Meadowstar | 40 Moons | She-cat | Leader | Location: Moor | Mentions: Hawkstone, Cinderpaw, Wolfbreeze, Pebbleap

Crouched low to ground, her lips drawn back, Meadowstar snarled as she faced her opponent. She felt blood running down her face from the wound one of the younger foxes inflicted on her, but she paid it no attention. Noticing this was the last of its little pack to remain in the battle, her confidence of winning was boosted. There was no way they were loosing now. With Cinderpaw digging her claws into the foxes sides, and Wolfbreeze attacking its legs, Meadowstar bolted to the opposite side, digging her claws deep into its skin, tearing fur and flesh as her claws sliced down the length of the fox. Blood swelled from the fresh wound, and the fox let out a yip, full of pain and anger. It turned to face Meadowstar, clearly not realizing it no longer had a chance. Stubborn Mange-pelt!
Leaping out of the way of its now desperate and erratic snaps, she dove down to sink her teeth into the thin flesh of the foxes front leg, holding down until she felt bone beneath her teeth. Giving a last yelp of pain, it fled in the direction his companions had gone.
Her green gaze surveyed the area, making sure there where no foxes left, before collapsing in exhaustion onto the trampled down grass beneath her paws. With the thrill of the battle now gone, Meadowstar began to feel the stinging pain from her wounds. Her head throbbed, and she shut her eye, trying to ease the pain that shoot down through her face. She had no idea how severe the wound was, until a medicine cat could asses the damage.
The wounded leader looked around at her clanmates, relieved to see that they had all come out of the battle mostly unharmed, although Pebbleleap appeared to be holding her paw close to her chest. Meadowstar couldn't see what was wrong with it, but she prayed nothing to serious. We have to get back to camp and gets these injuries treated. Thank Starclan we have so many Medicine Cat Apprentices!
"Is everyone able to make it back to camp?" She desperately hoped they could all get themselves back to the safety of camp, without any aid. No one here was in any position to support another cat through the forest.

Baywish | 18 Moons | Tom | Warrior | Location: Forest | Mentions: Minkleap

Baywish listened to his sister in silence, taking in everything she said. She does have a point... Although he knew none of his own ancestors resided in Starclan, he knew that his clanmates' did. And Pinebreezes. He'd never really thought about what an impact Starclan had on the clans until they were gone. How could they have left the clans to fight the Dark Forest alone? But what if they knew they couldn't help us?
"You make a point, but what if they weren't able to help us? And after seeing the destruction of the clans, maybe they're to ashamed to speak to us?" He didn't know what Starclan was like, as he'd never meet one of starry furred cats, but he couldn't settled on the thought that they had wanted or willingly let harm befall there descendants. "I just can't accept that they've abandoned us. Yes we can survive without them, but having Starclans guidance is what makes us a clan!"
The sound of running water could be heard not far off as the siblings approached the stream. The trees began to thin out, and Baywish looked up to the clear, blue sky, sending Starclan a silent prayer. Please help us. Show us what to do! You can't just leave us!

Meadowstar | 40 Moons | She-cat | Leader | Location: Moor | Mentions: Wolfbreeze, Hollowstep, Pebbleleap

Meadowstar nodded her head to Wolfbreeze. "I agree. We need to head back." Although she doubted the foxes would return quickly, she didn't want to take that chance. She needed to get everyone to safety. She was about to stand up, but before she could, Hollowstep stepped out from behind the safety of some brambles. How long has she been there? Being the medicine cat for her own clan, you would assume Meadowstar would know Hollowstep well. But in all actuality, she knew almost nothing of the tortoiseshell medicine cat. Only that she didn't fully trust her. She was... quite odd.
Her eyes narrowed as she addressed the Medicine Cat. "Yes, we had quite the battle. Nothing we couldn't handle, however, extra backup would have been more than welcome." Clearly insinuating that if Hollowstep had been watching the battle, she should have gone for help. Nothing can be done now though.
"I think Pebbleleap has a bad injury." She nodded her head in the direction of the mottled brown she-cat, who was clutching her paw to her chest. "She needs immediate attention."

Baywish | 18 Moons | Tom | Warrior | Location: Forest | Mentions: Minkleap

"I...I understand what you mean. But I also can't just change so quickly. I've always believed in Starclan, and trusted that they would guide us." The young warrior sighed, looking into Minkleaps eyes for a moment, but quickly averting them to the ground, watching his mottled paws as he walked along. He could see just how passionate Minkleap was about this. She's always had...different views on things. He wanted to agree with her, everything she said made sense! But he just couldn't. If we stop respecting and relying on Starclan, what if they don't let us go there when we die? What if we never get to see Pinebreeze again? What if we end up in the Dark Forest? He cringed inwardly at the though of spending eternity with the heartless beasts who had destroyed his world.
The most comforting thing about Starclan to Baywish, was that no one was truly gone after they died. One day you would all be reunited. But would they still be now?
Tugged out of his thoughts, Baywish looked up to see his sister bounding down to the now visible stream. Shaking his head to clear the negative thoughts, Baywish took off after her. He was determined to have a fun afternoon. He needed a little break from all the negative thoughts.
Baywishs paws hit the ground hard, kicking up leaves and sticks as he pelted down the sloop to the stream. "Betcha I can beat you to the stream!" He called out playfully over his shoulder as he speed past Minkleap, grinning widely.

Baywish | 18 Moons | Tom | Warrior | Location: Forest | Mentions: Minkleap

Almost flying through the forest, Baywish felt the wind rush through his fur, and his whiskers pushed back at the force of it. He wondered briefly if this is what Windclan must have felt all the time. He couldn't remember the last time he ran this fast without fearing for his life, with a Dark Forest Warrior on his tail. It was exhilarating!
For a moment Baywish though Minkleap was going to pass him, but at the last second he felt an extra burst of energy, and beat her by just a mouse-length, skidding to a halt right on the edge of the water. I won!
"What? I don't think so! Clearly I'm just waaaay faster than you!" White chest puffed out in pride, Baywish smirked at Minkleap, stepping away from the side of the stream. He began to strut around in a over exaggerated way, with his head held high. "I'm so fast, I bet I could even beat a Windclan cat!" He chuckled, not being able to hold up the act for long. He let out a deep breath as his chest fell back to normal.
Baywish padded back up the edge of the stream, realizing how thirsty he was after seeing Minkleap drink. He leaned down, lapping up a few mouthfuls of the clear, fresh water. Much better than the less-than-fresh water that was most commonly found around Shadowclan territory.
A loud splashing sound filled the area as Minkleap dashed into the water, and a second later Baywish felt cold water hit his face. He jumped back with a yowl, clearly not expecting it. His face dripping with water, Baywish narrowed his green eyes, smirking. "You're gonna regret that!" He crouched down, and leaped into the water, as close to Minkleap as possible. He landed with a huge 'splosh', spraying water in every direction.