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Flick shrugged vaguely. "How else will cats follow you if they don't respect you? Fear only goes so far." He stated before turning his head to look at the beautiful she-cat. His eyes narrowed in confusion at her distant stare and sudden silence. "Alright, I've answered one of your questions. Time for one of mine." He meowed, shifting his weight and leaning down to start grooming Midori's ears in thought. "What brought you to reside in RogueClan territory?" He asked between licks.

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Emberfox||50 moons||She-cat||Warrior||Novice Creeps
Emberfox is a former clan cat with a black pelt and amber eyes. She also has deep orange markings around her eyes, on her chest, belly, and paws, giving her a similar appearance to a live ember. Her left ear is partially missing from a fight that destroyed her previous clan, as well as a twisted paw, though this doesn't seem to inhibit her hunting or fighting. She is a rather gentle cat despite her appearance and seems to prefer avoiding confrontation as much as possible. This is due to the battle with a pack of dogs that completely wiped out her clan and left her injured. She has a fear of dogs and any other canines, making her fairly useless against them. She will fight against other cats a bit more readily though, if her reasoning is ignored.

Fox|| 45 Moons|| Tom||Warrior||Novice Creeps
Fox is a large and broad-shouldered Abyssinian cat with ruddy ginger/red fur and yellow eyes. His coat is rather thick and soft to the touch, typically kept well-groomed. He is a rather odd tom, who often gives little indication of his true thoughts on some topics, particularly the topic of love or mates. He is a friendly cat for the most part, sometimes acting a bit playful, but also prone to forgetting his own strength. He used to travel with another band of rogues, until he accidentally killed a cat during a bout of rough-housing. This caused the group to chase him off after leaving a nasty scar on his shoulders and over one of his eyes, though his actual eye remained miraculously undamaged. He doesn't play much with other cats too much anymore, and tries to avoid battle training against other cats.

((Last post I dug up.))

Emberfox spotted the other cats from a distance and she raced forward, having been on a hunting patrol. She had come back empty-pawed, but she knew now, that there were more important things going on than hunting. "Frost? Is everything alright?" She asked sharply, her tail flicking. She could smell the sickly-sweet scent of an infected wound and her fur bristled. "Wild onion might help." She offered after a moment.

((I can do that. Just need to clone Flick and throw him out somewhere. Oh yeah, I need a warrior name for Fox. Maybe Foxjaw...))

Emberfox winced slightly before giving the kit a concerned look. "Wild onions are probably one of the best things for that. But we may not have time." She whispered before the she-cat mentioned doing a warrior ceremony. "I think that would be a wise idea. Get everyone used to the idea of being a full clan, rather than a group of rogues." She reasoned.

Flick growled to himself lowly as he crept away from the twoleg den, having overheard something about Frost getting her nine lives soon. He wanted that, he wanted the power. He slunk away from the camp and started towards the sunning rocks. His tail lashed violently as he walked, twitching erratically.

((Yeah, no. I get it, my dude.))

Flick paused when he neared the sunning rocks, spotting Scar and parting his jaws to better catch the tom's scent. He vaguely recognized the tom's scent as being similar to that of the young kits back at camp, he even further recognized his appearance when he got close enough. "Well, hello stranger." Flick greeted coolly once he was close enough to be heard and seen as a less likely threat. He know that he didn't look like much of a threat due to his thin build and thin pelt, more like a hungry rogue or a stray kittypet.

Flick simply dipped his head in greeting before padding over to a nearby rock and hopping up onto the warm stone. "So I've heard." He meowed, his tone carrying a vague note of amusement, though his tail flicked slowly in slight annoyance. He paused for a moment, recalling that Jade had said something about her mate attacking her. He could hardly care what happened to the she-cat, but he knew that the trouble could be traced back to him. He shook his head slowly, his ears flattened slightly. "I haven't, I'm sorry. But I can keep an eye out for her. I can't imagine what it's like to lose your mate." He lied, adding a note of sympathy to his voice.

((omg Yessssss! They've already got some connection with an intense desire for power. Yet I can also see them turning on each other too.))

Flick remained fairly quiet for a bit as well, paws tucked under his chest. "Oh, it's no problem. I'm sure that I'd be in the same position if harm were to come to my littermate and I wasn't sure if she was dead." He meowed, stretching out one paw towards the two-faced tom in a gesture of sympathy before he tucked his paw back under himself.

((Is that supposed to be "What is it like in a clan?"))

((Derp! XD I'm just teasing, I promise!))

Flick thought for a moment, his eyes closing slowly. "I've only been a member for a moon, but some of it makes sense. Protecting each other and our kits, I mean. But some rules don't really make sense, like making sure that the weakest cats eat first. Sure, they did a lot for the clan, but they aren't doing anything to help now." He answered after a moment. He couldn't exactly reveal his full philosophy that only the strongest cats should survive. If a cat wasn't strong enough, they shouldn't survive.