Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

Darkflight · Loner

RE: Nighthawks -STARTED, 3 SPOTS LEFT, BETA TEAM OTHERS, BETA HEALER- IMPORTANT INFO PAGE 3

Duskstar · ThunderClan Leader

"5407," Painter replied, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Or whenever we get back." He shrugged and turned once more to Anya. He did not want a liability on his hands, but he did want her to prove herself to be useful. It was a fifty-fifty toss-up. He also did not want to be responsible for her death.

Goldheart · ThunderClan Warrior

Anya glared at him. "Of course. You can trust me." She flashed a grin at him. She would do everything she was told. At least try to. She wanted to show them that she was worth something. That she could help out, and she actually knows what she's doing. "I can do it Painter, if you only give me the chance" She watched him, knowing he would give no expression, but tried to find one anyways. She wanted to make up for what she did today. She needed to show Painter, Jason, everyone, that she wasn't just some reckless nineteen year old.

Duskstar · ThunderClan Leader

"Alright. I'll expect you to prove yourself. This is your chance. Screw it up, and you'll probably die. Team Alpha, let's get out of here!" He called, even though it was just him and Kein in the actual team. He swept out the corridor and looked both ways before stepping out of the box that was the staircase. He flicked his ear piece on and grinned, another mission.

Goldheart · ThunderClan Warrior

Anya smiled. She flicked on her own ear peice and followed him out, She kept her speed that of a normal humans, she didn't want it to get the best of her. Even though it called out to her to run, she wouldn't. Not unless Painter ordered her to go somewhere. She kept her mouth shut too. So that she would be able to watch and pay attention to every detail, and know exactly what to do and when.

ooc be right back!!!

-- Edited by Goldheart on Tuesday 18th of August 2009 06:25:20 AM

Darkflight · Loner

"5407... You think of the strangest numbers, don't you, Painter?" He turned his head towards the other with a slight grin.
Running behind the team was his job. He was the best lookout, after all. It was hard not to spot somebody if their mind was basically calling out towards him to /be/ found. The sad truth is, however, it was hard to distinguish the difference between an Agent mind and a Nighthawk mind unless he specifically knew the Operative. This was another reason he often hung about the living room in a seemingly endless torture of the barrage of minds. He needed to. It was his job.

Ebonycloud · WindClan Deputy

Commander Shepard lay on his bed thinking things over from this morning and afternoon. He had to make sure that Captain White was alright. He exited his room and headed down teh hall to her room. Finding the room with the words, 'Captain White' he knocked on the door. Yet with just that little force the door crept open slowly. The light was out and the commander lifted a brow in question. He pushed it open wide and studied the empty dark room. A growl escpaed his throat as he turned on his heel and headed down the hall to locate his wayward captain. Whereever the heck she was, she had better have a good excuse for not reporting to him. He first checked the mess hall then on to the locker rooms. She was in neither and he began to worry about her.

Goldheart · ThunderClan Warrior

ooc: in her attempt to not be reckless and irresponsible, she didn't tell her commander where she was =]

Anya stuck close to Painter. She kept repeating in her head, "Be Mature, be mature." She kept her mouth shut. She was not about to ruin anything. Her mind wandered to Jason. She wondered why Painter didn't ask him to come. Must have been because he had such a long night, lost all his team except her, and he was probably really tired. Still, they could use his accuracy if there was any more trouble. She sighed and looked around. Wondering where they were going.

Duskstar · ThunderClan Leader

"Command, this is Warren coming in. All clear on the streets, I repeat, all clear around the base." He headed off at a swift trot, heading for one of the larger buildings in the area, and one of the actually occupied buildings. They wouldn't necessarily have to sneak in, but it would be better if they wanted to get at some officials. Maybe sneaking through the vents? Even if no one used air conditioning anymore, the vents were still there.

Goldheart · ThunderClan Warrior

Anya followed closely. Watching in alley ways, looking for any kind of life, other than themselves. "Painter, whats our first area of business?" She whispered. She needed to know if there was anything that he wanted her to do. If she was trying to show that she was responsible, then she didn't want to wait around and have him not tell her to do anything. She wanted to prove it.