Thanks Tiberious! Yes, i was thinking of that too!

Thornpaw~

I'm back a camp.

And now everyone seems to be awake, after that multi-clan scuffle. Lovely. Now I have much less chance of....

On the other side of the clearing, I see Newtpaw slip into the forest. No one seems to notice, not even the other cats milling about, gossiping about the scuffle. My eyes narrow, tail lashing quietly. So. I geuss I will be able to do it after all. Twistedpaw still isn't back from his cerimony.

I have time. Silverstar is still (Am I right about this?) trying to fix the probalems sprun of that fight. I can do this. I quietly pad, head high, looking like I'm going somewhere with purpose, past the apprentice's den, and into the forest.

I've been in the forest a lot in the night, especially when I can't sleep, so even without my sense of smell and eyesight, I would be able to track to the meeting place with just my memory. The moonlight dapples onto the leaves, putting everything in a silvery hue. I barely ruffle a leaf as i pad through the almost-silent forest. Night sounds, crickets, mice scurrying under the leaves, owl's hooting, is tuned out as I walk. As I walk, I wonder about this. Is this duel for first blood? Or does Newtpaw really hate me that much? Should I have told Silverstar?

It's too late now.... 

I enter the small clearing, ringed by tall maple trees. Newtpaw is already waiting. "Please don't make me do this." I mew quietly. He growls low in his throat, and then leaps, swiping for my face, I duck and roll, his claw deeply scoring the tree behind me. I come up in a crouch, snarling, and quickly make a jab for his face, and then quickly reatreat, leaving him with a bloody scar above his right eye. He lunges at me again, and I roll aside, but he was prepared, and twists midair, landing on top of me.

He digs his hind claws into my belly fur, and sinks his teeth into my shoulder, I yowl in pain as blood blossoms from the wound. I claw at him belly with my hind legs, forcing him away, he leaps aside as I scramble to me paws. We circle each other, panting, and pain spikes up from my shoulder, making it hard to walk. Newtpaw bares his teeth, snarling at me, and comes in quickly for a swipe at my face. I dodge to the right, and quickly claw his left shoulder. I miss, but he turns and yowls, quickly pouncing for me. I roll again, dust clotting into my wounded shoulder, pain making my eyesight blurry, as I come up onto my paws, I sway slightly.

We retreat to opposite corners of the clearing, growling at each other, fur spiked. The pain in my shoulder is so bad that I can't put weight on it. Newtpaw looks slightly better off, but his own wounds make me feel even more woozy, blood matts his belly. "I don't want to do this, Newtpaw!" I yowl, he sneers and answers, "Too afriad now you've got wounded?" I shake my head. "Afriad of what I might do to you?" He taunts, sidling closer to me. He snarls at me and starts to swipe at my already wounded shoulder. I try to dodge, but his claw catches at the wound. I shriek in pain, and he tackles me, forcing my other shoulder into the ground. He sneers at me, and digs his claws into my shoulder. Pain makes my eyesight cloud with red, I weakly mew, "Please! You're hurting me!" He sneers, putting his face next to me, and turns his head and bites into it.

I shriek even louder, my voice echoing in the suddenly dead-silent wood.

My vision blurs, black dots eating at my eyesight. Newtpaw sinks his fangs deeper. 

And everything seems to slow down. (YES, I know, very steriotypical, please forgive me for dramatics)

I tune out the sound of him breathing. The moon's light flashes in his eyes. He sinks his fangs even deeper into the wound.

Not his. It's. It has no family, it has no feelings, it is prey, it is an it.

Suddenly my mind shifts gears. The cold unfeeling of stalking prey filters into my mind. I scream, a long, unending note, and wrench him off me, I attack brutally, not holding back, not wincing at the very wounds I inflict upon him, upon it. It yowls in pain as I sink my fangs into its neck, I was not holding back before. I just was thinking that it was a him. I was feeling the empathy of a kit. The objectiveness of a warrior, the lens of a warrior flicks on.

It screams, I claw its underbelly, not fighting for wounds, fighting for death. We roll over and over, blood dripping onto the hard-packed dirt. It breaks away, I follow, an unrelenting attack, until it wrenches away, yowling, "Thornpaw, please stop!" The sound of his mew shakes me back. Reality drifts back in. I stop, staring at him, only now feeling the wounds he has inflicted upon me. He stands, swaying, a few tail-lengths away from me. He's shaking, one of his ears are torn, several wounds are inflicted upon his hindquarters. His belly is matted with so much blood, I can see all the pain he's in. I acutely feel the double-pain of all my, and his, wounds combined. I feel like one giant aching wound.

I'm shaking too. "I-I.... I'm so sorry, Newtpaw, I-I-I..." I collapse onto the ground, guilt stampeding my mind. I curl my clawed tail around me and bury my face into the dirt. "I'm so sorry I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry" I whisper into the dirt, over and over. I wish the ground would swallow me up, I wish that had not happened, I wish I wish I wish I wish....

Pain bursts in my shoulder, I twist and see Newtpaw biting it again, straddled on top of me. Anger and fear show in his eyes, he growls through my fur. I hear pawsteps, and look up, my face and fur tearstained. Twistedpaw runs into the clearing, a shocked and scared look on his face, he yowls loudly, "STOP! STOP FIGHTING!" Newtpaw slowly gets off of me, retreating to the far edge of the clearing. Twistedpaw trots up to me, asking, "Are you okay?" and suddenly Newtpaw mews, "Don't go near him." Twistedpaw regards Newtpaw with apprehension, but steps slowly back to the edge of the clearing. "What?" He asks, impatient. Newtpaw glances at me, anger mingled with the tiniest bit of fear. "He jst went crazy, that's why!" He yowls. "He just," He points to me with his tail, "Tried to kill me!" Twistedpaw looks unconcerned. "He should have, wasn't that the whole point of making a duel in the middle of the night?" He says sarcastically. "And you will get in so much trouble for this, Newtpaw." Newtpaw shakes his head, still trembling. I'm not sure if he's actually scared, or just faking it. "No, it's not like that." I was just walking along when-" Twistedpaw snorts. "We all know that's a lie, Newtpaw." Newtpaw kneads the ground nervously. "Did you bring anyone here with you?" Twistedpaw shakes his head, then quickly stops. Newtpaw's demenour imediately changes. He stands up straighter, more anger than fear on his face now. "Okay, good. You know why we're here. But what you don't know is that in the middle of the fight, when I had lawfully won, he went crazy! He just screamed and leaped at me and started clawing my face off! Most of the injuries here are because of him! He went berserk! And I had already won!" Twistedpaw spits at Newtpaw. "yeah right! It was probably self-defense! And I bet you were making him more hurt, even if you HAD won!"

I numbly listen to them argue. Maybe he won. Maybe he was vindictively hurting me. But what I did is still.... wrong.

Some cats wonder why I'm named Thornpaw. What a strange name for such a well-mannered mild cat, they think. It's because that might be what I am on the surface, but what Ijust did is underneath. I used to be.... an awful kit. Vindictive and horrible to prey, and the scariest thing is that I don't know why. I'm scared that that's who I am underneath. That's why I don't speak or fight or anything. I'm scared that the cat on top is not what I really am. I'm scared that I don't know which cat is real. Is the cat I just was an act? A reflex that all cats have when pushed too far? If so, then why is that not reassuring?

I'm shaken from my thoughts by Twistedpaw and Newtpaw hissing and spitting at each other. I slowly rise up to my feet. "Please don't fight." I quietly mew. "It's not-"

Newtpaw slams into me, hurling me into the tree behind me.

My head hits it with a sickening thunk and it all goes bla-

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Because after a good source of self doubting, it just rounds off the meal with blacking out!

Sorry if that got a lil' too "INTENSE", I always hate it when my writing goes into that whole thing where I think it's intense, but then whoever reads it is like: "Umm.... yeah... kind of fake there... sorta too dramatic to be real..."  @Moonfrost, nice idea! But I also feel like maybe there should be some clan cats in on it too maybe....

Thank you so much! It was actually totally accidental (I didn't even realize there was a cat named Thornpaw @o@). I was just trying to add a new detail to the vision. I although on the rogue idea, maybe Dapplepaw meets the rogue and doesn't realize the threat, and gives him a ton of info on the Clans and stuff, and then he betrays her and those are his eyes?

Thanks Tiberious! No, it's not too intense. I like it.

Oooooooh, Moonfrost, that makes so many questions! WHO is watching Fallowpaw? WHY is that cat watching Fallowpaw? WHAT WILL HE DO, that cat that is watching Fallowpaw? Wait, those all ended with 'that cat who is watching Fallowpaw'. Is he a traitor, that cat who is-Not again Chinchilla. Oh, sorry Pepper. Sooo, just wanted to check who is in what clan, with so many NPCs around..... Hope this chart is right.

MOONCLAN

Leader: Seastar

Deputy: Goldenfang

Med. cat: Quickstrike (Apprentice, Stormpaw)

Warriors: Windfoot, (NPC) Ivytail, (NPC)Sunclaw, Randy, Jaggedwind (NPC), Branchfall (NPC).

Apprentices: Stormpaw (Med. Cat), Pouncepaw (NPC), Redpaw (NPC), Thunderpaw (NPC). 

Queens: Lonelytooth (NPC),

Kits: Snowkit, Lionkit (NPC), Juniperkit (NPC).

Elders: Dawnthump (NPC). Oooor DawnRUMP. Huh? Huh? nevermind. Elktrot (NPC), Treesong (NPC).

SUNCLAN

Leader: Birdstar

Deputy: Navyfoot

Med. Cat: Puddletail (Apprentice, Dapplepaw)

Warriors: Loyalheart, (Npc)Wolfpelt, (Npc)Flowerheart, Dustdrop (NPC), Brushleap (NPC),  

Apprentices: Deerpaw, Ripplepaw (Finally got it right for you, Moonfrost), Scarpaw (NPC), Fallowpaw (NPC) (Appr. to Birdstar), Daypaw, (NPC)

Queens: Leafspring (NPC), Eventail, (NPC).

Kits: Tallkit, Lilykit, Jumpkit, All NPC.

Elders: Riverchaser, Sharptooth, All NPC.

DUSKCLAN 

Leader: Silverstar

Deputy: Quickstripe (@Dayspring, the prefix "Quick" is already taken.)

Med. Cat: Nightthorn (Apprentice, Twistedpaw)

Warriors: Dewfur, (NPC) Appledust, (NPC)Silvercoud, Bramblestrike (NPC), Robinflight (NPC), Adderpatch (NPC), Briarwind (NPC), Riverfang (NPC), Birchfall.  

Apprentices: Newtpaw (Not sure who you're Apprenticed to yet), Twistedpaw (Med. Cat), Thornpaw (Appr. to Silverstar), Berrypaw (Appr. to Briarwind), 

Queens: Ravenheart(NPC,Right?), Ashtail(NPC), Mistfoot (NPC),  

Kits: Featherkit(NPC), Tigerkit(NPC), Maplekit (NPC), Greykit, (NPC), Pinekit (NPC), 

Elders: Mosscloud(NPC), Shadowpool(NPC), 

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If I missed anything, please tell me! 

Merlin's beard this RP is so good!!! So exciting!!!! Hey, I have an idea for the rogue! Here it is:

Name: Oak

Age: 39 moons

Gender: female

Appearance: Glossy, short, dark brown fur, a lithe, muscular, slim build, and almond-shaped pale yellow eyes. Unusually sharp claws, and a scar over her left eye.

Personality: Cold, calculating, ruthless, deceptive, manipulative, an unbelievably good liar, cunning, clever, loves seeing relationships fall apart by misunderstanding and deceit, and twisting others' emotions to bring about their downfall. This is what she dreams of seeing happen to the Clans because of what they did to her.

Other: Her backstory: Oak grew up on a twoleg farm. She had two siblings, Falcon and Amethyst. Her father had died before she was born, but her mother managed to raise Oak and her littermates by herself. One day, when food had been scarce for a long time and Oak's mother was getting desparate, she went across the Clan border to find food for her kits. Amethyst, who had always been the smallest of the litter, was almost too weak from starvation to move. When her mother was gone for what she worried was too long, Oak followed her mother, and found her cornered by a DuskClan cat. It was a tom, named Strikefang, who was very ambitious, and envied the deputy his position. Strikefang refused to listen to Oak's mother's pleading to let her take the prey for her starving kits, insisting that she was a trespasser. He killed her right in front of Oak's eyes. When Oak arrived back home, Amethyst had died. Falcon blamed Oak for the death of Amethyst and their mother, leaving Oak friendless and alone. She blamed the Clans for ruining her life, the death of her mother and Amethyst, and Falcon's refusing to associate himself with her anymore or even acknowledge that she existed.

Aaanyhow.

Ravenheart~

I turn over in my nest in the nursery, feeling rather uncomfortable. The kits will be here any day now. My first litter. I notice Appledust approaching me, with a mouse dangling from his jaws. "Hunting patrol," he mumbles cheerfully around the prey as he drops it in front of my paws.

For the past few days, he's been constantly fussing over me, always making sure I get the freshest mouse, the cleanest bedding, et cetera, et cetera, despite my insisting that I can take care of myself. Won't he just relax?! They're not even his kits! Though he thinks they are. It's just for the best, to let him think that. If anyone found out that their father is in SunClan.... I don't want to think about it. 

"Feeling all right?" Mistfoot mews to me while her kits play about her feet. "Yeah." I mutter and shift positions again with a slight grunt. Ashtail purrs. "I remember my first litter." "Oh yes, you wouldn't stop worrying about when would they come, when would they come," Mistfoot teases mischieviously. "You did the exact same thing." Ashtail purrs, and the two queens' whiskers twitch with laughter.

I was still an apprentice when they were expecting their first litters. They worried all day long when it was close to their kitting. Ashtail and Mistfoot mew happily about kits, and such things. I don't mind letting them ramble on. Graykit, Maplekit, Featherkit, Pinekit, and Tigerkit all tumble around their mothers' paws, squealing and scuffling. Resting my head on my paws, I sigh and try to tune out their noisy gambols. "Why don't you play outside, and let Ravenheart rest, dears?" Ashtail mews kindly. "Okay!" Tigerkit sqeaks. "I get to be the warrior this time, and you have to be the mouse, Maplekit!" Maplekit purrs mischieviously. "Just you try and catch me, slowpoke!"

Gradually, their clamor grows quieter as the game moves outside, and I am finally able to catch a little nap.~~~

When I awake, the sun is sinking towards the west. It's been almost a full day now since Twistedpaw, Newtpaw, and Thornpaw came back wounded and bleeding. Nightthorn never would say what that was all about. Silverstar seems to know, though. Suddenly, a funny pain in my belly jolts my senses into full alertness. Then it relaxes. A moment later, it happens again. Could it be the kits? I shift positions to see if the pain will go away. But it doesn't. For a while, I stay silent, to see if it will go away. But it doesn't. Yes! The kits are coming! "Ashtail!" I yowl. "Get Nightthorn! My kits are coming!"~

Ravenheart(Yes, more XD)~

I grunt in pain, with Nightthorn by my side watching carefully. It feels like ages since the pains started. "The first is almost here," Nightthorn mews without much feeling, but I barely hear his words. Twistedpaw watches with wide eyes. "Go fetch a stick for Ravenheart to bite down on, quickly." Nightthorn orders the young apprentice briskly. A few moments later, he is back, and slips the stick into my jaws. 

Suddenly, with another, particularly intense pain, the first kit comes! I nearly break the stick in my jaws. "A she-kit." Announces Nightthorn. "Ravenheart, are you okay?" Appledust yowls anxiously from outside the nursery. "Be patient! The kits will be here in just a moment." Nightthorn responds irritably. 

With two more strenuos efforts, another she-kit, and a tom-kit lie in the nest, squeaking in their tiny voices for their mother. Exhausted, I pull them in closer with my tail. "You can come in now."Nightthorn calls to Appledust. Appledust bounds in, looking so excited he might explode. "They're beautiful," he whispers hoarsely. "What do you want to name them?" I pause for a moment.

In the pause, Featherkit pipes up. "What about Lilykit for the white one?" "Featherkit! They're Ravenheart's kits. She can name them what she likes." Ashtail reproves. "No, Lilykit is lovely," I purr, feeling unusually agreeable in my exhaustion. "And the pale gray she-kit with dark gray stripes is Windkit, and the black tom is Shadekit." I finish. Soon enough, Appledust leaves me to rest, and I sink back into sleep, very tired but very happy.~~~

I find myself walking in dark clearing, completely alone. Suddenly, dark clouds cover the moon and the shrieking of cats pierces my sensitive ears. I bound towards it, but as fast as I run, I can't catch up! Thorns catch at my pelt. Just as a star disappears in the sky, a voice whispers, "The wind must meet its fate, and dark lies will be born of oak." And I wake up.

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@Moonfrost, ooh yes that would be perfect! Also, because the time between Oak's kithood and now is kind of a big blank, I am thinking that part of her backstory is... very questionable, and maaybe she had kits. Also, I was thinking Oak has a few followers... anyone wanna make a rogue charrie in league with Oak? Oh, and Oak MIGHT be a character that I RP, but she may be an NPC, depending on how much of a commitment Kyngdom turns out to be.

Stormpaw~

I am walking through a dark clearing, when suddenly clouds cover the sky, and blot out the moon, and the shrieking of cats shatters the silence into a thousand pieces. Terrified, I race towards the shrieking, but thorns hold me back, and no matter how hard I try, I can never catch up to the shrieking. And, just as a star blinks out in the sky, a voice whispers in my ear, "The wind will meet its fate at the time of the eclipse of the moon. Dark lies will be born of oak. The fate of moon, sun, and dusk approaches."~~

I start awake, sitting up in my nest to meet Quickstrike's eyes. He's awake too. "Did you get..." he begins. I nod, my heart pounding still from the terrifying dream. "The prophecy."~

Sorry that was so short, I don't have much time. *cough math homework still to do cough cough*