ridgeclan ... open

be right back o:
im almost done with my reply tho uwu

aa i see. it's all good don't worry!

man i usually never speak up abt this sort of thing tho.. i kind of keep quiet around my parents bc you know... but i'm usually too nervous to when i'm at school and ppl i know just do it when they notice?? one time someone aggressively corrected someone tho bc they found my folder for class, which has my birth name on it and they only knew my nickname so when they asked if it was mine, the person snapped but i'm fine with my birth name so it was weird??

aw ;-; yeah i know that feeling too...

i gtg for a little while?? i'm really smelly soo i gotta take a shower

It had been moons since he had last stepped paw in this part of the forest. A thousand memories rushed through him and the deep scar between his shoulders ached. The feline flattened his ears against his head as he pushed on through the thick foliage, so many thoughts going through him at a too quick pace to keep up with. One moment he was thinking about his brother, Moon, and how he had been crushed going across the thunderpath when they had tried raiding some of the twolegs' territories for food. The tom remembered vividly staring at the flattened torso of his brother, the cream furred tom's legs splayed out and blood trickling from his gaped maw that was open in a silent yowl. The image would play over and over in his mind in times like this. He then thought to his sister, Diamond, and how she had been murdered by a Clan cat. Well, she had died later of wounds from the attack, but to him she had still been murdered. She had come back to the makeshift den he and his family had lived in all blooded and bruised, but she had said she was fine in that tough Diamond way of hers. A moon later she had died. Flame somewhat remembered the description Diamond had given him of the cat that had attacked her; a sleek furred black tom with amber eyes. Whoever that cat was, Flame was determined to find him and get some sort of revenge for what he had done to Diamond. When he had tried seeking revenge the first time it had gone all wrong. A blue-gray she-cat had stopped him, and she had been a true fighter. Flame had tried fighting his way out, tried murdering the she-cat for what her Clan had done to Diamond, but he had come out as the loser. Now he wore a horrid scar between his shoulders that still bothered him to this day. It was a deep reminder of all the loss he had gone through, especially the loss of his sister. Moon's death had cut deep, yes, but he had been closer to his sister. As for the rest of his family, well, his mother was still alive and well, if not a bit old now, and his father had never been in the picture. His mother, Crystal, spoke of him from time to time, and all Flame knew was that he had been a powerful black tom known as Onyx. That was all the faint tabby knew of his father. Not that it bothered him that much.

Flame tried to throw away all the thoughts that were swirling in his mind. Right now he had to concentrate on what he had been sent out to do - hunt. A few moons back a powerful tiger-esque tomcat had offered Flame and his mother positions in an ever growing group of rogues that also shared his same bitterness toward the Clan cats. Flame had been eager to join if only to bring revenge on the cats that had killed his sister and had injured him deeply. Crystal had joined for the feel of power. She had always been an ambitious cat, and when power had been thrust upon her by the leader of the rogue group, she had accepted without hesitation. Now, along with his mother, Flame was part of a growing group that had a sort of hierarchy like that of a Clan, but Flame knew this group was no Clan. A Clan was cruel and murderous. These cats had their moments, but they fought and murdered for a reason, not just because they could. That's at least how Flame saw it. Did he feel bad if he had to hurt another cat without his own reason behind it? Oh yes. Did he feel guilty about it? Every waking moment he did. Would he feel guilty for taking down a Clan cat? Nope. Not at all. It would give him a deep satisfaction to run into a Clan cat and sink his fangs into their soft throat. "This is for Diamond," he would hiss as the life would rush out of the Clan cat. He would feel complete perhaps, a feeling he hadn't experienced in so long.

A rustle to the left of him caught his attention. 

The orange tom paused. He parted his jaws open and took in a deep breath of the air around him. Sparrow, he thought within a split second of scenting the air. Crouching low to the ground the tom prowled forward, ears perked forward and eyes narrowed in deep concentration. As a hunter for the rogue group, he was well adept at catching and bringing down prey. He wasn't the best, no, but he was good. Flame was well aware of his surroundings as he spotted the sparrow pecking at the ground a few mouse-lengths away. The rogue stepped closer as he unsheathed his claws, muscles loose and body ready to pounce. Just a few more steps...

Flame pushed himself off the ground and before he knew it he was atop the bird. Not a sound came from the avian as he leaned down and nipped its neck with swift accuracy, the bird dead in his mouth before it even knew what hit it. With a decent piece of prey now in his mouth, the orange tom lifted his head up proudly as if giving himself a silent bout of praise. Once finished he leaned down and began to dig a hole to bury the sparrow in so he could catch a few more things and then come back and retrieve the prey before heading back to the rogue's camp.

omg
I'm gunna work on my reply now

After everything with Blackpelt, the white and tabby tom had decided that it was time to get some fresh air. Time to get away from all the sorrow, death, and flat out chaos. He wanted to be on his own for a while, just to think and enjoy the nature, maybe hunt. Probably hunt. Alright, definitely hunt. So, while some carried out the tom's lifeless body, he himself had slipped out of camp. He quickly diverted from those who were busy burying a body, finding a small patch of... Something. He didn't know what it was, as he wasn't too familiar with his plants, but the scent was strong and it was something he wanted right now. The longer he was able to stay out here, the better for his mental health. Probably. Hopefully. So, he took to rolling in it for a good minute or so, before deciding that his scent was covered decently enough. Like this, hunting was sure to be easier and it wasn't likely that he'd be found. Good.

Getting up and shaking his pelt free of stray leaves or grass, he took a glance around before heading out deeper into the forest. For now, he'd wander around, then do something productive on the way home. Yeah, that sounded like a good plan. Chillberry set out to do just that. A thousand thoughts flew through his mind as took his slow trot through the foliage and underbrush. Lately, everything seemed to be a mess. First the rebellion. That... That had been something else. He was surprised Walnutpelt had even made it through that considering how everyone seemed to be out for blood that night. The singular fights that'd broken out - Stoneheart with Turkeyfoot and Walnutpelt with Wiltedpetal. While Turkeyfoot had been relatively spared, save for her now useless eye, Walnutpelt had been exiled the next day, only to be killed by Stoneheart herself. He couldn't help but wonder if it'd been through revenge or... No. She was a wonderful cat with a strict set of morals. She would never do such a thing. Now, not even a few days after his brother had been put into power and Blackpelt had been appointed, he was dead because nature deemed that it should be so. It was cruel, he knew, but nature didn't care. It was a hard blow for the clan, but it happened, and they would cope.

Sighing, he gave his head a shake in hopes of clearing his thoughts. It didn't work as well as he wanted it to, but it worked well enough.

By now, he'd been walking for a few minutes, taking aimless turns and keeping a steady pace that would take him places if he truly had wanted to explore. Though once his thoughts of everything that cause him to worry and panic had been broken, he became aware of his surroundings. He wasn't sure of his exact location, but there was movement. It was only a moment later that there was a bird's dying cry. Well, something was having a good hunt, though he wanted to know what. Dropping into a crouch, he crept forward slowly, scenting the air. Well, it wasn't a canine of any sort, but another feline. Bicolored eyes lit up in curiosity once it became obvious it wasn't somebody he knew. Ears perking now, the warrior lifted his head only slightly, to look at the source of the scent.

He spotted a tom with a wonderfully orange pelt looking rather proud of his catch. Ah, he was quite the looker... No. No he wasn't. He wasn't anything even remotely attractive because he was clearly trespassing. Frowning, he stood, eying the stranger. "Who are you?"

[ Ooh rogue group <3 I'm making a fighter and a trainee. Taz and Oni <3 Oni will be super petite and cute with really bad teeth. xD ]

[ Omg could I take the healer? o: I have an idea for a really really old, partially deaf healer named Thing <3 ]

Taz | Tom | Fighter
      Taz is a dark-toned, dusty brown tomcat with thick black stripes cutting through his back and legs. He has wide set, almond-shaped amber eyes and a long, narrow muzzle. A black nose completes the look. He is decorated with scars, especially a noticeable scar across his muzzle. Taz is a strongly independent cat, but is loyal to his leader. He is quick to challenge opponents due to a high level of pride within him. He isn't too intelligent, throwing himself in a lot of dangerous situations. His daughter is Oni, who he would do absolutely anything for.

Oni | She-cat | Trainee
      Bright brown flecked by white makes up the pelt of the she-cat known as Oni. This furball is a true spitfire. She is always raring to go, no matter what the day's task is. Oni wouldn't be described as pretty to put things lightly. Her best feature: are her eyes, which are golden amber with a hint of hazel flecking. The reason for her "lack of beauty" is her teeth. They are horribly yellowed and very snarly, sticking out as she has a severe underbite. Oni is a really petite cat who is extremely sweet. She loves to be around others and is a true social butterfly. But when the time comes for a battle, she is fierce and graceful, attacking with poise and finesse.

Thing | She-cat | Healer
      Thing. Oh what a name. Thing is a dark ginger she-cat with a ragged pelt. She is a medium-sized cat with an oval-shaped head. She has clouded blue eyes due to blindness. Thing is very old and raggedy; this is apparent in her unkempt pelt and the fact that she walks with a slight limp. Thing has a true niche for healing and knows everything there is to know about herbs. She isn't very sweet to others and comes off as rude, but that's just her nature.

Sorry for the poof guys, there were ants in my kitchen

Yeet yeet

Chillberry hadn't expected to encounter any other cat on his little journey. Rather, he'd expected to be alone for the better portion of the day. Was that what he was getting? No. Was it a punishment for simply leaving without any particular plans of hunting or checking the borders? Possibly. Though, he supposed he wouldn't have minded if it'd been a clanmate. But it wasn't, it was a rogue. Even still, part of him didn't mind. In all reality, he knew that if he'd stayed in his thoughts for a little while longer, he wouldn't have even noticed the other tom trespassing and hunting in their territory. If he'd managed to keep his obliviousness about him for even a few moments longer, he wouldn't be having any interaction with the other. That, or he would've walked smack into him, which could've turned physical. So, while this was better than the latter, it was far from what he wanted or needed right now. But, it was happening.

So, now he watched as the orange tom buried his kill and his tail bristled only moments after due to his own presence. Did he have something against clan cats, or simply another being around him? Or maybe he just didn't want to be interrupted. Whatever it was, he was clearly agitated. Chillberry knew how to deal with agitated, but not in a situation like this. The other feline wasn't part of the clan, he couldn't just ask him what was wrong and tell him everything would be okay. That just wasn't how it worked with things like this. So... How was it supposed to go?

When his question was met with an answer, the warrior's frown only deepened. In truth, he hadn't expected such an answer despite the fact that he should've. He was talking to a rogue here, so why had he expected a name in response? This minor moment of self-discipline nearly made a show in his eyes, but it didn't last long enough to make it that far. The thoughts were gone almost as soon as they'd made themselves apparent, and the white and tabby feline was focused on the current event once more.

It was the second part of the rogue's answer that hit him. How exactly did the clan treat those who were outside their ranks? He himself had never had a personal encounter with a rogue, so he assumed they hardly came through these parts. He'd only heard about what had happened with Walnutstar, but even he had been treated with as much respect Stoneheart could muster under the circumstances. How did these sorts of meetings usually go? Were they hostile? Were they polite in the shortest of ways? Unlike the self-discipline, a sliver of confusion managed to worm its way into Chillberry's bicolored eyes, but it was gone a second later. "I do care," he muttered, almost to himself. He wasn't completely sure if he'd wanted to say that, but he had. "I don't know who you are and you don't seem too keen on letting me know, so I guess you can either come with me to camp or respectfully take your leave." 'I guess? Are you kidding me?' Despite the fact that it was his first encounter with a rogue, the tom held himself to high standards, and the phrase 'I guess' didn't quite fit into those standards.

shhhh that's fineeee

Was that confusion in the Clan cat's eyes? It seemed as much, especially due to Flame's intense glaring wasn't going to let any emotion pass by. The rogue had spotted the confusion just as efficiently as he had killed the sparrow that now lay in the ground. This emotion that flashed through those eyes of the Clan cat stopped Flame for a moment. Why would he be confused? What would elicit such a response from the tomcat? Only one answer came to the orange's tom mind - he had never ran into a rogue before. Now that was a thought. This must mean that this other tomcat was going to keep his claws sheathed, at least for now. Flame never knew when a Clan cat could turn hostile and blood thirsty. In a way their unpredictable behavior was frightening, but Flame wasn't scared. If anything he felt somewhat confused himself; he had no quarrel with this specific warrior, but how would Crystal manage this situation? Ahadi? Either one of them would have this Clan cat down on his back begging for mercy by now. Flame wasn't going to do that. He had no reason for it. At least not yet. So for now he was giving this Clan cat the benefit of the doubt.

The other tom's comment made Flame tilt his head to the side. He flicked an ear in thought. "You'd bring me back to your camp? Just like that." A bitter sounding chuckle slipped off his tongue. "Interesting. Though I suppose you would only hold me prisoner," he pointed out with a shrug of his slender shoulders. Why would a Clan cat allow a rogue to just meander into their camp without some sort of catch to it? No matter how this cat was, Flame was sure their leader would not be so keen on having a rogue just sitting about in their camp as a visitor. 

An idea that spawned from that thought came to the tom's mind. He could get into their camp... No. That would be suicide. With the idea he had in mind Flame knew he would only get himself slaughtered. It would be him against an entire Clan, and Flame wasn't that mouse-brained to do as such. He knew how to pick and choose his battles. Though he wasn't about to let this verbal battle - if it was even that - go. Not yet.

Flame eyed the white and tabby tom for a moment longer. There was certainly something about him that had caught the orange tabby's attention, but he pushed the nagging feeling away. This was not the time to try and put together his puzzling thoughts about this. "I'm hunting for my family. Would it be so bad to let me stay a bit longer? One sparrow won't feed all the cats that rely on me." He wasn't the only hunter, and he wasn't even the head hunter, but even his kills added up in the long run. Him bringing back just one sparrow wouldn't just be embarrassing on his part, it would be welcomed with dissatisfaction from his whole group, and Flame wanted to avoid that.