() BoneClan () Part 1 () Fight for Survival ()

Amberfeather scowled. "Do you plan on listening to be rant about how much I hate you?" She spat.

Scarheart nodded. "I'll see you two soon." He said as he lead Bonestar into the forest.

Silver remained Silent. She was unharmed but she didnt really care. She glanced at the others and slowly began to slink away.


(this plays as she remains silent.)

Bonestar followed quietly./

"No, not really I plan on you being my mate," He grinned lightly.

((PLease don't post videos here, its sort of comsidered spam))

"Are you sure you're OK?" Scarheart asked caringly to Bonestar. He hoped she felt the same way about him as he did about her.

((Confuzzling, eh?))

Bonestar padded beside him, and nodded. "I'm fine, just a few minor wounds is all," She said. She felt childish, hoping he liked her like this. She really should ask.. But she would feel really awkward.

Amberfeather's eyes got huge. "Time to return to the real world. Hello? I will not be your mate. No way Mr. Dreamy. Live on. Go away." She stuttered. She took a step away from Scratch.

Scratch looked at her, and stepped close. "Your injured, your probably miles and miles from your home. Do you really think your gonna make it? Besides, no one cares, no one's looking for you."

Amberfeather unsleathed her claws. "Who says I'm weak?" She growled hotly. She was, but she'd do anything to kill Scratch. Anything.

Scratch smiled, delighted that she was angry. "Someone's got a little temper," He tested, smirking. "And, I do, can't your hear?"

Amberfeather flattened her ears. "Do you want and example?" She retorted flatly. She could tell he was enjoying this, and it made her stronger, madder, and much more tempted to ambush this rouge.

"I'd pin you back down in five seconds flat," Scratch said, unsheathing his claws as well. "You can't hurt me."

Amberfeather smirked. "Sure I can't hurt you, Physicly(sp) But who said mentally?" She sneered.

(Physically. I think. xDD)

Scratch looked at her. She was quite an intruiging cat. "How are you going to do that?"

Amberfeather curled her tail. "I'm a medicine cat. Secret is my personality." She smirked.

Scratch huffed. "Your bluffing."

Amberfeather smiled. "Prove it." She sneered, her whiskers twitching.

"Right back atcha," Scratch shot back, his fur bristling.

Amberfeather grinned. "Hmm. Maybe I shouldn't. You are already Mentally damaged, if you think I'm going to be your mate. So. I'll just go now." She hissed, and whispped around.

Scratch grinned, and pounced, pinning her down on the ground easily. "Would it be better to die? Maybe I'll let you go back to your Clan, someday. Are you really gonna cause all that greif in your Clan when they find your, dead, near camp or something like that?"

((Are we gonna do a timeskip or whats?)

(-shrug- SCratch could do something interesting or something. I dunno.)

Amberfeather rolled her eyes, and with all her might, shoved him off. "i bet they'll be happy when they find yours." She retorted sharply.

Scratch didn't, or rather wouldn't think for a moment. He licked her ear softly, "Please don't go. C'mon, give me a chance." He said, his eyes wide. He blinked, and shook his head sharply. Good 'ol Scratch was shining through. Ick.

Silver watched silently. Huh.