Cliff Clan (closed to new joiners)

"Yeah, I suppose. Though I'm sure Bonestar will have something figured out by the time they do become apprentices," she mewed, tucking the gray kits closer to her. Shortsun felt very protective of these little bundles of fur, something she had never felt before. "What's it like, as a mother?" she asked Nimblewarrior.

Tangle took a step back, his face scrunched up in pretend surprise. "I would have thought you'd be more inviting. Clearly, I was wrong," he mewed but stayed exactly where he was. The brown tabby flicked his tail back and forth and tipped his head to the side. "What's so special about this land that makes you think it belongs to you and only you?"

Birchcloud just growled, moving to the side of the tom as he backed away, hoping to scared the tom away from the camp.

Tangle rolled his eyes but took steps in the direction they seemed to want him. "Such a disappointment. You have no sense of humor, I'd say." He calmly padded away with his back to them before turning his head. "Alright, alright, why are you in such a hurry to get me out huh?"

Birchcloud sniffed and followed the tom until he stopped. "This is our territory and you will leave. We have cats that need to be fed and protected and we will do just that," he said, making his answer vague enough to not give anything away. The cream-colored tom nearly leaped at the loner to get him to move but managed to stay calm.

Shortsun purred at the brown queen's response. It must've been hard, though the ginger tabby knew that the clan helped a lot with kits as well. "Compared to how big your kits are, I assume they're around three or even four moons."

Tangle took a step forward, enjoying the quiet pursuit of the clan cats. He knew they could rip his pelt to shred in an instant, but it still amazed him that they could be so... unintimidating?

Birchcloud practically herded the loner away from camp, seeing as he looked unwilling to leave. There were points where he just couldn't stand it and he lashed out his paw to swipe at the brown tabby's haunches.

"I do assume they would be hungry. Who knows when they last ate. I'll go grab something from the fresh-kill pile if you don't mind watching them?" she asked, though she knew that the queen would love to.

Shortsun nodded gratefully and stood up to walk to the den entrance. She paused only for a moment to look back at them before quickly padding to the fresh-kill pile. The ginger she-cat grabbed a fat mouse and a sparrow for herself, for she had yet to eat anything. Shortsun hurried back to the nursery, settled herself down around the squirming bundles, and placed the mouse in front of them. Then she enjoyed her own meal, keeping one eye on the kits as they ate.

Tangle winced at the sharp pain in his hind-quarters as one of the cats hit him. He whirled around and leaped straight at him, completely forgetting the circumstances. The brown tabby raked his hind claws down the large tom's back as he hung on to his shoulders.

Birchcloud yowled, unprepared for the sudden rage of the loner. He stumbled as the brown tabby tom landed on him, trying his best to shake the tom off.

Shortsun dipped her head. After finishing her bite, she mewed, "Of course."

Birchcloud yowled as claws ripped into his pelt. He widened his stance before crouching and rolling onto his back in an attempt to dislodge his opponent. As soon as he felt the pain drift away, the cream-colored tom stood up and backed away. Then, staring down at the stunned tom, he padded forward until he loomed over the brown tabby. Placing one large, white paw on the loner's shoulder, he forced him onto his side and spat in his ear, "Leave."

Tangle's breath burst out of him as the tom rolled over, unprepared for the response. He waited until the weight lifted to get up, but was unable to stand as the warrior stood over him. He grunted with the weight that was placed on him once again, but said nothing when the large tom spoke.

Tangle kept his eyes on the tom on top of him, plainly ignoring the other two cats. He didn't speak, not once, but grunted in agreement and struggled to push up from the ground. As the paw fell away, the brown tabby stood, took one look at the clan cats, and ran. He didn't stop until he was out of the territory; he didn't want to anger these cats any more than he already had.

When Birchcloud stepped off of the tom, he had expected the loner to just get up and attack him again. But he didn't, which also didn't puzzle the senior warrior. "Let's follow him and remark the border, just as we set out to do. When we get back, we will tell Bonestar about this encounter," he mewed, starting towards the border in the wake of the brown tabby.

Shortsun grinned as she looked towards the queen's nest. Her kits were in a cute sleeping bundle and she assumed they wouldn't wake while their mother was gone. As the brown she-cat came back, Shortsun carefully tucked her tail around the kits at her side and closed her eyes.

Ferret had just finished her meal when a brown streak shot out of the canyon. She hopped up and traveled along the canyon edge until she reached the tracks of the loner. Then, she carefully followed his trail, hoping to find out what had happened.

Birchcloud nodded, "I'm sure he had his reasons for leaving when he did. Though he did seem surprised that we acted so hostile. Maybe next time we should hear him out, outside the territory of course." When the patrol reached the border, the cream-colored tom checked to make sure the loner had left the territory before remarking the scent line.

Birchcloud nodded, "Yeah, we can do some hunting on the way back to camp. And, if we spot another loner, I could give you a few fighting tips." The cream tom turned back in the direction of camp but took a longer route so they could hunt in the better places. "Ok, what do you smell?" he asked, swiveling his ears and tasting the air himself.

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Snailpaw sat by himself in the camp, his eyes glancing around as he let himself relax some. The tom had always been skiddish and a bit jumpy but he sometimes allowed himself to be calm. He had just finished grooming his pelt and decided that since there weren't many around he could let his guard down... but only a bit.

Snailpaw jumped when the larger tom suddenly approached, sending his calm straight back to scared as he looked up at his leader. "H-Hi Bonestar. I-I-I've been alr-right." His normal stutter came out as he fought to get his fur to lie back down, never once looking into the other tom's eyes.

(Btw, have you thought any about the about for Valtoclan?)

(No I"m not quite done with it yet, still using the description you gave as a cross reference. )

Bonestar tried to not show any emotion at Snailpaws shyness, but it irked him just the same. They were not a good match , but Bonestar was willing to try. He cleared his throat and sat down.
"That's good, I think you and I will do some hunting today." He looked to see the young toms reaction, his tail flicking on the ground. His stomach rumbled, and he wondered if he should wait to eat. He thought better of himself, he was probably going to do some battle training with Snailpaw anyway. He would have to find another apprentice. He himself was too large to even hit Snailpaw at his lightest. Perhaps Swanpaw and her mentor were somewhere training and he could find them after they hunt.

Zz


(Thats okay! No worries! How are you? Robinbreeze )

Swanpaws whiskers quivered, and her tail flicked as her ears swiveled around listening to sounds. She paused, opening her mouth.
"The mouse?"

(I'm pretty good, glad to be back rping. How about you?
And I think Firekit for Fire and Stonekit for Lucifer. And I can write something for that, but I think the kits should interact with Shortsun first before she renames them.)

Birchcloud nodded slowly, watching his apprentice. "Yes, the mouse would definitely be the easiest of the three choices even though the squirrel might feed more," he mewed and nodded in the direction of the mouse. "Go ahead and I'll access your movements."

As Shortsun woke up from her short nap, she was a bit surprised to find herself in the nursery. Then she remembered the kits and looked down at them. She purred and lapped at the little gray one. "Hello little ones," she mewed in a soft tone.

(Sounds good)
( Zz you can go ahead and play Lucifer if you want?)

Swanpaw lowered her haunches as well as her tail, creeping forward slowly. The mouse was nibbling on some nuts and acorns, unaware of the looming presence. She wiggled her haunches, then leaped forward, pouncing. The mouse gave a squeak of surprise, struggling out of her grip and darting around the tree. She raced after it, slamming one of her paws down on the mouses tail. It struggled and she bit its neck, killing it. She picked it up in her mouth, bringing it over to her mentor.