Sagey: IT'S MY CHAPPIE
Sagey: IT'S MY CHAPPIE!!
Icey: have fun. Oh, one more thing before I leave…SNOWFUR! GET YOUR SWEET PATOOTIE OVER HERE!
Snowfur: What?!
Obi-Wan: Hello, m'lady.
Snowfur: Obi-Wan! Am I going on a date with you again?
Obi-Wan: Apparently. whispers in Snowfur's ear I don't mind it at all, though.
Snowfur: blushes wow…Is this my surprise, guys?
Icey: no. This is only the beginning.
Snowfur: It's only the—whu?...
Obi-Wan: Are you ready to go?
Icey: Hang on a moment. My guy will be here soon.
Sagey: Who're you… O.M.G!!
Severus Snape: raises eyebrow Hello. Kisses Icey's hand
Icey: Hey, Severus. Where are we off to tonight?
Severus: I was thinking the Hog's Head. It's a bit less crowded in there.
Icey: Lead the way, then.
Obi-Wan: How are we getting to this pub, may I ask?
Icey: Apparating.
Obi-Wan: What's that?
Snowfur: Oh, no. Oh, no.
Icey: Grab hands, everyone.
Sagey: OOH! PICK ME! PICK ME!
Icey: not you, you imbecile! You have a chapter to write, remember?
Sagey: oh, poo.
Severus: One…two…
Obi-Wan: Why do I have a bad feeling about this?
Snowfur and Icey and Sagey: DON'T JINX US!
Severus: Three!
they disappear
Sagey: DANG YOU!! Oh, well. I guess it's STORY TIME, peoples!
"The eye of the Enemy is moving…"
-Legolas, The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that has to do with Warriors or anything else that is owned by someone else that I have in this story.
POTTERCAT WARZ
CHAPTER 27
FRACTURES (MABOROSHI PART ONE)
Bluemint and Tiger were pelting away from ShadowClan at top speed—which meant they were gallivanting around DeathClan territory.
"That was awesome!" yelled Bluemint as she flew over the ground.
Tiger looked at her incredulously. "Are you insane? You could have been killed! Russetstar was after your blood!"
Bluemint giggled. "So what? I just couldn't resist. Anyway, leader-man never said anything about not play-fighting the other cats."
"Bluemint, you do know that Russetstar is a she-cat, right?" Tiger muttered through suppressed laughter.
"Oh! Um…sure, I knew that."
Tiger rolled his eyes. "It doesn't matter if she specified whether you could play-fight or not, Bluemint. You can't go around—"
Bluemint stopped abruptly and whirled to face Tiger. "Why did you follow me here, Tiger?" she asked with a slight frown.
Tiger skidded a few feet, stopped, and spun around to face Bluemint. "What—I—huh?"
"Why did you follow me to—wherever we are now?" Bluemint repeated.
"Well—I—uh—" Tiger blushed profusely. "Um--Utela asked me to take care of you!"
Bluemint's frown disappeared, and her eyes lit up at the thought of her friend's compassion. "Oh, really? That was nice." Bluemint spun around and began to bound away when—
"BLUEMINT!"
A sharp metal stick had appeared out of nowhere inches from Bluemint's nose. The she-cat leaped away with a squeak.
"What IS that thing?" she gasped.
"It's a Twoleg thing. DeathClan uses them to trap unsuspecting cats—like you," Tiger growled. "You can't just run everywhere without caution, Bluemint! This is DeathClan territory. If you don't watch out, you could die!"
Bluemint's eyes widened as she stared at her furious friend. "Tiger…Tiger, please, just relax. You're scaring me," she said in a small voice.
Tiger stared at her for a moment, then let his hackles fall. He slowly walked over to Bluemint.
"I'm sorry, Bluemint. I didn't mean to frighten you. I just—"
The tom stopped and turned his head sharply away from Bluemint. He sighed, and Bluemint, to her surprise, thought she caught a glimpse of fear in his eyes. Why is he afraid?
The next moment, though, she was sure she had imagined it, as Tiger lifted his gaze to meet her eyes once more.
"We should find a place to rest for the night."
Bluemint absentmindedly watched him stride away for a few moments before she realized she was being left behind. "Oh—Tiger, hey, wait for me!"
Tiger and Bluemint stared at the hollow tree for a few moments.
"We're sleeping here?" Bluemint asked incredulously.
Tiger frowned a little. "Yes. Would you prefer to sleep out in the cold?" he inquired dryly.
The tree looked awfully cold to Bluemint, but she didn't say anything. In her experience with Tiger, his ideas always ended up being smarter that hers.
Actually, everyone's ideas seem brighter than mine, Bluemint thought with a sigh.
"All right," she muttered finally, "we'll sleep here."
There was an awkward pause. Tiger stared at Bluemint for a few moments, then blushed slightly and mumbled, "You go first, Bluemint."
Bluemint crawled into the meager shelter of the hollow tree. It smelled, to Bluemint's disgust, a tad like rotting mushrooms. Tiger clambered in after her awkwardly. Bluemint tensed for a moment. I've only ever been this close to Amberpelt, and she's family!
However, Tiger, it seemed to Bluemint, was warm and fuzzy, and made, in her opinion, and even better pillow than Amberpelt did. He smelled quite nice, too: a combination of mice and pine needles. Soon, Bluemint ceased thinking at all, and slowly was lulled into a deep sleep.
When Bluemint awoke the next morning, Tiger was nowhere to be seen. Bluemint leapt to her paws as a familiar sense of panic and adrenaline pumped through her system. No! Don't let him leave, too!
"Tiger?" she called as she jumped out of their hiding place. "Tiger! Damn you! Get over here!" The she-cat hurried off into the unfamiliar territory in search of her friend.
Meanwhile, Steelfang was watching Bluemint run off. He slowly pulled himself out of his hiding place behind a dead bush.
"Those idiots," he muttered to himself with a slight smirk. "If they just run around this territory without watching where they are going, one of them will—"
The tom stiffened. The smirk faded from his face, and his eyes widened as though he sensed an unseen presence. "No, damn it, not here! Not when she could be danger!" He whirled around and around, as is he was searching for some unknown attendance. "It can't be!" he whispered. Then the tom fled into the forest to warn the others of the new danger.
Tiger stopped dead when he saw that his friend (or, he rather hoped, his girlfriend) wasn't safely sleeping in the hollow tree. He let the two mice he had caught for breakfast fall from his jaws. They hit the ground with a muffled thump.
"Mouse dung!" he spat angrily. "Why does she always have to run away? Why can't she stay still for five minutes?" The tom dashed off in search of the pretty blue tabby. The air behind him was filled with his fear-stench.
Perched high in the trees was a presence unseen by any of the cats. Its gleaming golden eyes narrowed as it watched the drama unfold below its paws. It seemed to contemplate something for a moment; then it leaped down from the trees and ran after one of the cats...
Sagey: The next chapter is mine, too! YAY ME!
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