Reden and Dawnmist 1x1 rp

The dark tom stayed quiet for the rest of the journey, worried that if he said anything else, Morningstream would start crying again. He tried his best to be helpful when gathering herbs, but Morningstream was in a league of her own, seeming to be able to notice the tiniest plant. He took a deep breath when they reached the camp, "just say it was my fault if Owlwing gets mad at you." He told her as he leaned his head down to pick up the herbs. The bitter tastes made him almost gag. He didn't know how Morningstream could deal with this scent all of the time. Silently, he followed his sister in the camp, worried that they would run into Silvermist. His heart sank when they entered the medicine cat den where his father was talking to Owlwing.

"See," Owlwing snorted when the two camp in, motioning with his tail, "I told you that they were probably gathering herbs." He added, turning back to Silvermist as he spoke, "which, might I add, is a sign of how well I trained her. A medicine cat's job is never done."

Silvermist released a sigh of relief, ignoring Owlwings second comment, "thank Starclan." He whispered under his breath, looking at his two kits, worry still clear on his face. He had been sure that Owlwing was right, but part of him worried that Morningstream and Aspenheart had also left him, "never do that again. I was so worried." He told them, his fluffy tail wrapping tightly around his body.

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Frostpaw nodded, "I think that would be good. I'll finishing eating then join you." She told him, taking another bite of the shrew. She had been hungrier than she had expected. She narrowed her eyes, recalling that she hadn't had the urge to eat all day. She couldn't help but worry that the anxiety of the rogue was now getting to her. She shook her head, she couldn't let that happen. She was always the calm, collected one with a plan. Right now, that was what Duskpaw needed her to be, "have a good night, Dusk."

(Time skip)

Frostpaw was the first to wake up. She stood up and looked down at her brother before glancing to the entrance of the den. It was dawn, she could see the faint golden light of the sun shining through the ferns. It will be her last dawn here in the fox set. Their only option other than joining the group was to run off, but they had nowhere to go. She signed then paws at her brother, "wake up, we have some time to kill before they come." She said gently, not wanting to surprise him awake, "might as well enjoy our last day as loners, before we become filthy rogues." She said with some humor in her voice, it was difficult to pin point, but she was sure Duskpaw was able to catch it. She exited the den, it was still rather dark out, the sun just barely visible, "we need to get used to our names now...Shadow."

She released a small laugh, recalling that he wasn't the one that was likely to mess up, "maybe I should have picked a completely different name. Make it hard on you." She joked. She had no intention on changer who she was anymore than she absolutely had to. The group pf rogue knowing they were clan cats could cause an endless amount of issues, especially if they were keen on expanding their territory. The pale she-cat nodded, "sure, let's go now, we can hunt on our way." She suggested, maybe they could catch a nice vole or squirrel. With a flick of her small tail, she urged her brother to hurry up, already starting to walk towards the moon stone. Luckily, it wasn't too far, she suspected they would be back with enough time to spare. It was a relatively easy journey, no river or borders to cross so long as they paid attention.

Frostpaw tilted her head unsure of what her brother was up to, she simply nodded in response, giving him a skeptical look. Whatever, it was, she was sure it was something she should be worrying about, especially if he felt the need to warn her before hand. She eyed him carefully, sitting down as he walked towards the tree and climbing up to the higher branches. Her worry started to grow. As soon as he started jumping after the squirrel like her was mad, she stood up, her short tail fluffed up like a rabbit's, "Duskpaw, what in Starclan was that?" she called as the squirrel was dropped to her paw. How is a cat so huge able to jump around like that? What is he? Half-squirrel? She shook her head, "get down, you'll hurt yourself, flea-brain." She added, marching up to the tree like a queen about to scold her kits.

"It's not funny!" She snapped back like a kit, feeling her pelt go hot from embarrassment. "You're so annoying. Worse than ticks. I would rather have ticks." She huffed quickly as she followed him. What did he expect her to do when he started swinging around in the tree branches like that? "You could have gotten hurt, then what? I'm not carrying you around if you hurt yourself. Got it?" She added, trying to sound stern but she was so flustered that it was difficult to sound as mature as she would like. He always used to pull pranks and cause trouble, and it seemed like he decided to go back to his old, annoying ways.

Frostpaw rolled her eyes as she laid down beside him and started to eat her share of the squirrel, making sure to savor every last bite. Who knows when they would get to taste such fresh prey again, she would even miss the shrews that seemed to flood the fox set. She didn't want to be greedy, but she hoped that they would get a chance to hunt again on their way back. She glanced over to Duskpaw, licking her lips happily, "thank you." She purred, though she was still unimpressed with how he got the prey, she was still thankful for it. When they were finished, she stood up, ready to keep going. They wouldn't get a lot of time to stay at that strange place if they took too long of a break. She looked back to her brother, waiting to see if he was ready to keep moving. She wanted to see the water again, just one last time.

"Based on what Mara said, the rogue group seems unsteady. You will act as the main source of interest and I'll try to get information about our forgotten clan and the group. I think the best thing to do is be good little kits for Henry, then ruin the group from the inside. No group mean no cats to bother us. I suspect that it will be difficult for us to get out of the two-leg place otherwise." She explained, her tone rather cold as she talked about potentially ruining the lives of many cats. However, as far as she saw it, the cats were the ones who started it. They made it clear that they were never going to stop, having Mara and sometimes other members show up every single day as a reminder. She looked to Duskpaw, "I know it seems drastic, but I don't think they will ever stop otherwise. Who knows, maybe we will be doing some cats a favor. Mara didn't seem to like her life there- I'm sure there's others who feel the same."

Unlike Aspenheart, who would have puffed up his chest and held his head high at the compliment, Frostpaw kept her eyes forward, only a flick of her ear indicating her appreciation. "Of course I did, I told you I would think of a plan when this first happened." She responded calmly, though if Duskpaw looked closes, he would be able to see a small smile forming at the corners of her mouth. She was determined for this to work, though unfortunately, the plan was not a solid one, just a fluid baseline. They would have to adapt to the situation and may need to change their plan if the group was different than expected. For all she knew, Mara could have been the only one dissatisfied with Henry's leadership. That would cause her whole plan to be irrelevant, "I'm worried that we may not get a chance to discuss in private a lot." She said, her pace picking up as they passed the moonstone, the scent of water filling her lungs. It smelled like home, "we will have to find other ways to communicate. If they plan needs to change, we will need to let the other know."

"We could use tail signs." Frostpaw responded sarcastically as she walked past the odd camp, sitting down at the bluff, looking over the water in front of them. She took in a deep breath, wanting to cherish the scent that filled the air, it reminded her so much of Isletclan that it made her heart ache. "We will come back here one day." She said quietly, feeling a tinge of sadness at the thought of going back to that two-leg place; perhaps some fear as well, but she kept that to herself. She knew Duskpaw would worry none stop if she said anything, "we can bring Aspenheart, Morningstream, father and even Owlwing and Redclaw." She purred.

She turned and looked back to him, seeing him jumping around like a kit. She decided to not say anything that would ruin this moment for him, feeling that it will be his last chance to feel completely happy and free for a while. She stood up and made her way over to where Duskpaw stood, taking a chance to look around the area. She could see what he was talking about, there were certainly areas that seemed to be dens. She looked back to the black tom, "but the clan was at the twoleg place- that's how the story goes." She pointed out, still sure that this was just some rogue camp. Owlwing had confirmed that her vague recall of the story was the base of the tale- though some cats would add more details to make it more exciting.

Frostpaw shrugged, she was no medicine cat. She believed in Starclan, and thanked them, but she had no closer a connection to them than any other clan cat, "I'm sorry, I'm not sure." She admitted, wishing she could tell him, but there was nothing to tell. She looked around a little more, "maybe they would give a sign. They told Morningstream about us leaving, maybe it wasn't a warning?" She suggested, not thinking much of the idea, it was just her speaking her mind without filtering her thoughts. She looked up at the large rock, she could see why he was so interested in this place, she could picture a leader making announcements up there. "We will have to deal with the rogues first anyways, no reason to worry about a river we can't even cross."

"Perhaps." She said, not fully agreeing, but she was sure stranger thing have happened. She continued to look around the camp, noticing all the small details that show how used everything had been before it seemed to be suddenly abandoned. Paths were worn from years of use, even some remains of a spot for sharing tongues could be seen in the worn down stones. "Why are you so interested in this place?" She eventually asked. Now that she thought about it, it was odd to even think of go past the moonstone. Many cats went there, but she had never heard a single word of a place like this.

Frostpaw nodded as her brother spoke, keeping note of everything he said. It was odd, this place was nothing like anywhere else they had been. She was about to ask for clearification when she heard a sudden noise. She nearly jumped out of her pelt but relaxed when she saw it was just Mara. She sat down and faced the she-cat, glancing quickly to the red tom that also emerged from behind some undergrowth. He hissed under her breath. They had agreed to go tonight at dusk, but she clearly expected too much of the group, "you were following us." She stated accusingly, finding herself having a hard time hiding her anger.

The red tom spoke first, "we assumed that you two were running off. So we followed you. We wouldn't want you two to run into any trouble." He responded, though there was clearly an underlining threat in his words.

Frostpaw- no, Frost, forced herself to relax, keeping in mind what the plan was. She couldn't ruin it. It would be difficult for...Shadow, to get information. She was small and relatively unthreatening. She needed to keep that image no matter what. She dipped her head, "I see, I'm sorry. I sounded harsh."

"Yes, we did. So you could imagine our surprise when you two seemed to have ran off in a hurry." The red tom countered quickly, taking a step forward. "We wanted to check to see if your sister was even well enough to make the journey." The tom took a moment to look Frost over, "clearly we were worrying for nothing. Nonetheless, perhaps since we are all here, we can help you two make it back to your den. Or better yet, we can go straight to our camp." Brick suggested, though his tone made it clear that the two siblings had no real choice, "well then, let's start walking now. My father was anxious about you two, I'm sure he will feel more at ease when he finally sees that you are safe and sound with us. I'll take the rear."

Frost glanced to her brother and nodded, feeling it would be for the best if they just did as the tom said. He spoke politely, but there was no doubt that his words contained threats. Threats that he seemed more than happy to act upon. "Well, brother, let's go." She said as she stood up and walked towards the two cats, not giving the water another glance, despite how badly she wanted to. She wanted that view to be a happy one.