by TyrannoTitan » Wed Oct 05, 2011 10:01 pm
"Is this it?" Swiftstrike questioned, Arion nodding halfheartedly. It was a small cave blocked off by a (at least to them) large boulder. Crude as it may be, the rogues knew what they were doing: the boulder could only be moved from side to side, preventing anything caught inside from being able to free itself. Nudging the rogue leader sharply in the direction of the boulder, the two cats managed to heave the rock aside, a rush of air spilling out as they did, taking their breath away. A few hushed murmurs were heard from within, and Swiftstrike's heart leapt at the thought they were all alive and well. "Inside. Now." the deputy growled, not about to leave Arion alone for any length of time. Begrudgingly the tom complied, the two filing into the cave as they followed the sounds a short distance inward. Sure enough, they could see a small group of cats huddled in the back of the cave, who looked up fearfully upon seeing them. "Swiftstrike?" a low, hoarse voice called out from the back of them, and although it sounded different in a way, the deputy immediately recognized it as Cyclostar. "Cyclostar!" Swiftstrike meowed as he ran toward Windclan's beloved leader. The deputy was too caught up in his happiness to notice at first that Cyclostar seemed older then he last saw him. Although he knew his leader had a lot of moons behind him, he always carried himself like a cat that just became a warrior: confident and strong, no matter the age. Now it seemed like his true age was finally getting the best of him. "Swiftstrike...its good to see you..." the Windclan leader croaked, sounding more sickly then he appeared. Considering there was no water in sight, Swiftstrike was not surprised, but definitely concerned, by this fact. "And...Tailwind?" Cyclostar continued, spying his son sitting a short distance away. He smiled. "I knew you would see sense...you...you aren't like them." Windclan's leader breathed, and for once, Arion frowned deeply. Despite all that had happened, his father was able to believe that Arion came back on his own accord.
"Cyclostar, we need to get you and the others out of here. We need to get to the river, you need water." Swiftstrike growled, his face deadly serious. He hadn't the time to explain how they came to this situation, these cats needed immediate care. It was then that he realized what others were being kept here. All of the cats around him seemed to be of a similar age to Cyclostar, and in some cases, were laying protectively around small kits that should not be without their mother, let alone outside the camp. It was if Tailwind rounded up all those he deemed a liability and dumped them here. "Disgusting little maggot..." the Windclan deputy growled beneath his breath, glaring hatefully at Arion, who continued to frown. Thankfully, Cyclostar did not hear him, and instead rose shakily to his paws. "You're right...we need to get these kits back to the camp, quickly..." the Windclan leader meowed, trying to force away any signs of weakness...