Camp clearing and Main entrance

It was the night of the Gathering and about time the cats who had went to the gathering,had come back.
The snow that had settled in the morning was now, In most areas, Ice.
Laboured breathing was heard as Switch, a choosing of Snarlgag, came into the clearing.
On his back was a massive she cat. He dropped his shoulder and the lifeless body tumbled off.
He had put it in the middle of the camp where the moon's light, lit it up. He did this to show off this prize! In the moon lit centre you could see that the cat had died so brutally that even the Abbysclan warriors would feel a shiver looking at it. Switch flexed his claws and his back reinforced ones.

The carcass's face was shredded on both sides. And a sharp stick had been rammed in its throat.
Its amber eyes looking out aimlessly to the sky. "Snarlgag?" Called out Switch wanting to show his work to the cat who had mentored him, evidently, well.

OOC: Should the cats from the gathering come back by now?

OOC: Good point.

Cunningheart padded into the clearing, as relaxed as a young she-cat could be. Tiger, her Choosing, followed close behind.
Tiger stopped, spotting Switch, and gaped at the dead she-cat.
"Wow!" he whispered.
Cunningheart, following her Choosing's gaze, looked upon the dead cat and the Choosing who did her in, impressed.
"Well, well, Switch," she purred sweetly, "Looks like you have teeth to pull."

Switch turned his head to see Cunningheart and dipped his head.
"Caused a lot of trouble, this one. The little rat crossed the border and mocked my fathe...Despairingcall so she got what was coming," He mewed pleased with the reaction,
"So you think Snarlgag will be proud?"

Cunningheart regarded the dead she-cat and scented her.
"...Tawnyclan." She was purring more loudly now. Cunningheart nodded and purred, "Oh, he will be most pleased."

'How did the gathering go.'Asked Ashheart.

Cunningheart glared at Ashheart and hissed,
"I was speaking to Switch! Not you, Ashheart." Tiger snickered, looking from behind Cunningheart at Ashheart.

'And i wasn't talking to you" hissed ashheart

OOC: no one has come back yet huin, yay speechy marks..

IC: Switch looked shyly at the dead she cat. PULLING TEETH! Why Snarlgag hadn't taught him how to do that. He put his paw on the sticky neck and wrapped his teeth onto one of her wolf teeth and Yanked. Nothing, Foxdung! He told himself and yanked again...

OOC: That was a fun Gathering - am I right? Of course I am.

Loveless, supported by Grace, stumbled into the camp.
On the way home he started bleeding through the cobwebs and sap he had on, so the first place he wanted to go was the Mender's Den.
Grace looked around the clearing, seeing who was still up at this hour - and saw Switch, pulling the teeth from his kill.
"Come on," she whispered to Loveless, and began to lead him to the Mender's Den.

Sinface, walking behind them, entered Abyssclan camp. The first thing he noticed was Switch and the dead she-cat.
"Huh," he remarked, and walked over to the young tom, watching.

" Happened at the gathering" ashheart asked grace

Grace, being a Servant (OOC: Grace is her nickname - she's Graceless to everyone else), dipped her head and mewed,
"I do not believe it is my place to say, great Warrior."

Sinface continued to watch Switch.

Loveless went on without Grace, and was almost to the Mender's Den.

'You can call me ashheart graceless' answered ashheart 'i don't want a servant" ashheart said

Switch was getting agitated, The teeth just werent- pop!
He fell back and the quite big fang came with him and he looked
proudly at it, That's your first Tawnyclan kill and there will be plenty more!
He padded and tried to pull out the other fang.
To his surprise it slid out. The thud must have shaken them.
"Thank you Cunningheart," He mewed to her. Just her presence and purr
egged him on.

Joy padded at the back hurting all over.

Defenseless at the other side of Loveless felt the relief surge through his body when he saw the camp.

OOC: Umm... when did Defenseless get a sex change? Or am I thinking of the wrong she-cat?

Sinface nodded to Switch - he was glad the tom had gotten the teeth out without requiring any help. He went up to Switch and murmured,
"Now that you have killed, your Warrior ceremony will be all the sooner." Sinface gave him a pointed look and padded off, looking for his own Choosing.

Grace shrank back like a good Servant should, and dipped her head to Ashheart again, mewing,
"It wouldn't be respectful, great Warrior. Shadowstar wouldn't want it."

"Just keep it a secret"meowed asheart and please tell the other servants

OOC: I didn't write it clear, I meant defenseless felt Loveless' releif shudder etc sorry

IC:
Switch purred and looked down at his kill, Silently thanking those above.

Woebringer, calico Protector of Abyssclan, swaggered into the clearing. He had gotten over the beating Shadowstar had given him, and was back to his old self. He saw Switch's kill and called,
"Good kill, Switch! Is that Tawnyclan I smell? Even better! One last she-rat in the forest!"

Shadesun and Fire, coming in behind, meowed their approval to the Choosing.

Dark quickly joined his mentor, Sinface.

Snarlgag came into the camp from the far entrance - he'd been out on his midnight roam, as he did every night. He stopped when he saw Switch's kill, and he walked up to his Choosing.
"Well, well, well, Switch," he mewed in a pleased voice. "This is the most wonderful kill. Why, I haven't seen a Choosing come back with a cat this size since Shadowstar was still Shadow."

Razorclaw creeped out of the Warriors Den to join his friend.
"I'm jealous, Snarlgag," he mewed loudly. "I wish my Choosing could hunt so well."

Switch purred loudly. Finally! he thought some satisfaction! He dipped his head to all the warriors and thanked them all.
He very carefully switched his eye to see Joyless. She padded oh so sadly. He wanted to comfort her and... STOP THINKING ABOUT SHE-RATS! His mind yowled at him.

ooc razorclaws moans mentor

OOC: Yeah we know Its on the Alleigances I think. You can RPG him now.

Snarlgag looked at the she-cat more closely and snarled (still in a good mood, though),
"I recognize this she-rat. This is the one from that patrol two moons ago."

Razorclaw looked at the she-cat and nodded.
"Yeah... we ran into her after chasing out that medicine cat..."


Inside the darkness of the his den, Shadowstar watched the cats with illuminated blue eyes.
He saw the warriors, the servants, and Switch's kill. He too recognized the she-rat. Darkcloud, maybe.
Shadowstar thought of Cunningheart, and her dead she-rat. He knew she kept it stored somewhere. He would ask her about it later. For now, he would just watch.

Loveless tripped the rest of the way to the Mender's Den, but at least he landed in the den.

Grace continued to cower as she mewed,
"I cannot keep secrets, Warrior. It is not the way of Scar." She dipped her head once more and moved off, padding quickly to help Loveless.
When she got to him she whispered, "Are you okay?"

Loveless nodded, and shuffled into the den.

Grace watched him go in and left after a soft voice said something to her. She walked past Joyless, saying nothing to her, and went to the Servant's Den, shivering.

Sinface watched his brother go to the Mender's Den, angrier than ever at his father.
How could Woebringer - Sinface let out a single, explosive laugh. How couldn't he?
Ignoring the looks, Sinface went to the Warrior's Den, saying to Dark,
"Get some sleep. We're training tomorrow."

Switch nearly laughed at the dead she-rat. "Tawnyclan *pwa* They walk straight into your claws!" He purred and took the stick out of the throat of the kill and placed it by his paws. He had an idea... a wicked idea."