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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jul 9, 2019 23:04:58 GMT -5
The breeze flowing across the meadow was nice and cool, and Algaestar relished as it passed through her tortoiseshell pelt. However, as they approached the border of trees not too far away, she knew the feeling would disappear soon. She looked back at her patrol, noting that everyone's fur was dry now and wouldn't be dragging them down. "I can smell their scent from here," she said, a hiss edging her mew. The breeze must have been carrying it over, but it still made the fur on her shoulders rise. It shouldn't be so close.
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Post by SmugGull on Jul 10, 2019 2:31:41 GMT -5
Frostclaw rumbled a warning as the sounds of the rogue's voices reached their ears. They flicked their tail contemptuously - were they even trying to be quiet? Did they even know how close they were to LeafClan territory?
As Kestrelstar approached, Frostclaw made sure to shadow the leader. Their fur bristled lightly as they scanned the enemy patrol.
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Post by Lycaonia on Jul 10, 2019 5:48:15 GMT -5
Iceheart followed her Leader, tail held stiff as they approached the group. None of them looked familiar. She almost wanted to relax from the relief, but forced herself to maintain the defensive aggression she projected. As they came to a halt near the Rogues, she made sure to stop slightly in front of Flamepaw, hoping to restrain him if he got too fight-happy. She shot him a serious look just in case, narrowing her eyes in warning. He would behave himself, or he'd deal with her. Huffing, she turned her attention back to Kestrelstar, muscles tense as she watched the exchange.
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Post by owlspots on Jul 10, 2019 6:05:53 GMT -5
Cloudleap frowned, his pale eyes narrowed as he watched the strange cats approach. He flashed his apprentice a warning look, knowing all too well how eager the young tom would be to involve himself in any conflict if it might arise. "They don't smell like the rogues," he mewed quietly, leaning closer to Iceheart so he could whisper in her ear, "they smell too damp." It wouldn't have taken a genius to spot the dampness of the strangers' pelts, as though they hadn't long since gone for a swim; he couldn't understand why any cat would willingly get their paws wet, the forest rogues included.
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Post by dnacat on Jul 10, 2019 7:39:59 GMT -5
Dawnstrike
-The Meadow, on patrol-
Dawnstrike plodded along behind Algaestar. When she lifted her head, hissing out that she could smell someone, his claws instinctively unsheathed themselves. He emitted a low growl as well, murmuring, "LeafClan? Rogues?" to his leader. LeafClan were more respectable, more easy to put up with, than rogues, in his opinion. But if they ran into the wrong patrol at the wrong second on the wrong day... the fur on the back of his neck stood up and bristled, his eyes narrowing. He pressed forward, standing proudly next to Algaestar, "What do we do if we see them?" He asked her, voice still low. He knew she had wanted to try and remain calm, like their other companions, but he was not so sure. But he would follow her orders, like his father had taught him to do. |
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Post by Owl on Jul 10, 2019 8:47:56 GMT -5
Petalfall lowered her head, walking slowly alongside Algaestar. "They're coming closer," she whispered, as if it weren't already obvious. She stared at the cat in the lead-a lean tabby-and-white tom, moving confidentially towards them. The rogues behind him followed his lead quickly. Was this their leader? Do rogues have leaders? How would they appoint one?
Suddenly feeling a little nervous, Petalfall glanced back at their patrol. With Algaestar, Featherleap, Loonpaw, Dawnstrike, and herself, they matched the rogue's number perfectly. But what if the strange cats were hostile?
She froze as the leading tom spoke up, waiting for Algaestar's response. What are we doing here? Don't they know that this is our territory?
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jul 10, 2019 10:34:35 GMT -5
Algaestar held up her tail to her Clanmates so they wouldn’t jump toward the strange cats. They didn’t seem to be very hostile right now. And the crown on the lead cat was interesting to say the least. “What am I doing here?” she asked, her tone firm but level. She padded closer to the tom, almost squaring him up. “Our Clan has been here for seasons. The meadow is ours.”
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Post by owlspots on Jul 10, 2019 11:11:43 GMT -5
Cloudleap raised a brow contemplatively, cocking his head to one side. A Clan? Perhaps these cats are more civilised than we thought. Although we would have heard news of another Clan living nearby long before now if that was the case, and we've discovered no evidence to prove one's existence besides these cats. How strange... He glanced at Kestrelstar, hoping his leader would meet the strange she-cat's bold approach equally; showing weakness in the face of these cats could have dreadful consequences, there was no telling what they might be capable of.
The large tom scanned the group carefully, his eyes lingering on each member of the unfamiliar patrol as he did so: the russet-furred tom looked to be a fairly even match for any warrior in LeafClan, but the creamy-coloured she-cat appeared nervous and hesitant. A third warrior stood with them, his grey-and-white coat still shimmering with the moisture of the river and his unnaturally crooked jaw drawing Cloudleap's gaze for a heartbeat too long. Even if they are rogues, it is rude to stare. Their leader was proud, no doubt about that, and carried with her an air of absolute authority that he had not seen on any rogue before. There was also a younger cat - perhaps Flamepaw's age, maybe a moon either way - trailing them closely. An apprentice of some kind, maybe? Or whatever the rogue equivalent of an apprentice would be, he assumed. Cloudleap noticed with a small grimace that if it came to a fight, they would be incredibly evenly matched.
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Post by dnacat on Jul 10, 2019 14:02:52 GMT -5
Dawnstrike-Meadow, on patrol-
Dawnstrike studied the reactions of the other cats, as Algaestar announced their status as a clan. The pale grey tabby tom recoiled, cocking an eyebrow at Algaestar's announcement. His eyes then passed on to the muscular white she-cat with amber eyes. His immediate thought was, "Pretty," but he pushed that away. Loyalty to his clan above all else, he reminded himself. He watched her stiff, cautious tail, and wary looks. She would probably put up a good fight, judging from her size. The last cat to approach was a cat with a squashed muzzle, who looked a bit more older and stiff than the rest, but still seemed cautious of the other cats.
No rogues would have reactions like that, most of them knew that the group of cats protecting the FloodClan territories were exactly that - a clan. Dawnstrike cocked his head to the side at the other grey tabby tom, watching the other cats closely. It was funny, he thought. Though these cats certainly smelled foreign, they did not smell like rogues. Rogues smelt like dirt, and the dampness of rain and the wildness of the unclaimed lands. These cats smelt... better? They smelt like clear air, and the sap of oak trees, and the cat he assumed to be their leader smelt of a dead tree.
He narrowed his eyes, peering closely, observing the other cats with scrutiny. As he began to speak, he put on a more passive tone. He did not want to alarm these cats. If they were clanborn, they would have equal training to himself. It would be better to remain neutral, to not press on too many buttons at once, "And you are? I assume you lot are not some common rogue group. You don't smell like them, anyway." |
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Post by Lycaonia on Jul 10, 2019 15:56:24 GMT -5
"Their pelts are far more maintained than any rogue I've seen," Iceheart murmured in return, voice low as she scanned the group. She remembered what it was like when she was a kit. Rogue groups had little hierarchy usually and fights broke out constantly, leaving pelts ragged and messy. She had scrapped and fought for what little food she got even before she would have been old enough to be come an Apprentice in LeafClan. Had been expected to battle with kit fuzz still between her ears, and had as well. She had only been four moons old when the old LeafClan Leader had taken pity on her.
The she-cat in front definitely seemed to be the Leader of the group, and even before she opened her maw, Iceheart had the feeling that these definitely weren't rogues. They seemed organised. Coordinated and sticking together, rather than the 'every cat for themselves' mentality that governed rogue groups. Still, another Clan? And so close. It would mean that it was merely a twist of fate that Iceheart herself ended up in LeafClan. If her old group had simply gone a little further, would she be from this strange, wet Clan instead? Or would they not have shown her the mercy that LeafClan had? Eyeing the small, nervous-looking cream she-cat, Iceheart had a feeling they would have.
Looking onwards, she quirked an eyebrow as the reddish tom spoke, mild amusement in her gaze, before immediately rolling her eyes in irritation as a familiar voice spoke up behind her. Iceheart sent a brief prayer to Starclan that Stormpaw was her Apprentice and not Flamepaw. Stormpaw might have a bit of a chip on his shoulder about proving himself, but at least he didn't have a hot head. Still, she restrained herself for snapping at the young tom. Flamepaw was Cloudleap's Apprentice and it would be up to him to administer discipline. Instead, she stepped in front of him in case some cat in the other group took offence, ready to defend him. "Indeed, we are Leafclan cats," She smoothly replied, tone as carefully neutral as the tom's, "And if you too are Clan cats as you claim, you must have a name for yourselves as well?"
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Post by dnacat on Jul 10, 2019 16:29:58 GMT -5
Dawnstrike-Meadow, on patrol-
Dawnstrike found it hard to believe his pelt looked well-maintained. He had just been through the river, for StarClan's sake! His pelt was probably fuzzy and stuck up at all angles. But he said nothing about it, similarly to how he remained silent on the quirk of the she-cat's eyebrow. He must have hesitated on her when scanning the group. He hoped no one else had caught it. He allowed himself to smirk, however, when the same she-cat silenced the rowdy apprentice in the back, who had piped up with his own opinions and distrust in the other cats. As far as Dawnstrike could see, these cats looked like a clan as well. Dignified, balanced and strategically minded. He glanced at Algaestar when the she-cat asked to know the name of their clan, before he spoke up, unable to remain silent, "We are FloodClan. We have lived here for many moons, my own grandmother could never recall a time where we did not." He had remembered one of them saying something about the moors being their rightful territory, and felt it only right to bring up the fact this was their territory too, though his tone remained calm and relaxed, with no hint of aggression. |
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jul 10, 2019 19:48:19 GMT -5
Algaestar's tail flicked impatiently. "Our first leader came from the moorlands as well," she said after Dawnstrike was done speaking. "And they never mentioned a LeafClan. There was a flood, and the survivors joined to create FloodClan." The stories had always said that everyone else died in the flood. Even Fernstripe told stories that his own father got from Cloverstar himself - they should have been the only cats left. So what happened. "Obviously something isn't right there," she added, her eyes narrowing slightly.
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Post by SmugGull on Jul 10, 2019 19:56:44 GMT -5
"Quiet, Flamepaw." Frostclaw didn't bother glancing back at the apprenitce, instead narrowing their eyes at the leader of the other cats. "The survivors of that flood created LeafClan," they corrected sharply. Obviously something isn't right here - what are the odds? When is anything ever right with rogues? Whatever they called themselves, these new cats couldn't possibly be a true clan, not one that followed StarClan. For them to exist so close yet for StarClan to keep silent? Impossible.
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Post by dnacat on Jul 10, 2019 20:47:48 GMT -5
Dawnstrike-Meadow, on patrol-
"But that can't be right," Dawnstrike let out half a laugh, incredulous, "We came from the flood. That's what my grandfather told me, and his grandfather before him." Dawnstrike insisted, though his voice still remained level, "And how would we not have found each-other before now?" His mind drew its own conclusions - they were either lying, or the FloodClan warriors before him were mousebrains. And he favoured one of those options more than the other. He looked the cat who had just spoken up and down, the cat who had insisted they come from the flood. "But," He thought to himself "Even if they were trying to lie to us - how would they know so much about our history? We've never told any rogues of our story before. So... maybe..."
He couldn't fathom it. Any entire other clan, existing only a meadow away from him, his entire life, and he had never once known about them? He had patrolled the meadow border countless times, chased off rogues plenty of times, and had even ventured into the meadow more than once during the worse leaf-bares. And all the while, these cats had existed only fox-lengths away from him, living their own lives. The thought frightened him, somewhat. That something as big as them had flown directly under his nose, yet he had not noticed it. He gulped and fell suddenly very quiet, staring at the ground, clearly baffled by the other group's declaration. |
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Jul 10, 2019 21:34:49 GMT -5
Kestrelstar let his deputy speak before he butted in, raising his tail to silence the warriors, shooting a look to Flamepaw. "Everyone keep silence for now. You, the one that looks to be the leading this patrol, are you the leader of your clan or did they not come because you are truly rogues?" He was still running the idea through his head, if they were clan cats like they told him. It seemed almost impossible but so did the idea of rogues willing to stand around and chit chat. He needed to think, calm the situation before it got to be too heavy. But he also needed this territory, his clan wouldn't survive many more seasons without the prey, these cats looked well enough off.
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jul 10, 2019 22:05:26 GMT -5
Algaestar glanced over at Dawnstrike, who seemed to be lost in his own thoughts, then met Kestrelstar's eyes. "Yes, I am the leader," she said with a curt nod. "The rest of my Clan is up the waterfall." She didn't want to disclose exactly where just yet. She wanted to trust them, however, because these were obviously not bloodthirsty rogues. But how could this have happened over the period of so many seasons? "You came well prepared, I see," she added, a short laugh following. Then she continued more seriously this time, "What do you need this territory that's so far out from your home for?"
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Post by SmugGull on Jul 10, 2019 22:37:46 GMT -5
Frostclaw's gaze snapped back to Kestrelstar as the leader of the strangers spoke. Taking a step towards their leader, they bent towards Kestrelstar's ear and hissed quietly, "the business of LeafClan is not the business of these folk. If they know the truth of our struggles, we might never be safe. Clan or not, outsiders would see us starve and take our territory for themselves."
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jul 10, 2019 23:36:39 GMT -5
Algaestar lashed her tail. "Our Clan grows as much as yours," she said. "The moors and meadows are our main source of prey. I can't just give up an abundance of hunting like that." She didn't want to see anyone starve because of a decision she made, but she would rather it be on their side than her own, unfortunately for them. "Plus, it's greenleaf. You should have plenty of prey right now."
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Post by SmugGull on Jul 10, 2019 23:48:48 GMT -5
Frostclaw hissed at the enemy leader. "Don't embarrass yourself by pretending you know anything of our clan." Their pelt prickled - they did not like this leader who claimed to be a clan cat.
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jul 11, 2019 0:00:56 GMT -5
"And don't pretend you know anything of mine," Algaestar said, narrowing her eyes at Frostclaw. But then she sighed. "I don't want any fights to break out. We're all still confused about finding another Clan right beside us." She put her attention back on Kestrelstar. "I will give you half of the meadow. But you cannot fish from the river, and don't step foot in the moorlands." She paused a few moments, then frowned. "I don't even know your names."
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Post by owlspots on Jul 11, 2019 3:55:56 GMT -5
As much as Cloudleap hated to admit it, he was in agreement with the other leader; a fight between LeafClan and this strange FloodClan might have devastating consequences for both sides. "You are right," he meowed with a curt nod of his head to the tortoiseshell she-cat, "conflict would be the worst outcome of our meeting today. Pardon my interruption, Kestrelstar; I do not mean to speak out of turn, but I agree that splitting the meadow between our Clans is the wisest choice." He took a step back, dipping his head to his leader to signify that he was done talking.
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Post by dnacat on Jul 11, 2019 9:14:52 GMT -5
Dawnstrike-Meadow, on patrol-
"If I were you, Kestrelstar," The supposed leader's name rolled off his tongue awkwardly. It didn't quite sound right, in his head, "I would agree to this. The side of the meadow we are offering you is still flush with prey, especially during this time of year." He dipped his head respectfully, though he raised it quickly. Though he was certain that most of the cats in the patrol ahead of them would not attack him, their leader, Kestrelstar, and the flat-faced cat seemed adamant about them being rogues, meaning violence was a possible thought in their heads. Every nerve in his body was on fire, ready to pounce and slash if needed. |
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