Warriors RPG (V2)

[C S]

"I'm fine, really" Tiberium replied before moving into the shade of a tree, its shadow stretching far past it as the sun slid from the sky behind it. He sat down among its roots and waited for the medicine cat to finish eating. He could always get something from the freshkill pile he heard about back at the camp.

Ferallion stopped whenever a bush drew near, the gray tom scrutinizing the plant and sniffing its surroundings, making sure there wasn't a cat hiding in the foliage. Once satisfied with his momentary investigation, he went on along his way, following the group.

[Hopeflower]

It was a short journey back, but by the end of it Shadowstar's stomach was growling ferociously. When they reached the camp, she turned and called, "Go and have yourselves a feast. You've earned it!" The triumphant warriors filed through the gorse tunnel, excited chatter joined with welcoming and inquisitive calls from those who had stayed behind.


Mistpool eyed the loner for another second before going back to her meal. There was plenty to go around, with a full fresh-kill pile; it wasn't as if Tiberium would be going hungry.

[TyrannoTitan]

Firestreak mingled with the other clan cats, but did not take any food from the clan's supply. As he wasn't a member, he felt it wrong to take what wasn't his. Ignoring the approaching night, Firestreak enjoyed being a part of the clan again, even if it was only temporary...

[C S]

Ferallion arrived at the spot he had left his brother; the gray loner standing alone at the far side of the camp. From the faded scent, his brother moved around the camp in an arbitrary manner, walking around randomly until he finally left. Ferallion circled around a few times before laying down where he had before, eying the clusters of cats as he waited for Tiberium's return.

With night coming, the white loner decided it would be best to head back to the clan. He stood up and arced his back in a stretch, pawing at the dirt before straightening out. "Its almost dark" he mewed to Mistpool. "Are you ready to go back?"

[Hopeflower]

Mistpool rose and scraped earth over the bones of the fish, giving the loner a nod. She meowed, "Yes. Let's go; the others will be wondering where we are." With a flick of her striped tail she set off toward camp, as confident as ever on her own Clan's territory.


Shadowstar stood watching her Clanmates and breathed a quiet sigh of satisfaction. Her wounds were stinging, but she ignored the pain, surveying her Clan with pride. This was where she was meant to be; at the head of a strong Clan, unafraid to defend their allies and fight for what belonged to the warriors of the forest. Maybe no one would have guessed she would be here now back when she was a kit...she'd always been small and sickly. But she'd proven wrong every cat who had ever told her what she couldn't do...and she would continue to do so until she lost her last life.

She was distracted from her thoughts by a friendly meow and turned to see Swanfeather padding toward her. The sisters touched noses in a brief but affectionate greeting. "So how did it go?" Swanfeather asked, sitting beside the tabby leader.

Shadowstar purred, "It went better than I expected it to. Those rogues will have more than a few scars to remember us by." She paused, regarded Swanfeather curiously, then went on, "I met a loner today after the battle...a former ShadowClan cat. He advised me to guard our borders carefully in case of future attacks....if I give you a description, do you think you would know him?"

The white she-cat gave her a long look through narrowed green eyes. Swanfeather was known for being good with names and faces, and had plenty of friends and acquaintances in the other Clans. "I might. It depends..." she meowed carefully, studying her sister. "Why do you want to know?"

"I'm curious, that's all," Shadowstar mewed with a shrug. She knew what her sister was thinking, and added, "I know the warrior code as well as any other Clan cat, Swanfeather." She gave a description of the tom, and Swanfeather sat there for a while, looking thoughtful. Finally, to Shadowstar's disappointment, she shook her head.

"I'm sorry, Shadowstar," she mewed. "I don't think I know him...but who knows. You may see him again. Ask him for his name if you do," she added somewhat teasingly, but there was a hint of warning in her gaze too. She hesitated before meowing, "And...be careful."

Shadowstar didn't have to ask what the reason for the cautionary words was. She licked the top of her sister's head comfortingly. "Don't worry," the tabby leader meowed, "I'm all grown up now. Go and enjoy yourself." As Swanfeather padded away, Shadowstar felt a small pang of isolation. Swanfeather's concern was appreciated, but the ThunderClan leader was all too aware of the rules...she was forbidden to seek a mate, unlike her sister. The Clan came first, always. If a leader was distracted from her duty, the Clan would be crippled...that was something that could not happen.

[C S]

It was only on the walk back to the clan did the implications of battle occur to the white loner, who eyed the dirt he walked upon in deep thought. If there were injured cats- severely injured ones at that- Mistpool wouldn't have been available to deal with them because of him. A shudder ran down his spine when the thought of his brother, hurt and without proper care, wondering where he was. He tried to stop thinking about that, to assure himself things weren't that bad, but even then he couldn't help moving with haste in his step...

[TyrannoTitan]

"You seem to be enjoying yourself," Firestreak meowed teasingly as he approached the clan leader, taking note of her expression. "Anything I can do to help?" he asked, his concern for what might be troubling Shadowstar clear, but the tom was still ecstatic about his reunion with the clan.

[Hopeflower]

Mistpool matched Tiberium's pace step for step, the medicine cat listening intently to her surroundings. She was beginning to pick up the scent of blood; the battle must be over, the patrol settling back into camp. She might be needed, and instinctively began going over remedies in her mind again.


Shadowstar felt herself smile in spite of the brief loneliness that had invaded her mind. It was good to see Firestreak so happy again; she reached out and flicked the young tom's shoulder with the tip of her tail. "It's nothing," she mewed, "just wondering about that loner. He was a bit of a strange one...but smart."

[TyrannoTitan]

"Him?" Firestreak meowed, seating himself beside the clan leader. "Not the first I've heard of him. A real nosy one, that cat."

[C S]

The smell of blood in the air was worrying but Tiberium remained resolute as he moved through the darkness with only the faintest silver light of the rising moon to guide him. The thick dark clouds that foretold rain were upon the forest and draped over the sky. The tom's pelt blew in a breeze that cut through the trees. It wasn't too long until the break in the ground that was the ravine appeared ahead. He awaited the situation down within Thunderclan camp, only able to hope it wasn't his brother's blood he smelled on the wind...

[Hopeflower]

Shadowstar cocked her head toward the young orange and white tom, curious. "How so?" she asked.


Mistpool bounded down the slope with the ease of practice, slipping through the gorse tunnel and immediately beginning to inspect the cats from the battle party. None of them were seriously hurt, but she sent those with claw marks or bite wounds to her den for treatment. She was quick and efficient, a medicine cat back to doing what she felt most at ease doing.

[TyrannoTitan]

"Rumors and all," Firestreak responded with a soft smile.

[C S]

Finding Ferallion was no difficult task and the white tom made his way towards his brother from the tunnel. Relief washed over his tense body and he thought "Ferallion's alright after all." Tiberium walked around the crowds of cats comprised of warriors and their peers and heard scattered praises among the chattering as he did, stopping at the Freshkill pile for a moment to grab a squirrel by its neck before continuing on. When he reached the gray loner the white furred loner sat to his right. Ferallion turned his head to look up at Tiberium, left eye closed, pretending that he was asleep before his brother's arrival. "Took you long enough. I take it you went fishing again?" he mewed before feigning a yawn. Tiberium set the squirrel down in front of Ferallion and asked "Uninjured?" Ferallion raised his head and looked at his sides. He then rolled onto his back, looking at his stomach for a short while before getting upright again. "Seems like it." he replied simply, Tiberium smiling at that and gesturing to the squirrel. "Hungry?" he mewed. Ferallion was about to take a bite out of the kill when he heard the faint rumble of his brother's stomach. He looked up at Tiberium and growled "Not as much as you are, apparently. One would think you'd have eaten something on your little trip"

"Well I was going to, but then I thought about Mistpool and how she might have wanted something to eat too" Tiberium mewed. "Mistpool?" the green eyed tom inquired.
"The medicine cat here. We went out to find some herbs before we stopped at the river and I caught a fish" Tiberium explained.
"I see" Ferallion mewed.
"She was hungry so I gave it to her and now I'm here giving you this...squirrel" Tiberium continued. Ferallion shook his head. "Why do you insist on helping others before you even help yourself?" he growled. Tiberium shrugged. "I just do what I think is right. It must be my nature"
"You'll end up starving because of your nature" Ferallion growled flatly before sitting up and pushing the squirrel to his brother. "Its yours"
"But-" Tiberium started to say but his brother simply mewed "Eat, damn you"

[The Kingpin]

"Are you crazy?!" snarled a brown-grey Bengal as the walking shadow emerged from the bushes, amber eyes studying him as the black tom smirked. "Showing yourself to a whole clan of cats right after a fight, THUNDERCLAN cats at that! If they'd recognised you they'd've pulled you limb from limb!" snarled the brown tom through glaring eyes. "Aww, worried about my well-being, are you brother?" purred Wraith with almost maddening calmness, his tone alone practically diffusing the situation, the black tom enjoying the exasperated look on his sibling and comrade's face. "You can't've been sure that would've worked" growled the tom. Wraith shrugged. "That is for me to know and you to ponder" growled the black tom mysteriously. "Sometimes I wonder whether you actually want to get yourself killed, Shadowsoul" said the dusty brown tom. "You worry too much for your age, Dustpelt. You sound like an over-worried Queen. Intelligent risk is not the same as plain recklessness. Sometimes risks are worth the reward" responded Wraith with a smile. "Intelligent risk? what intelligence was there in walking out between a bunch of Clan cats fresh out of a fight?" questioned Dustpelt frustratedly. "A chance to leave a mark in the mind of a Clan Leader. Now, she'll remember me. With a bit of luck, that memory will be of use in the future" responded Wraith with a dismissive wave of his paw. "Right. Just try not to get your head torn off next time, alright? Mother and Father'd never forgive me for it" meowed Dustpelt as he lay between the roots of a large tree, closing his eyes as he got comfortable. "I don't remember them telling you you had to watch over your litter mate" growled Wraith with a chuckle. "They didn't. But with you being the daredevil, someone has to keep you out of trouble" responded Dustpelt as he eyed him through one green eye. "Don't forget me getting into trouble keeps YOU out of it. remember that incident with the dog pack?" growled Wraith with a smirk, which simply broadened when his brother fell silent. "There's a mouse under that bush, if you're hungry" said Dustpelt after a few moments of silence. Wraith nodded gratefully, heading over to a bush by the bank of a stream. checking under the bush, he spotted the thin pink tail of a mouse, dragging it out and beginning to eat...

[Hopeflower]

In the ShadowClan camp, Mudsplash was standing outside Cedarstar's den, worried. The gray tabby wasn't exactly young, and feeding his Clan on rats through leaf-bare had brought with it the danger of the sickness the rats carried. And while it seemed StarClan had spared the rest of the Clan from the deadly illness, Cedarstar's den stank of it. Mudsplash shifted uneasily. When she had been named deputy, she never expected the Clan leader would be virtually unable to leave his nest a few moons later. Yes...the brown and white she-cat was worried. Worried that they would lose their leader....worried that she would never be able to guide the Clan half so well. And Crowfur...she shot a glance at the black and gray tom. He was loyal to the Clan. But it was no secret that he'd wanted the deputy position, and had been furious when Mudsplash was named instead. He challenged her at any chance he got....if Cedarstar lost his last life to the Carrionplace sickness....Mudsplash interrupted her own thoughts with a bout of coughing. Stupid cough, she thought, regaining her breath after a moment. But no matter how annoying her own persistent cough was, her main concern remained the ShadowClan leader. So here she stood, claws itching with frustration, wishing there were more she could do for him. Littlefern, their medicine cat, had said it was in StarClan's paws. Don't take him just yet, Mudsplash prayed silently. I don't know if I'm ready to lead this Clan....


Curiosity made Shadowstar cock her head. "What do you know of him?" she asked, wrapping her black ringed tail over her paws.

[TyrannoTitan]

"What the other loners have said. Reclusive, nosy, that sort of thing," Firestreak said with a shrug.

[Hopeflower]

Shadowstar made a low, thoughtful sound. "Formerly ShadowClan too," she murmured, half to herself. "it may be a good idea to keep an eye out for him in the future. He seems like he'd be better as an ally than an enemy..."


The exhausted mother put down the skinny squirrel she'd caught and sat down, panting heavily. Four moons of hunting for more than one cat had taken its toll on her; her own scrawny sides heaved as she tried to catch her breath. It had taken a lot of patience and many failed attempts to catch this one sorry bit of prey; a sign of just how out of shape and hungry she was. She struggled to her paws and forced herself to continue. Her ears pricked determinedly, she skirted puddles of ice cold water, determined not to fall in and get a soaking like she had several times already. Newleaf might have arrived, but there were still patches of snow and slush here and there, and it was easy to slip if you weren't careful. And the last thing she needed was to make the long walk back to where she'd left her son with a wet pelt.

Tiger himself was playing among the leaf litter, making quite a racket as he pounced and pinned first one leaf, then another, mewing excitedly. Unlike his mother, he looked well fed, as she'd been giving him all she could and taking almost nothing for herself. She'd begun teaching him how to hunt not long ago, and his tail lashed excitedly as he caught another leaf. One day, it'll be me hunting for her, he told himself. I'll be the best hunter in the forest! His amber eyes wide, he pretended the leaves were mice, pouncing on yet another and mewing triumphantly, "Gotcha!"

[TyrannoTitan]

"Wise words," Firestreak meowed simply with a nod.

[The Kingpin]

"All panicking aside, what else have you been up to in my absence, brother?" growled Wraith between mouthfuls of the mouse. "Well, I noted that there's another loner in the area. close by, in fact. A she-cat and a kit by the smell of it" answered Dustpelt casually, not noticing the curious look Wraith had given him. "You didn't go to investigate?" growled Wraith inquiringly. "No, Shadow, I didn't. That's what you'd do. I'd rather not investigate every potential source of danger around me, if you don't mind. I didn't leave Shadowclan because of you alone. I left because I was tired of the constant conflict, the trouble that went with Clan life. I don't WANT action around every corner. I want peace" responded Dustpelt as he eyed his brother seriously, green eyes staring right at him. "Always the negative one. I pity whoever the unlucky she-cat to mate you is. She'd be miserable" commented Wraith with a smirk. "Oh shut up, Shadow. Like you could bare having a mate as wild and uncontrollable as yourself. You'd be mad with worry for her most of the time" retorted Dustpelt, Wraith chuckling at the remark. "Hardly. If anything, I'd be with her, doing the exact same thing" responded the black tom, Dustpelt shaking his head in mock surrender. "Of course. How silly of me" he added, Wraith chuckling as he finished the last mouthful of his mouse. "Now, back to the subject. Any idea where this she-cat is? Always good to know your neighbours" inquired Wraith as Dustpelt lay on his flank, stretching against the tree roots he lay between. the dusty brown Bengal raised a paw to the black and grey cloudy sky above them, as if suggesting the she-cat watched them through the darkness of the shadowy veil. "Oh ha ha. Very amusing" responded Wraith, Dustpelt smirking. "I'll point you that way in the morning. Rest. Starclan knows, you need it after today" meowed the tom, Wraith sighing as he lay down, giving up on the attempt. Dustpelt was nothing if not stubborn. He wouldn't get the answer out of him before morning. Still, that didn't mean he wouldn't investigate for himself in a bit. The night was his playground, after all...He wouldn't waste his main advantage...

[Hopeflower]

Raven set her prey in front of her son and sat down with a long sigh. The trek back had sapped the last of her strength. She sank slowly into a crouch and let her eyes close as Tiger dug into the prey. He stopped after a few mouthfuls and nudged her. "Mama," he mewed, "you need to eat too." He headbutted her with his tiny head, looking at her through wide, almost scared amber eyes. "I ate, see?" She opened her pale blue eyes and gave an exhausted, encouraging purr. "I'll eat in a moment, my dear...just let me get my breath back..."


Shadowstar, taking note of how late it was getting, meowed to Firestreak, "You're welcome to spend the night here, if you like."