Twoleg Nest

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So, we go trash a Twoleg Nest.

Er, because:

a) They stole a kit
b) They poisoned our food sources, like the river or the trees, etc.
c) They're cutting down trees
or
d) Cuz we feel like it.

So...yeah. Continue

"Hellooo?" Nightfrost's voice suddenly stoped the cat's happy eating-cheese-and-destroying-stuff-fest. "Did you find the last kit?" "Yeah, we sent a Windclan cat out with Fleetkit," Tawnypelt responded, a little doubt creeping into her thoughts.

"Come taste some cheese!" Cheesefur mewed gleefully. "It smells bad," Nightfrost wrinkled her nose. But she came in and started scratching at a wooden box-thing anyways.

you were in the monster, where the last kit is. anyways,
on the trip back to the camp, the Shadowclan cats stocked up on riches for the camp.
"These packets are quite comfortable", Silverstream mewed.
"And this shiny thing is very handy for sharpening claws," Tawnypelt added.
"Let's take stuff..." They all meowed evilly.

"Should we really?" asked Nightfrost doubtfully. "Some of this stuff might be poisonous or bad or something..." she wrinkle her nose. "Aw, Nightfrost. Don't be such a bad berry," said Cheesefur, pulling a fluffly weird package from this huge L-shaped thing and dragging it towards the door. Then, Iceclover's ears pricked up. "whats that... sound?" she meowed. Suddenly, a Twoleg burst into the room, yowling and throwing things at the cats. "RUN FOR IT!!!" yowled Cheesefur.

AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I just typed up like 3 huge paragraphs and then warriors went down and it DIDN'T POST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

anyways...

Cheesefur darted out the door with a sack of cheese, closely followed by Nightfrost who didn't bring anything. Silverstream ran out panicking, but for some reason Tawnypelt found this incredibly funny.

She danced out of the way as some huge heavy thing with flowers sticking out of it was hurled towards her and shattered in a million pieces next to her. Pity, Tawnypelt thought. It had been pretty, and the cats could've stored water in it.

The Twoleg was obviously female and was afraid of them, but her screams might attract the attention of more dangerous Twolegs, so Tawnypelt grabbed the soft fluffy thing and ran out the door as something sharp and lethal-looking nearly speared her tail to the wall.

~... ouch~ Silverstream ran around screaming. (Imagine a cat doing that. Iz funny) She suddenly saw Tawnypelt spered to the wall. She ran to the twoleg that was laughing evily, and pounced onto her head. The twoleg spun around and ran for cover, obviously not knowing a soft fluffah kitty was on her head.

LOL poor Tawnypelt!

Nightfrost heard a yowl and spun around. Tawnypelt was hanging from the opening from the tail! "Ouch, thats got to hurt..." she whispered. She rushed back and was greeted of the sight of Silverstream clinging to the top of the Twolegs head. "..." Nightfrost didn't say anything. Typical Silver she thought. Then she started to pull the long speary thing off Tawnypelt with her teeth.

"Best. Twoleg. EVER!" Cried Silverstream, as she relised it was fun to ride on a twoleg.

~Whoa guys, calm down. Didn't I write "nearly speared" my tail to the wall? Anyhow, I hope my beautiful tail survives! ~

Tawnypelt, who thought she dodged the sharp blade, felt a spurt of pain in her tail, and realized her reflexes hadn't been so quick. Silverstream, apparently, was riding the Twoleg's head, and creating much fear. Nightfrost darted over and grasped the non-sharp edge of the pointy thing and pulled it out carefully with her teeth.

"Thanks," Tawnypelt stifled a gasp of pain-the blade had gone through her tail. "Let's go!" Nightfrost beckoned with her tail. "Silverstream!" She added sharply, because Silverstream had been having a little too much fun frightening the Twoleg.

P.N.H., the loner, Rushed in. "Whoa!" She cried. The veuw was so weird. Nightfrost had a spere in his mouth, Tawnypelt has a bloody tail, and Silverstream was riding on a Twoleg!

"Let's go!" Tawnypelt called to Silverstream, who reluctantly leaped off the Twoleg's head. Nightfrost, Tawnypelt, Silverstream, and PNH raced out of the Twoleg nest, their mission accomplished. They harassed the Twoleg, rescued all the kits, left a huge mess, and Tawnypelt was still gripping the soft fluffy thing in her mouth.

~um...PNH nightfrost is a "she" you know. it's funny how everyone always thinks that nightfrost is a guy.~ ~oh yeah, i'm not even mentioned in the paragraphs or sentences ( ) above so just say i was busy pulling my sack of cheese to safety...~
There were cries of fury followed by rapid beeping noises. Then the twoleg began to talk into something shiny and attached to a long curly string. more twolegs rushed in almost immediately, and Cheesefur had to abandon the cheese sack to make it out alive.
"Aww...My cheese," Cheesefur wailed after they had fled to safety.

Tawnypelt, Cheesefur, Nightfrost, Silverstream, and PNH were running, running from the Twolegs. "My cheese," Cheesefur complained. "Oh well," Tawnypelt grunted from the pain of her tail and around the fluffy thing she carried. "I don't think they're going to take it back, you can retrieve it later."

A few minutes later, they burst into the Shadowclan camp. A queen (random name, anyone?) had taken Duskkit into her care, and the other clans took their own kits back to their camps. "Agh," Tawnypelt grunted, sitting down and licking the bleeding wound in her tail.

Whitefire appeared immediately (i guess it's okay to god mod her as long as she doesn't look dumb, right? she says that's okay with her.).
"Is anyone hurt?" Whitefire asked, worried. She had a few leaves clinging to her snow-white fur from the make-shift medicine hollow.
"Do you have any poppy seeds?" Tawnypelt asked. (Seriously, i almost wrote poopy seeds.)

~hehe oh Cheesypelt.~ Meddowheart (the queen) "Meddowheart! Where are Smallkit and Catkit???" Silverstream cried. "In the nursery." The queen replied. She brushed Silverstreams shoulder with her tail tip. "They're fine."

HAHA thanks, PHN for calling me a guy! XD

"Um..." Nightfrost looked around uncomfortably. She was in the ShadowClan camp... "I think I should go...?"

~Um, it's Cheesefur, not Cheesypelt...? Hehe, poopy seeds. That just made me laugh out loud ~

Tawnypelt licked up the poppy (thankfully not poopy) seeds. Then she turned towards Silverstream. "Um, Catkit and Smallkit weren't stolen by the Twolegs," she reminded her. "Meadowheart's kit was," she nodded to Duskkit.

~Cheesefur used to be Cheeseypelt. She morphed it into Cheesefur. I call her Cheeseypelt.~ "I know but seeing a kit get stolen makes me scared for my kits."

I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!!!

"I think that I'll go see Icestar." she padded up to the ShadowClan leader. "Hello!" she meowed.

~hey ice, I forgot. do you want to be god modded or no?

~She told Greystripe when he god-modded her 'she strongly dislikes it'~
Silverstream padded into the nursery to see her to little kits. She sighed. "It would be so much easyer if my mate was in Shadowclan. I geuss that won't happen."

~Um, did Cheesefur ever say she was Cheeseypelt before? ~

Tawnypelt tried to stay still as Crystaldance (Shadowclan's medicine cat, even though she doesn't come on much these days) tended to her wound in her tail, helped by Whitefire. The blood flowed sluggishly now, clotting quickly. She sighed. At least I still HAVE a tail, she thought.

~She said she morphed the name into Cheesefur~
"Hi, Catkit." Silverstream mewed to one of her kits. "Where is Smallkit?" "S-she said she neaded to go on an adventure. She ran off to fight the twolegs." Cried Catkit. "What kind of a mouse-brained idea is that?!?" Silverstream cried.

The medicine cats finished tending to Tawnypelt and went to help other injured cats. Then she heard a shrill exclamation from the queen's den.

"Silverstream?" Tawnypelt poked her head in. "Smallkit went off to fight the Twolegs!" Silverstream moaned in despair. "Another kit?!" Tawnypelt asked in disbelief. A kit goes off to save full-grown warriors who went OFF to SAVE missing kits!

"Oh no," Tawnypelt groaned.

"We have to save my kit! We can't lose her!" Silverstream cried.

Tawnypelt sat down tiredly. "Round up some of the warriors who didn't go on the first mission to save the kits," she suggested. "I don't think I can go, though." "Smallkit!" Silverstream wailed again, and after telling Catkit to stay put, she dashed out to find some unexhausted cats.

Tawnypelt looked wearily at Catkit, who's eyes were large with fear. "I hope Smallkit doesn't suddenly come back, unharmed," she told the kit.

"Please! My kit is out there fighting twolegs!" Silverstream begged the cats she had picked. (You can decide who. I cant think of any) "I will come but we need more warriors!" "Why risk our warriors for one kit?" asked one cat. "Fine. If you don't want to help, I'll go alone." Before any one could stop her Silverstream dashed out to find her kit alone.