() BoneClan () Part 2 () Sounds Like Fun! NOT. () ((OPEN!))

Silver was the first to yowl her protest against Scratchpaw being kidnapped. "We should send a few warriors to go find him! WE MUST NOW BE WEAKENED! WE MUST TAKE BACK OUR CLAN MEMBER!" She snarled in defaince.

Bonestar waited for her to quiet down. "I understand that, but.. We don't know where they went. Blood stench overpowered everything else, and no tracks of them leaving were left behind,"

Silver went silent. She was a good smeller, but her nose might not be able to overpower the blood smell. Her ears lowered with disaappointment. She thought somethng and decided to ask. "Can you ask StarClan to help us? Ask them to help us find ScratchPaw?" She yowled qestioningly.

"They came to me and told me that he had been taken," Bonestar said quietly. "But they said I must find him myself."

Silver gave a nod of understanding. "When do you leave to find him? But who will temporarly take over when you go in search of him?" she growled not unkindly.

"Well, my new deputy will be in charge.." She paused, nearly cringing. Of course, she had to pick a new deputy.

"Oh." Silver muttered. She had confusion flash in her eyes but it vanished when she noticed BoneStar cringe. Silver didn't know if there was a deputy or not.

"I'll pick the new deputy later.. I just need to.. think.." Bonestar drifted off. "Clan dismissed."

Silver got up, threw a happy/confused glance at BoneStar and padded off and disappeared as she went to resume her hunting before the meeting started.

Bonestar sighed and turned to Foxpaw. She felt like her whole world was falling apart, slowly, painfully. First it was the whole Scratch thing, and then having to kill Scratch, and then her mate dying. She didn't know how much more she could take. "How 'ya feeling?" She asked her son.

Foxpaw looked teary-eyed at her mother. "Do you have to ask? My father just died, my brother could be dead, and..." He burst into tears.

Bonestar bit her lip, trying not to cry. She led her son into her den. "We'll be fine, it's all fine.." She soothed, lying to herslef.

Foxpaw wanted to believe Bonestar, and pretended to, but deep down, he knew the outcome; Death.

Knife walked towards Panther. "Yes, I suppose it was a better time then, eh?"

Scratchpaw wondered how the Clan was doing, what was happening. He frowned. Maybe coming hadn't been such a great idea after all..

"Now Scratchpaw, do you remember your lessons from us?" Knife asked, not wanting his mind to wander.

Scratchpaw nodded, "Yes, I remember all about the speaking, and how to arch your spine if you've pinned someone on their back, its a good defence."

Knife smiled and nodded. She looked at the sky. Almost sunset. "Well, I guess we could go hunting a bit, couldn't we?" Knife suggested.

"Sure," Scratchpaw said. His voice was dull.

Silver padded far from camp before sitting down on a lush mossy log. A tear hit the ground. •What was she going to do?! Her claws steathef and unsteathed, sinking and clawing the lush earth in front of herself. Her grey silver pale shone the moon color, but she sqeezed her eyes shut and flattened her ears. What was her fate?! What was her destiny?!

Cougar started first, cantering out of the camp.
He tried to take in the air- squirrel, hare, raven... shrew!
The striped tom started to dash again off into the north.

Panther scented the raven, and headed west.
It was on the ground, probably picking at earthworms.

Knife smelled a couple of shrew north and followed the scent, leaving Scratchpaw only one direction; south.

((Forgot how to spell scratchpaw for a bit XD)

LOL.

((Oh.. WOW. xD))

Scratchpaw started heading North, sniffing the air. He spotted a mouse, and pounced, spearing his claw through it. He started tearing at it angrily, and when he was done stared at it. "Whoops," He muttered, throwing over his shoulder and sniffing to find more prey before Knife, Cougar, or Panther showed up.

Scratchpaw looked at the sky. It was getting late, they would all return to camp soon and he hadn't managed to catch a single thing. He spotted a hare, and went for it. He pounced with all his might, and gave it a good bite to the neck. The plump animal lay limp in his jaws.