar. When he spoke, the leader's words cut into her, but only traces of anger seeped from the wound. "I respect you as my leader, Stormstar, but right now I cannot respect you as a fellow clanmate the way you have been treating Smokepelt, and with the way you spoke to him and about me just now," she meowed firmly, taking the opportunity to actually talk back to the tom. She had been around longer than him. She knew leaders, good ones. They never talked to their clanmates like that, nor decided who should be mates with who. Her blue eyes stared down into his, head high and confident. She would let Smokepelt do the rest of the speaking. She felt she'd said all she needed.

Dewstreak could not believe her ears at first. Her leader was really disrespecting them this much? He really just called her a pile mouse-dung?? The shock on her face was evident, but it only grew when Smokepelt rushed after his son. She feared a fight was about to break out among the two toms, but when only more words were exchanged, her pelt lie flat again. She was happy when Smokepelt turned to come back to her and choose not to fight. However, Stormstar had other ideas.

Horror gripped the she-cat as she watched in shock while Stormstar quickly lunged for Smokepelt's leg and tear it up so easily. He was absolutely mad! She was frozen until the crazy in the gray leader's eyes dimmed. That's when she took action, lunging for Stormstar with a loud battle yowl, claws unsheathed and paws outstretched, aiming to tear into the tom. It seemed he was not the only one acting on impulse.

Icefang woke up abruptly when he heard Dewstreak yowl. Are we being attacked? He wondered as he carefully walked out of the den. He saw Dewstreak and Smokepelt on the ground. He ran to them. "What happened?" He asked. He could smell that Stormstar had been here only moments before. Did he do this he wondered.

Dewstreak did not struggle more, but a stinging pain was in her shoulder now as blood seeped through her gray fur. When she was let go and Icefang rushed over, she turned to Smokepelt and gasped at his wounds. His leg...it looked so horrible. Ignoring Icefang for the time being, she rushed to the medicine den. She was by no means a medicine cat, but something had to be done about his wounds. And with the medicine cat and apprentice gone from camp, it was her who had to tend to the dark-furred warrior. The she-cat wadded most of the cobwebs they had around her forepaw, the silver strands almsot blending in perfectly with her fur. Quickly, she hobbled out of the medicine den with the wad of webs and started working as best she could to stop the bleeding of Smokepelt's leg. While she did so, she ignored her own stinging shoulder and answered the new deputy. "Stormstar attacked us both. He's gone mad with grief. I didn't knwo he was capable of attacking his own father like this..." Her voice wavered as she spoke and worked. "We wanted to be mates, but he decided that's not allowed. Then this is the result of a simple arguement over it..." Would Smokepelt be able to use this leg ever again? Would he even live? She prayed to StarClan he didn't leave her.

(breconcats you probably won't see this, but I am abandoning the previous Prophecy and will soon be creating a new... Active one x) [also for everyone]

Oooo, new prophecy. I'm excited )

Dewstreak tried her very best to weave the silk strands of web together to clot the bleeding, but there was so much blood coming from the horrid wound. Her silvery-gray paws were soon turned red from her work. Using all the cobwebs she had brought, she patched up most of his wound in thick layers, but that still did not gaurantee Smokepelt's survival. "There are only a few left in the medicne den. We need more to be collected," she told Icefang.

As Stormstar came back to the crime scene, her pelt bristled. She stood ready to fight again, fang bared and claws unsheathed. Thoguh her shoulder shot pain through her body at the swift motion of standing, she didn't care. "Get away form him! I won't let you hurt him again!" she snarled, so very angry and protective of the dying tom. If he took one step closer, she would use every ounce of strength left to fend him off.

Dewstreak's tail lashed in the air, pelt still bristling. She wanted so badly to tear him up, but the more time she wasted being furious at him, the more likely Smokepelt would die. The she-cat made her choice and turned back to her old friend and crush, but she kept an eye on Stormstar as well. She would not let him take another step closer. "You're going to be alright," she told the darker tom then gave him a lick on his head. Quickly, she raced abck to the medicine den and reemerged with the last little bits of cobweb. She hobbled hurriedly back over, like every heartbeat was a race to stop Stormstar from attacking him again. The warrior applied the last web strands she could. Now, all she could do was wait and pray.