❆𝖗𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖓❆ | Open, needs members.

(That's why I plan on taking temporary control of everyone's cat for a bit and only letting people have or 2 cats in the ceremony. It's the easiest way for me to get through everyone and not have a super long post.)

Eclipse looked up now, having been silent the entire time. "That was nice of him. And now you are helping us and taking us in." He meowed. "Will I be able to learn to be like you?" He asked. "Can I become leader someday?"

Asher had recently realized he hated the cold. Back in his clan days, it hadn't been too bad - the forest was temperate, even in leafbare, and on the cold nights he could always curl up in the warriors' den, where he was protected from the sharp winds. But after traveling so far from where he'd started, and sleeping out in the elements most nights, he'd found he just didn't have the pelt for this cold weather.

He glanced over to where Willow walked beside him, a bounce in her step, not bothered by the cold at all. He eyed her bushy tail enviously. Despite the she-cat's smaller stature, it seemed more than enough to keep her in good spirits. As much as he felt annoyed at his own misfortune, he couldn't help but soften his gaze as he watched his once-apprentice bound ahead, looking over her shoulder when she'd gotten a few tail lengths ahead of him.

"Asher, come on," she whined, practically vibrating with energy.

He huffed, knowing he was playing right into her paws when he asked, "and why exactly would I do that? Moons of aimless travel, and suddenly I'm not going fast enough for you."

Willow grinned playfully. "I just thought you might like to find somewhere to hole up tonight. After all, I don't think your bones could handle another night out in the open, old timer."

"Why, you little-" he growled, mock-offended, as if he hadn't been putting up with similar treatment since he'd become her mentor. "I'll show you old bones!" He lunged, and she let out a startled yowl of laughter as she darted ahead, Asher hot on her heels. The two cats sprinted across the ground, unconcerned with where they were headed.

(Welcome Willow!)

Bush purred as she watched the kits ask all their questions with bright eyes from the kill pile.

"Aren't they precious?" She cooed, turning to Little, who had sat down next to Bush.

"Adorable. There's a lot of new cats here already," Little commented, looking around at all of the new faces, "we should introduce ourselves.

Bush nodded in agreement and began looking around to see if there were any who weren't already occupied with another conversation.

Upon hearing the greeting called out, Asher froze, seeing Willow do the same a few paces ahead of him. A clan, up here? he wondered, surprised and apprehensive at the same time. "Willow, stay close to me," he growled under his breath, and while she gave him an annoyed look, she seemed to obey. After all, they didn't know who they would find. The cat could be hostile, especially if they were trespassing on her territory. Now that he was paying attention, he could smell the scent markers they had unthinkingly crossed over.

Needing to see Frost, and curious if there were any other cats with her, he followed the sound of her voice, coming upon the striped she-cat. He situated himself in front of Willow, who annoyingly stepped halfway out from behind him anyway. He eyed Frost, trying to determine how much danger they might be in, but before he could say anything Willow started speaking.

"Hi!" Willow meowed, excited at the prospect of seeing another clan. "I'm Willow, and this is Asher. Is this your territory? We didn't know we were trespassing, we were just passing through..." she hoped she was reading the leader's body language right. She could feel Asher stiffen beside her, but she ignored it; he'd never attack a cat unprovoked, as much as his tense muscles might have seemed to say otherwise. And if she was being honest, it was comforting to know she had backup, in case she had read the situation wrong after all.

(Ima have to just stalk while I do my hw orz. Also, when I do said work, I'll send you a PM about warrior names ^^)

Willow brightened instantly at Frost's suggestion. "Did you hear that Asher? We could be in a clan again! We'd have a place to stay, and, and clanmates!" She practically bounced with enthusiasm. Asher, on the other hand, was not nearly as excited.

Being sick of fighting all the time was something he could relate to all too well. And of course it would be nice to have somewhere safe to stay... that is, if this band of loners, rogues, and kittypets could be trusted. But his past experience with a clan... he found it hard to just ignore that. But... he wasn't oblivious to the effect moons of near-solitude had had on Willow, and the benefits having a shelter and a clan would provide her. "It's a kind offer Frost," he said at length. "If we agree to join you... will we be safe?" He tried to keep an even tone, but Willow saw right though him, flicking her concerned eyes up at him.

"Asher... I'm sure we can trust these cats. They're not so different from us after all. And we'd be with other cats again - it wouldn't just be the two of us anymore," she meowed, a little more subdued, but with just as much conviction. Privately, Asher thought, but I thought you hadn't minded it just being the two of us, but even before this he knew that was untrue - the she-cat craved company and familiarity.

"I'd like to meet this Rogueclan then," he agreed, dipping his head, trying to show deference to Frost's leadership. He found himself starting to hope this clan would be everything Frost promised, that they could be accepted here, and things wouldn't turn out like they had before. But it always does, a part of him thought, even as he tried to push that thought away.

(Oops my bad Spirit!)

River looked up from her arguing and looked at Silver. "Hi Silver, my name is River." She squeaked smiling before nudging her brother. "This mouse brain is my brother, Eclipse." She added before Jade gently cuffed her. "Be nice to your brother River." Her mom scolded.

Frost nodded, smiling at the two cats. "You have my word. No one in my clan will harm you." She promised as she stood up. "I will escort you back to camp, but when we get there please mind yourself. We recently found a rogue queen and her kits. She is seriously injured and can be a little... Defensive when it comes to her kits. Understandably so too, her mate attempted to kill her and the kits. My deputy found her and brought her back to camp."

Frost chuckled at the two cats as they walked. "I haven't asked her yet, though I do plan on speaking to her once she has settled in and in in better condition. If there is a cat in my territory who is cruel enough to attack his mate and kits then I want him found and I want him gone." She said, her tail lashing slightly. She wasn't normally that harsh, but if a cat could do that to someone he knew and should have loved. Who knew what he could do to cats he didn't know. He was a threat to the clan.

It wasn't long until they came upon the abandoned twoleg's nest they called camp. "This it Rogueclan's camp. It's a little odd but it does wonders keeping us safe from the elements. It's been abandoned for ages it makes the perfect camp." She said escorting them inside.

Willow's eyes were wide at the sight of the twoleg den. Twolegs lived all the way up here too? Well, used to live, she confirmed by scenting the air, unable to detect even old traces of their scent. She excitedly stepped into the Rogueclan camp, Asher close behind, and her eyes immediately settled on the pile of fresh kill. Her stomach gave a low rumble; they hadn't eaten anything yet today, and she was starving. "I know we just got here, but we've been travelling all day. Would you mind if we took some fresh kill?"

She glanced at Asher, who looked just as hungry as she was. Oops, she thought, wondering how they'd both managed to forget about eating. Though, maybe it worked out after all, since if they had hunted they would have been taking prey from Rogueclan territory. Maybe they could share a meal with some of their new clanmates and get to know them.

Both breathing a sigh of relief, Asher and Willow headed over to the fresh kill pile to pick something out. They settled down with their selections, Asher quickly tucking into his squirrel and Willow prodding curiously at her hare. "I've never seen a rabbit like this before," she commented, finally content enough with her choice to start eating. Asher shook his head, already halfway finished with his meal by the time she'd taken her first mouthful.

As he finished eating, Asher's eyes drifted to the other cats in the clan. He didn't exactly feel excited at the idea of meeting so many cats at once - no, that was more Willow's thing. Maybe he could get away with letting her do the introductions.

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