❆𝖗𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖓❆ | Open, needs members.

(You're still a mod, I just haven't added you yet. I was waiting till the clan got a little bit bigger. I'll add it later. I'm pretty sure I need to add a new member. In fact I haven't seen about three of our members recently...)

(I'll probably do that I might actually do an activity sweep soon.)

Crow flicked his tail, trying to dash away nerves, and stepped into the den, facing the leader. He stifled his surprise- with a name like Frost, he was expecting a white or perhaps gray cat, but here stood a dark brown and black mound of fur. he hoped her name wasn't a reference to a cold demeanor, otherwise he might be in for more than he expected. He noted that this she-cat and Jagged looked quite similar, and put two and two together, deciding that they must be kin.

"Greetings. My name is Crow. My sister and I, Petal, were picked up by a member of your group earlier today. My sister is ill and is currently receiving treatment from another one of your members. While she is recovering, I would like your permission for us to stay here" he meowed formally, his gaze even as he spoke to the leader. He wanted to be respectful, but also firm.

Crow nodded, contentedly. He was not the kind of cat to express emotion, but he dipped his head respectfully, hoping his gratitude was apparent in his tone
"I appreciate that deeply Frost. I can assure you I will be doing my fair share in the clan, and so will my sister, if she wishes to stay after her recovery. Is there anything I should be doing in the meantime?" He asked, not entirely sure what he should be doing or... even really where he should be going , from this point. Perhaps they'd just let him stay with his sister in the medicine den. He didn't know any of these cats anyway...

Asher was dozing peacefully, midway through a dream about chasing a rabbit. He wasn't particularly fast, but his dream self had no such issues, sprinting around trees and leaping over rocks, getting closer and closer to the rabbit and then-

A blunt force against his side sent him blinking bleary eyes awake, claws sliding out against the perceived threat. He whipped his head around, and released his breath when he saw it was just Willow with her front paws pressing into his flank. "Come on," she whined.

He grunted, sheathing his claws. It must be time to move on. But he didn't feel icy wind slipping through his fur. Instead, he felt warm and comfortable.

Oh right. They were in the twoleg den, in the warriors' den. So then why was she waking him? "What? And get off me," he growled.

Willow slid off him, front paws barely hitting the floor before telling him, "you slept through it, but I think I heard new cats come in!"

Asher sighed. "We barely know the old cats, who have been here longer than us. And couldn't you have said hello without me?" Willow started to look rebuked, so Asher rolled his eyes and lightened his tone. "Well, I'm already up," he decided, stretching his jaws wide in a yawn that made the scar bisecting them irritated, "we may as well go be useful for the clan."

Willow immediately perked back up. "I'll meet you out there!" she called, racing out in front of him.

"I have had a.. brief tour of the camp. A cat named Jagged showed me the locations of places as he took my sister and I in. If it's alright for you, I'd like to rest with my sister until she wakes up. She may be confused and frightened in a new environment" He meowed, trying not to show his weariness. He was so very tired from constantly supporting Petal that it was only till now, when he felt like the clan was safe, that the crushing wave of his exhaustion truly hit him.

(Bump)

((Kinda open for any of your cats to jump in.))

((Hey.))

((What why? I'm confused.))

( Hi Spiriteddecay, I know you're upset about my decision as admin in the other clan, but if you could please not drag it out publicly in other roleplays I would greatly appreciate it. It isn't really fair to anyone who doesn't have a full grasp of the situation. Thank you)