There's no way i'd ever regret this

[Shima]

(I think I can make a thread here right if not u can spray me with water. Anyone can join in- please do)


Sparrowheart wove her way down a gentle slope, tail held out behind her. The molly had her muzzle in the air, picking up whatever scents she could. Above her, the trees provided a welcome amount of shade and cover. Occasionally, a bird would coo and its neighbor, setting off a chorus of chirps and squawks.

The ground was still wet under her paws from overnight, and the sunhigh had not even arrived yet. Nonetheless, Sparrowheart had set out to the far north of the territory today while she had some time on her own for one reason- to explore. She had set off from the camp, told a couple cats where she was headed, and set a quick pace to be able to get here as quick as she could.

The Cross-stones were a strange place, and somewhat eerie. The atmosphere was almost sad in Sparrowheart's opinion, with the twoleg nests standing unused all alone, and the silent beaten thunderpaths remaining silent. Sometimes, the medicine cat came up here for herbs that grew near the abandoned twoleg houses, but most cats made a point of keeping a cordial distance from the strange structures. However, the closer you got to them, the more strange and interesting objects would start to appear.

Shiny items or simply impossibly smooth objects, some big enough to crush her, and some small enough for her to be able to take one in her mouth and carry it home. Sparrowheart's intention today was just that- to lurk around the Cross-stone's until she found a neat souvenir or got bored.

[Osprey]

Addertail prickled his ears up with interest as he sniffed the leaf of a pile of catmint. He was asked by Larchface get some catmint since her supply of it had ran-out because some cat had taken it all, of course that cat was very much indeed Addertail. Needless to say he had managed to anger the medicine cat and now it was his punishment by Larchface to fetch her more.

Addertail couldn't help it, every time he came contact with herb he just goes wild and the next thing he knows he is in serious trouble with the medicine cat. He pushed to urge to roll in catmint patch to back of his mind, no, no, I don't want to wind up with dock stuffed inside my prey the next time I come over to the medicine cat's den. He jerked back his ears flatten as he gazed at the herb. He made note to return to catmint, but first hopefully hunting would clear his mind.

Addertail flickered his tail in excitement as he heard the croak of a frog, the frog was quite nearby and now he just had be careful. Crouching down, the brown tabby stalked towards the frog, but the frog hopped away. Much soon, Addertail was chasing after the frog with each hop. "Arrg, come back here," he hissed in frustration, "I just want to catch you!"

[Shima]

A sudden break in the serenity of the chirping birds made Sparrowheart jerk her head up. She was standing on one of the old thunderpaths, because she had gotten curious about the the strange stone. Sparrowheart's tail rose and twitched, and her fur bristled slightly. She was completely exposed out here, and the nearest place to dash to cover was fox-lengths away.

Moving tensely, Sparrowheart tried to inch closer tothe source of the noise. It was a cat's voice, although she couldn't quite make out who's. It was unlikely there was a rogue living way out here, but Sparrowheart had to make sure. Picking up speed, Sparrowheart clambered onto a strangely smooth tree stump to help her see above the shrubbery and underbrush.

The other cat was dashing about, chasing something. It was a tom- no it was a tom she knew. Sparrowheart leaped from the log and loped down towards him, meowing a greeting. "Hello Addertail," Sparrowheart meowed, closing the distance between the two cats, "what brings you out here?"

[Osprey]

Addertail looked up and got out crouching position, "why hello there, Sparrowheart!" he greeted flashing a goofy smile. Watching from the corner of his eye, he saw the frog escape. "Well I was suppose to be getting some catmint for Larchface because I ruined the rest of her catmint supply." He gave a gave nervous chuckle remembering how irate Larchface got.

"Well it was either replace the ones I ruined or eat prey stuffed with dock," he stated. Of course, Addertail picked the one that did include eating prey filled yucky herbs.

[crocotta]

Honeystripe jogged along an earthy track through Marshclan's territory, quick paw steps making him giving him a bobbing motion. Though he was a warrior now, and should be used to and comfortable within his clan's border, the pale tom was nervous about being out of camp by himself.

He had only left to see where Sparrowheart had gone, as he always had a habit of following the molly warrior and felt sort of hurt that she had left camp without him. He told himself that he could always do some hunting without anyone else, and decided to do so before he caught up with Sparrowheart.

The cream tabby inhaled his surroundings, wondering what prey was nearby. He could here birds in the trees and wondered if it was worth waiting for one to land. But Honeystripe's nose had caught the scent of a rodent, possibly a water vole. He followed it slowly, deciding that the scent was fresh enough to be worth his time.

After passing through the shadow of an abandoned twoleg nest, Honeystripe could see movements amongst the grass. He crouched, tail raised and waving slowly. The round rear of a water vole poked from out of its cover, and Honeystripe realised that now would be a good a time as any to pounce. 

He sprang forward, unsheathing his claws at the last moment, catching his prey under his forepaws. As it squirmed, he found its neck with his teeth and closed them around it until the vole stopped moving. The tom drew his head away, pleased that the hunt had gone well. He had seen other cats tease their prey and show off with it before killing it, but he had never had the skill to do more than a basic kill.

Picking the vole carcass up in his jaws, Honeystripe realised that two other cats were talking nearby. He recognised the voices of Addertail and Sparrowheart. He set off at a slow trot toward the two cats, having difficulty using his nose around the aroma of vole.

[Shima]

Sparrowheart nodded as Addertail spoke. She wasn't very good with herbs- far from it. As a kit, there might have been a day where she thought she wanted to be a medicine cat, but when a sun had risen those thoughts were long gone from her mind.

"I'm not really sure what catmint looks like," Sparrowheart meowed. "Although, I think it grows around the old twoleg nests if I remember correctly, and I'm heading over to those to do some exploring."

Sparrowheart had her heart set on aquiring some sort of twoleg artifact to bring back to her nest. She had decided the best way to garner something of that sort was to simply find a way into to one of the old abandoned nests. It wouldn't be hard, since many of them were sporting holes in their strangely cut wooden walls.

The sound of another animal trotting towards them made Sparrowheart turn around quickly. In the distance, Sparrowheart could tell it was Honeystripe, her friend, trotting towards them with prey in his mouth.

Sparrowheart called out to him. "Honeystripe, come here, we're going to a twoleg nest!" the molly called, shifting restlessly on her paws.

[crocotta]

Honeystripe flicked his short tail eagerly, though he wasn't necessarily excited by the idea of visiting a twoleg nest, abandoned or not. Twolegs were stupid at best, and he doubted their homes would be any better. Still, he was pleased that he had been invited along.

The vole was starting to make his little jaws ache, so he dropped it unceremoniously, despite guessing that Sparrowheart would want to leave soon. "Hey Addertail, Sparrowheart. Look at this catch!" He said brightly, nudging the vole closer to the bigger cat. 

After a pause, he added, "Why're we going to a twoleg nest anyway? I'm pretty sure there're other places with more prey." He looked at the two cats, fluffy tail waving slowly.

[Osprey]

Addertail glanced at Honeystripe's catch and replied, "that's sweet catch, bro," the brown tabby shrugged, "well, I kinda ruined Larchface's supply of catmint so I need to replace it or she shove some nasty tasting herbs into any prey I eat like maybe a moon." He wasn't sure if Larchface would do that for a moon, but the thought of tasting some nasty herb every time he took a bite of prey wasn't very pleasant.
"Yeah, catmint is stuff use for greencough and also it's that stuff that makes cats go wild for," he pointed, "so you better be careful, I rather not face anymore of Larchface's wrath." He trotted up towards a patch of it, the scent coming of the plant made his mouth water, with all his might he refused to urge to roll around in it.

[Shima]

"It's that stuff?" Sparrowheart asked Addertail, a little more intrigued by the herb. Maybe she could check that out later. Nonetheless, that would be a venture for another day. Sparrowheart had already set her heart on getting into a twoleg nest.

"Why not?" SParrowheart shot back at Honeystripe. Her friend had always been rather timid, especially in places he did not know.

Sparrowheart padded slowly onto a raised wooden platform in front oft he old twoleg den. The wood creaked under her paws, and several spiders scuttled about. Sparrowheart could spy strange holes in the den, but they were covered by some sort of clear, dusty stone. Curiously, Sparrowheart padded up to the walls of the den, poking at the rotting wood for a way in.

After a moment, one of the wooden planks let out a groan as Sparrowheart pressured it, and it caved inwards. The plank left a hole with jagged edged in the walls of the twoleg den. "Look! I did it, come one!" Sparrowheart meowed, poking her head into the den.

[crocotta]

"Haha, thanks!" Honeystripe replied to Addertail, grinning widely. His smile dropped as the other tom continued, "That wouldn't be good for the clan." Despite this, if they were on a mission to get some more, it mean that the clan wouldn't be at risk for too long.

Turning to Sparrowheart as she spoke, Honeystripe flicked his tail nervously. "Well, okay," He replied weakly, picking up his vole again and trotted after the large molly. Watching as she broke through the den's wooden side, he dropped the carcass again and sighed, following her into the nest, skinny body easily fitting through the hole.

Looking around, the pale tabby flattened his ears against his head fearfully. Though he could pick up practically no scents, fresh or otherwise, Honeystripe felt uneasy. "This place is unnatural," he whispered to the two other MarshClan cats, tail twitching erratically.

[Leah]

The black molly groaned at the pain of her swollen belly, but she fought back and continued to make her way down the strangely carved stones clearly made by those weird pink-skinned creatures, whatever other cats called them. Not that she cared; they weren't here anymore. She had to move to the forest when her friend Lace disappeared and she needed a way to fend for herself. She found this strange place a while ago, and always wrinkled her nose at the smell of the Clan cats. She knew there was four Clans but she didn't care which was which. They were all too restricted in their ways and they all smelled terrible. She had to ignore it and keep a lookout for prey, which wasn't as easy as it sounded. "Hmmm... a bird sounds good," she said out loud as she heard the sing-song of the birds above. She felt another ache, and realized that wasn't a good idea. She'd have to find a stupid, fat, lazy mouse to catch. "Ugh," she had to hunt but she didn't really feel like it... she was too tired and in constant pain. "Just come out already," she hissed, "I'd prefer to tire myself out catching five birds for all of us than being unable to do anything all day because you can't just be born!" it was too late for her to silence herself; her yelling had become screaming and there is every likelyhood that one or more of those pesky Clan cats was nearby.

Jasmine hid herself by the... wall? was that the word?... of the strange pink-creature-thing nest or whatever it was. And sure enough, she could scent maybe two or three, maybe more cats nearby. The horrible stench of everything drifting around the forest made it difficult for her to notice earlier, but there was no mistaking that there were cats here now. Whichever ones lived near all that water in the wet, gross boggy part of the forest had to be the ones who were here now, maybe. The scent seemed like something that a bunch of cats that spent their time in the water would smell like. She could try to keep herself hidden, but they already heard her and there was no way she could outrun them. Maybe she could fight them, but she had no strength for that. She got angry at the unborn kits again, if they weren't taking over her body she could do something about these pathetic Clan cats! Should she reveal her position? She's not sure... they probably know where she's at anyway. "Hey, you disgusting flea-bags! I'm back here! Come fight me!" ...oh dung. Did she really just challenge cats when she's clearly in no condition to be fighting.