The Falling Stars/Roleplay


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Night purred as he looked at Moth. "Thank the Tribe of Endless Hunting," he sighed, staring into his daughter's eyes for the first time. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   23:34, October 16, 2015 (UTC)

Moth blinked at her father, who had blue eyes, like her mother's. Holding his stare for a bit, and turned away, sniffing. " Where's Sorrel?" G r y f f i n d o r  17:58, October 18, 2015 (UTC)

"What?" Sorrel heard her name being called, and she bounded down the side of Night's legs to see what it was. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   18:01, October 18, 2015 (UTC)

" I'm Moth, your sister!" Moth said slowly, finding it weird seeing her littermate for the first time. ''She's nothing like what I imagined. '' G r y f f  i n d o r  18:24, October 18, 2015 (UTC)

Sorrel bounced on her paws. "Finally, I can play with someone!" The tortoiseshell she-cat waved one paw in the air boredly, before returning her gaze to Moth. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   18:29, October 18, 2015 (UTC)

Moth hesitantly lowered herself out of the nest, testing her weight on her legs. Kit fuzz was around her eyes and her ticked fur was fluffy with youth. Bird gave her a little nudge and Moth slithered forwards, stopping a few tail-lengths away from her sister. "  What do you wanna play?" G r y f f i n d o r  18:37, October 18, 2015 (UTC)

"I don't know..." Sorrel paused for a moment, trying to think of something. "...Ooooh, I know! You wanna play some Mossball?" -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   18:39, October 18, 2015 (UTC)

"... Mozboll? What's that?" Moth said slowly. G r y f f i n d o r  18:41, October 18, 2015 (UTC)

(mozboll xDDDD) Sorrel shook her head slowly. "Come on, I'll show you," Soorel mewed, scampering over to the edge of the den. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   18:43, October 18, 2015 (UTC)

(the intelligence of moth). Moth followed at a more hesitant and cautious pace, looking around the den. She reached the corner, staying away from the shadows, not entirely sure what they were. G r y f f i n d o r  18:48, October 18, 2015 (UTC)

Sorrel waited for Moth. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   03:08, October 19, 2015 (UTC)

Moth arrived, twitching her ears at Sorrel. G r y f f i n d o r  18:52, October 19, 2015 (UTC)

"Come on!" Sorrel bounded out of the nursery, her fur bristling. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   00:37, October 20, 2015 (UTC)

This was exhausting for Moth. The ticked tabby scrambled after her lively sister, excited, but not liking that her sister was telling her what to do. She looked up at the sky and gasped- it was so large, so blue!- and at the space that was their camp. She forced her small legs to move quicker, trying to keep up with Sorrel. G r y f f i n d o r  00:59, October 20, 2015 (UTC)

Sorrel waited for Moth for a little bit, waiting for her sister to catch up. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   01:03, October 20, 2015 (UTC)

"... I'm here." Moth panted, shaking her head. " What were you going to show me again?" G r y f f i n d o r  01:04, October 20, 2015 (UTC)

Sorrel thought for a moment. "Oh yeah! I was going to show you how to play Mossball!" -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   01:08, October 20, 2015 (UTC)

" Moz- bal..." Moth said slowly, testing out the pronounciation. Her eyes brightened. " Okay! Let's play!" she crouched down playfully. G r y f f i n d o r  01:09, October 20, 2015 (UTC)

"Just gotta fetch something..." Sorrel went down to the nook where she kept her ball of moss nearby, and she brought it out, clasping it in her jaws. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   01:11, October 20, 2015 (UTC)

" Ewww!" Moth yelped, springing backwards and failing epically, landing on her side. She sprang up and curled her lip in disgust. " What is ''that?" '' G r y f f  i n d o r  01:12, October 20, 2015 (UTC)

"It's moss," Sorrel mewed, prodding the ball with a paw. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   01:13, October 20, 2015 (UTC)

Moth sniffed it cautiously, eventually deciding she could trust it. " So we play Mozball with this... Moss?" G r y f f i n d o r  01:20, October 20, 2015 (UTC)

Sorrel nodded eagerly. "Yeah! You've got to try and catch the ball." Sorrel then picked up the ball back in her jaws. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   03:10, October 20, 2015 (UTC)

Moth waited for Sorrel to release it, eyes slitted slightly and tail waving for balance as she crouched. G r y f f i n d o r  22:30, October 20, 2015 (UTC)

Eagle sat inside of his den, hearing the kits playing before sighing. He had no heir, and if he died...Well, bad things would happen. 22:32, October 20, 2015 (UTC)

Sorrel tossed the ball. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   09:00, October 21, 2015 (UTC)

Moth jumped for the ball and pounced on it. G r y f f i n d o r  22:13, October 21, 2015 (UTC)

Flame sat in camp, twitching an ear boredly. 13:36, October 31, 2015 (UTC)

Moth missed the mossball and chased it as it rolled across the floor. G r y f f i n d o r  14:01, October 31, 2015 (UTC)

Flame watched Moth and sat outside, purring in satisfaction. "Looks like you're having alot of fun," He murmered, cocking his head. 14:04, October 31, 2015 (UTC)

" What?" Moth squeaked, putting a paw on the mossball. " Oh, yeah. It's fun!" G r y f f i n d o r  14:07, October 31, 2015 (UTC)

Flame smiled at Moth, purring with satisfaction. "Mossball, hmm? Seems to be the kits' favorite game these days." 14:08, October 31, 2015 (UTC)

Moth cocked her speckled head to one side. " What's favourite?" G r y f f i n d o r  14:10, October 31, 2015 (UTC)

Flame contiuned to purr. "Mossball is favored by most kits," He replied, drawing a paw over his ears. "Something you prefer over others." 14:12, October 31, 2015 (UTC)

Moth frowned slightly, tail swishing over the ground. " What's prefer?" G r y f f i n d o r  14:15, October 31, 2015 (UTC)

Flame looked away, growing slightly annoyed. "Eh, nevermind. But yeah. Have fun playing Mossball." 14:16, October 31, 2015 (UTC)

" What's nevermind?" Moth squeaked, curious and fascinated at the strange words Flame was saying. But then she grabbed the mossball and trotted away. G r y f f i n d o r  14:17, October 31, 2015 (UTC)

Flame blinked blankly, and snarled codly under his breath in frusteration. ''That troll.. oh well. ''(XDDD) 14:19, October 31, 2015 (UTC)

(cats don't even know what trolls are lol). Moth didn't notice the snarl, but Bird- who's ever watchful blue eyes were on her kits- did. She got up and marched over to the tom, eyes flashing and fur bristling. " What did you just do to my kit?" G r y f f i n d o r  14:21, October 31, 2015 (UTC)

Flame backed away, blinking in confusion. "Uhhh, I didn't do anything," He snarled, narrowing his eyes sharply and stomping away. 14:23, October 31, 2015 (UTC)

" I heard you snarl at her," Bird snapped, tail beginning to lash as she entered protective-mother mode. "  Don't you dare snarl at any of my family- especially my kits- ever again." She watched him stalk away with a cold satisfaction, marching back to her kits and sitting beside them protectively. G r y f f i n d o r  14:25, October 31, 2015 (UTC)

Flame let out a growl, and snarled one thing back before exiting camp. "Well, maybe you should teach your kit what words mean!" 14:28, October 31, 2015 (UTC)

" Maybe you should grow up!" Bird called back defiantly, very angry. She turned her back on the entrance, not wanting to engage in furthur arguing with that tom. G r y f f i n d o r  14:29, October 31, 2015 (UTC)

Reeds That Grow by River quietly stalked a mouse, her thoughts getting mixed with her memories from the battle. ''Stupid Burn, having kits with that she-cat. Good thing he died, they got together even though the she-cat's Clan and his faction were enemies. I remember hearing that their kits died anyway, though I think that she-cat didn't deserve to have her kits killed by that rogue.'' "I hope  you understand.   I want   to understand.   I'm   sorry."   -Peridot, Steven Universe  15:39, November 1, 2015 (UTC)

Moon felt his hackles raise with fear as Eagle led him to what was to be his new home. At one point, all of the cats had been his Tribe's enemies, but now, he was their heir, their future leader. 20:30, November 1, 2015 (UTC)

Trotting back to her home, Reed jumped as she spotted Moon. "And who is this, Eagle?"

"I hope  you understand.   I want   to understand.   I'm   sorry."   -Peridot, Steven Universe  01:37, November 2, 2015 (UTC)

Eagle narrowed his eyes, keeping his son close. "This is Moon, your very Heir, so I suggest you show some respect to him, after all, he's your future leader." 02:34, November 2, 2015 (UTC)

"Are you saying you had kits with someone?" Reed couldn't hold in the attitude. "With whom, leader?" "I hope  you understand.   I want   to understand.   I'm   sorry."   -Peridot, Steven Universe  23:43, November 2, 2015 (UTC)

Eagle narrowed his eyes coldly. "My personal life is none of your business, walk away, that's an order." 23:59, November 2, 2015 (UTC)

Flame let out a yawn, and laid down by a thick patch of ferns. He carefully curled his tail around his paws, and laid his head down. 00:02, November 3, 2015 (UTC)

Reed held in a growl, casting an angry look at Moon and Eagle before turning. Goodness, that wasn't a nice intro. "I hope  you understand.   I want   to understand.   I'm   sorry."   -Peridot, Steven Universe  00:11, November 3, 2015 (UTC)

Flame flicked an ear and quickly shot his head up, hearing the loud growl of his leader. ''Ugh.. what could he possibly be buffering up about now? '' 00:13, November 3, 2015 (UTC)

"Because you were trained the ways of a regular soldier in a completely different faction...-" Eagle began, pacing inside his den while his son casually sat by the entrance. "-...you'll basically have to start over in your training. You know the basics of hunting and fighting, however, you must learn to be a good and fair leader." 00:16, November 3, 2015 (UTC)

Flame let out a sigh, and padded towards the leader's den. He sat outside, his whiskers twitching with amusement. ''Ooh, the leader has a son.. How interesting. '' 00:18, November 3, 2015 (UTC)

Eagle stopped, twitching his tail tip in irritation. Since when was his personal life such a gossip that every single cat had to stick their nose into? Had his Tribemates no respect?! "Whoever is outside of my den, you are dismissed, this is a private conversation for me and my son only." 00:23, November 3, 2015 (UTC)

Flame narrowed his eyes, keeping still and quiet. He moved himself along the edge of the den, quietly scowling to himself as he stepped on his tail. 00:26, November 3, 2015 (UTC)

Annoyed, Eagle turned back to his son. "Seeing that my own Tribe holds no respect, we will be taking these private matters out of camp. Come along, Moon." Pushing his way out of his den, Moon trotted after his father, leaving the camp behind him. 00:28, November 3, 2015 (UTC)

Flame snorted and padded back into the ???? den. 00:34, November 3, 2015 (UTC)

Moon eyed his father once they were quite a distance from camp. "Sooo....is it like, a custom for your heir to have a mother in a different faction." Eagle shook his head, a little offended by his heir's comment. "No, I had no mate...Your mother and I made a deal: she wanted to give her sister some foster kits, and I needed a heir. So yeah." He paused to take a breath. "My brother, Crow, tried to kill me and took over as leader, which is why our rankings are based off of the ancients. I decided against converting my tribe back, seeing that we are now thriving, and everyone's so used to their current positions, seeing that they hunt, fight, and heal." 00:58, November 3, 2015 (UTC)

(purple makes it hard to seeeee) Moth stared at the new tom and made a face at his scent. Bird whacked her lightly with her tail, telling her to mind her manners. G r y f f i n d o r  04:50, November 6, 2015 (UTC)

Flame padded through the camp, his tail-tip flicking. 19:34, November 6, 2015 (UTC)

(wren needs her sharpclaw stuff done, she's of age) Wren trotted around camp, while Sorrel cocked her head at Moon. "Who's that?" -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   19:36, November 6, 2015 (UTC)

" I don't know..." Moth squeaked, wriggling around in her mother's hold. " D'you think he's coming to live with us? Oh, look! It's that tom!" She pointed at Flame with her tail. G r y f f i n d o r  19:48, November 6, 2015 (UTC)

Flame narrowed his eyes and grunted. ''Oh great.. Now I'm going to get yelled at by a mother who can't teach her kit one thing. '' 19:50, November 6, 2015 (UTC)

" That guy's my friend!" Moth squeaked, breaking free from her mother and skittering across the floor. Bird lunged a second too late, her teeth clicked shut on empty air as Moth bounded forwards to meet Flame. G r y f f i n d o r  19:53, November 6, 2015 (UTC)

Flame snorted and whisked his tail across the ground. ''I'm not a friend of a clueless half-born kit! ''His tail-tip twitching in annoyance, he came face to face with the small she-kit. "Erm.. Hi." 19:56, November 6, 2015 (UTC)

" Hi!" Moth said, twitching her tail. " Can you teach me more words?"--- Bird watched Flame carefully. G r y f f i n d o r  19:57, November 6, 2015 (UTC)

Flame flattened his ears. "That's not my job," He meowed strictly, flicking an ear. "Ask your mother. She's the one who knows more than you, afterall." 20:00, November 6, 2015 (UTC)

Moth frowned in disappointment. " Aww, fine. But I thought you were my friend. I guess I was wrong." The ticked kit stomped away to her sister and mother. G r y f f i n d o r  20:05, November 6, 2015 (UTC)

Flame rolled his eyes and padded away. ''Good riddens. That kit is more annoying than a pack of foxes! '' 20:07, November 6, 2015 (UTC)

Shine leaned into Crow's side, taking in the prisoner's scent with a quick breath. She closed her amber eyes as he shifted closwer, protectively wrapping his tail around the molly. The ginger she-cat moved her head to look up at the tom she loved so dearly, her amber gaze calm, but demanding. "Crow," she began gently, "you know we cannot be together, you're nothing but a prisoner now..." The dark-pelted tom let out a soft growl, flexing his claws. "They don't have to know, they can't tell me what to do. I love you, Shine, and that's all that matters, and I...I...I won't let anything happen to you." 00:33, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

( can derp haunt crow's dreams just bc?) Moth was tired up beinf cooped up in the cage. The ticked kit ruffled her fur before making a bold descision. Checking that her mother wasn't watching, she slipped through the entrance and headed outside of camp. She blinked up in wonder at the sky, feeling a burst of freedom and cavorting about. Suddenly, she spotted the edge a dangerous section of moss-covered rock and pricked her ears, running forwards and deciding to climb them. G r y f f i n d o r  00:44, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

(sorry, but no, he's basically obsessed with Shine) Shine cast Crow a confused glance. "...I'm fine, Crow, why are you so much like this? You've been fretting over me constantly lately." The black tom flattened his ears and looked away. "...I had a dream about you, Shine...About your death, and I cannot let it happen, no-one shall hurt you." 00:48, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

(idc. i just miss having an excuse to derp in rp). Moth's claws dripped the moss as she tried to navigate her way across the rocks. Her heart was pounding with the thrill of adventure. G r y f f i n d o r  00:52, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

Shine frowned before pressing her face back into his thick black fur. "...I won't leave you, Crow, I promise." She murmured softly before wrapping her tail around his. Crow starred down at his love interest with an intense blue gaze. "...Then be my mate." The molly looked up at him, alarmed. "My brother can't say anything if he doesn't know, it'll be our secret, I promise." Shine shut her jaws before going silent, eventually touching her muzzle to his. "...Then let's be mates, Crow." 00:54, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

Moth nearly slipped but managed to save herself just in time. Panting, she stood there and admired the view from where she'd managed to navigate herself. Then, suddenly, she heard a snarl. A large weasel-like creature was running at her. Moth screamed in horror, but the weasel was on her before she could do anything. Out of adrenaline, she lashed out with a paw and managed to connect with the thing. It snarled and suddenly turned and loped away, but left at a cost. Moth's scream of asgony pierced the air, her leg manlged and gushing blood. G r y f f i n d o r  01:00, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

"Shine, I love you so-" The black tom cut himself off as a screech rang in his ears. "What was that?" Shine was already on her paws and racing out of camp. Crow wanted to follow, but if he left the camp, he'd probably be killed by his brother. 01:04, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

''Moth?!?! ''Bird's ears pricked and she was speeding out of camp after Shine. " My- Moth!" she shrieked shrilly, picking up the scent trail and running faster than she ever had in her life. When she found her daughter lying stretched out and bloodstained, Bird howled in grief and crouched beside her. " Moth!!" G r y f f i n d o r  01:06, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

Shine skidded to a halt at the bloody kit and Bird, angling her ears towards camp. "Hurry, get her back to camp, we have all of the cobwebs there." 01:09, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

But Bird stood immobilized. " Her leg...." she gasped, while Mith writhed in pain. Galvanized into action, she hoisted her daughter on her shoulders and went back to camp as fast as she dared. G r y f f i n d o r  01:20, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

Reed pricked her ears at the sight of Bird rushing in with Moth. "Oh, why did Nightgazer have to die?!?" she growled to herself, dashing over to the injured she-cat. "What happened, Bird?" Panic held her voice, the sharpclaw shaking at the shock of seeing Moth like this... "I hope   you understand.   I want   to understand.   I'm   sorry."   -Peridot, Steven Universe  15:14, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

" I don't know, I don't know!" Bird's voice rose into hysteria. Moth was bleeding heavily, her frail body slipping into unconsciousness. " We need a healer, or somebody! I don't know what to do!" (whatever happens, Moth's leg needs to be amputated). G r y f f i n d o r  15:30, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

"What about the other Tribe? They've got a healer, right?!?" Reed frantically paced, her gaze on the ground and her eyes worried. "I hope  you understand.   I want   to understand.   I'm   sorry."   -Peridot, Steven Universe  15:34, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

"We're sharpclaws, we all know about herbs, unless you guys never finished your training." Shine pointed out. 15:38, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

(wait, what? they know about herbs??) Bird was in a state of emotional distress, quite obviously. She began to pace, ignoring Shine's comment and Reed. " I don't care! My daughter is going to die and I need help!  G r y f f i n d o r  15:53, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

(Yeah, that's why they have no healer) "Get her to camp, now. The other tribe is at last a day's travel away, there's no way she'd make it." Shine ordered quickly. 16:02, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

(okie) Bird nodded, to upset to be the one giving orders. She gently grabbed Moth's scruff and set off at a brisk walk, careful to keep the mangled leg from touching the ground. ''Could there be infection? ''Moth cried out in her sleep G r y f f i n d o r  16:04, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

"Hurry now," Shine murmured as she lengthened her strides,forcing her way into camp. Crow poked his head out of his den, watching Shine hurry off. His blue eyes clouded with confusion, wondering what she was up to. 17:32, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

Bird nodded and, upon reaching camp, set Moth down on the floor. " What'll happen to her?" G r y f f i n d o r  17:35, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

Shine didn't respond, studying the leg with a narrowed gaze. She then took in a deep breath. "...I....It may have to come off, Bird." 17:36, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

" WHAT?!" Bird shrieked. " Come off? Why?" G r y f f i n d o r  17:40, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

"It's done for, the wounds are too deep and too great. Keeping it on will only give her a terrible infection, and kill her for sure." Shine finished with a sigh. 17:41, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

"Bird looked sick. " Who'll take it off?" she eyed everyone in the room mistrustfully. " I-I'll do it myself."  G r y f f i n d o r  17:43, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

Light sat grooming his pelt quietly; the tom had joined not long ago and preferred to go by his loner named Arthur.—   Ryewhisker 16:24, November 19, 2015 (UTC)

(let'ssaynightistherewithhismate) Night sighed, shooting a sad look at his mate and eldest daughter. "...I don't know..." Meanwhile, Wren paced around frantically. (she was meant to be a sharpclaw over two weeks ago, should I just say she became one or...?) -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   04:02, November 20, 2015 (UTC)

"Alright, if you're going to do it, do it quickly. Once you remove her limb, keep it above her heart to slow the bloodflow, wrap it immediately as well." Turning, Shine quickly left, her eyes clouding with worry as Crow peered from his den, nuzzling her gently as she approached. 18:00, November 21, 2015 (UTC)

Bird nodded slowly, eyes wide in anguish. Revulsion rose in her stomach before pushing it down. The ginger-and-white cat knew it was her daughter's only chance, the leg was mutilated beyond healing. It bled heavily, and Bird was worried it would get infected. I'm sorry, Moth,, she thought before plunging her muzzle down onto her daughter's leg and severing it with two swift bites.--- Moth screamed in agony before going unconscious once more. G r y f f i n d o r  18:11, November 21, 2015 (UTC)

Shine flinched at the cry before pushing her muzzle into Crow's fur, clsoing her eyes.18:18, November 21, 2015 (UTC)

"... I'm so sorry..." Bird sobbed. Through her pain, she applied cobwebs and salve to the terrible wound. The she-cat pressed against Night, shaking with emotion. To see her daughter lying there... so still.... so vulnerable... it was extremely traumatic.--- Moth remained unconscious, though she would certainly wake up later on. G r y f f i n d o r  22:43, November 24, 2015 (UTC)

Eagle summoned his tribe. " Sorrel, you have reached the age of eight moons, and it is time for you to be apprenticed. Your mentor will be Flame. I hope Flame will pass down all he knows on to you." Because Moth was crippled, he decided not to hold her ceremony...or at least not yet. 22:14, November 29, 2015 (UTC)

Once Moth had woken to find herself crippled, without a leg, and extremely weak from blood less, Bird had had to explain. It hurt her so, so bad to see Moth lying there half-dead with angry, dull eyes. The anger scared her. Moth looked so pent-up, like a snake ready to strike. When she'd finished, Bird had scurried out for the ceremony. Her pride in Sorrel was clouded by Moth's state, though she purred loudly and licked her daughter afterwards.--- ''This is stupid. I can't move, I can't talk, it hurts so bad. What is this? And my leg, it's throbbing, throbbing all the time. So is my head. I hate. This. All! ''She caught Eagle's ceremony words and bit back a yowl of rage. ''It's not fair! I want to be apprenticed, too! '' G r y f f  l e p u ff  02:54, December 2, 2015 (UTC)

Shine gently rested her head against Crow's chest as they sat togther in the prisoner's den. Meanwhile, Moon returned to camp, standing tall as he carried an eagle in his jaws, followed by Falcon and a few other sharpclaws. 22:02, December 12, 2015 (UTC)

(logically, a cat wouldn't be able to carry an eagle in their jaws, just saying' c:) Bird was one of the sharpclaws, having left, unable to bear seeing Moth in her helpless state. She added her contribution, a snow hare, before sitting down beside her mate.--- Moth struggled to stand up, frail and weak now. Her frustration and irritation at being confined to the ground. She was so furious at her helpless, weak state that she stabbed the ground with her thin claws and one broke off. G r y f f l e p u ff  23:11, December 12, 2015 (UTC)

Snow squnited at the sun shining on her face. She rolled underneath a boulder which let shade fall over her. She yelped suddenly as the pebbles under her slid and she rolled down a ledge and landed with a thud. "Ow." 🍁Patch   feather🍁   23:43, December 17, 2015 (UTC)

Jay that Flies with Eagles padded from her den to the pile of fresh kill. Her joints creaked as she did, making her walk slowly, trying not to show her pain. It had suddenly flared up particularly badly again, she'd have to try and seek out some daisies again for their leaves. Not that many grew up on the mountains, of course. Usually she could just ignore it, but when it flared up moving around camp could be hard. Still, she enjoyed hunting when she could, hoping that she didn't hold the others back. She hoped the others didn't resent the days she spend denbound, unable to move further than the fresh kill. She at the least tried to make up for it on days when she didn't ache. 22:31, January 5, 2016 (UTC)

(ayyy) Sorrel was nagging her mentor to go out for training, the softpaw having been one for a few moons now. Wren had become a sharpclaw a while back, and currently the she-cat was grooming her dark pelt. Night was with his mate. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   23:50, January 5, 2016 (UTC)

" Hi Jay," Bird said from her spot beside Night. Her blue eyes that were so clouded with worry lit up at the sight of the catch. Ever since Moth's injury, the young cat had seemed to age. She walked with a slow slouching step and with her head hanging down. " Nice catch! Or should I say, catches." Lost souls in  r e v e r i e 23:52, January 5, 2016 (UTC)

Night waved his tail in agreement. Wren finished grooming herself, before deciding to go out of camp. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   00:01, January 6, 2016 (UTC)

Moth had finally become softpaw after regaining her strenght. The vivacious and sassy she-cat was a real nuisance to anyone but her family. The ticked she-cat was currently outside, practicing her new method of walking. She needed to get good at it. Lost souls in  r e v e r i e 00:03, January 6, 2016 (UTC)

Snow pulled herself up with a grount. ''That was too close! ''she thought, looking out at the rocks below her. I  '  m   n  o  t   s  a  y  i  n  g   i  t   w  a  s  a  l  i  e  n  s...   b  u  t   i  t   w  a  s   a  l i e  n  s    00:43, January 6, 2016 (UTC)

"Hi Bird." said Jay with a sympathetic smile. "Do you want some?" Jay had great sympathy for Moth and her mother, not pretending that her complaints were as bad as the injury had been, but at least felt she could relate to the frustration of not always being able to do what you wanted because your body let you down. 20:36, January 6, 2016 (UTC)

For the longest time, Crow had been speaking with Amber, and slowly but surely, she had turned him into a dark and evil cat. And now, he planned to kill Eagle. And Moon? Pah, the tom would be a piece of cake, he just needed to kill off Eagle first. 20:12, January 10, 2016 (UTC)

(!!!!) Wren came back into camp after a hunting trip. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   20:13, January 10, 2016 (UTC)

Crow had also learned that his dearly beloved Shine was expecting his kits...but, Amber had also informed Crow that Eagle had some feelings for Shine, thus, his brother definitely had to go. Lately, he had been avoiding his mate at all costs, upsetting the poor molly. And now, Crow walked with his brother outside, the wind howling and the rain splattering on their pelts. It was the prisoner's perfect chance. 20:15, January 10, 2016 (UTC)

Sorrel dozed in the softpaws' den. Wren put her catches on the fresh-kill pile. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   20:18, January 10, 2016 (UTC)

With a roar, Crow leaped at Eagle, the leader leaping back in surprise. "Crow! What're you doing?!" He snapped, his eyes revealing his confusion. "You! You know about me and Shine, and you love her too! I will not let anyone stand in our way of being happy!" The black tom leaped at his brother once more, only to find himself tackling Shine.

"Crow, please, this is nonsense! This isn't you, I love you, and we can and will be happy!" She cried, pressing her muzzle against him. Crow simply kicked his mate aside, his eyes dark before he growled, "this has to be done." With that, he leaped at Eagle, and the two fought...but in the end, both toms lay injured, bleeding, brothers at war...Crow now looked hideous, but he had won, as Eagle was dead. 20:22, January 10, 2016 (UTC)

Moons later, Moon was still leader, and his heir, who had been born the day of his father's death, was 12 moons of age. However, Moon was disgusted by the structure of his Tribe. Sharpclaws? Softpaws? He wanted it to be like a Clan, after all, he had come to believe in StarClan. But he feared changing it, as he already saw himself as a poor leader...thus, it was time for him to step down and let his son take over.

"Fox, may I speak with you for a moment, my boy?" 21:19, January 16, 2016 (UTC)

(that makes Sorrel sharpclaw then) Sorrel had become a Sharpclaw moons ago, and the tortoiseshell came back into camp with some prey in her jaws. Night groomed himself. He was growing old, and the tom was starting to think about retiring from his duties. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   21:21, January 16, 2016 (UTC)

The young tom's ears perked up at his father's mew. He knew what Moon's voice sounded like when he was about to say something important- deep, and very serious. "Yes, father, what is it? Is something wrong?" He asked, his pretty golden-gray eyes slanted with puzzlement and the barest hint of worry. Lost  in   the   Darkness...  21:25, January 16, 2016 (UTC)

Moon held his breath. "...I hate the structure of our tribe, son. I'm a poor leader, I admire the clans, but I cannot do anything correct. The tribe needs a new leader, one who can make things right again...I'll be stepping down tonight, and you will take over as our leader. Please, please fix this tribe..." 21:28, January 16, 2016 (UTC)

Moth had finally become Sharpclaw, and wasn't going to allow her three legs to hamper her. She was scrawny and weaker than most of her Clanmates, but the fire in her eyes reminded them that internally, she was very strong. Lost souls in  r e v e r i e 21:29, January 16, 2016 (UTC)

For a few moments, Fox just stared at his tired father. His mind raced- he knew this day would come, as he was the heir, but he didn't expect it to be so soon. He was barely a Sharpclaw! What if something went wrong? What if he did something irreversible? What if... what if... what if... Fox breathed in, and let it out quietly. He had to be strong. This was his job, his honor, his duty. He could not escape it. Eventually the lean tom hesitantly nodded, and tried his best to keep his meow from shaking. But his eyes were wide enough to show his shock. "I promise I will, father, even if it costs me my life. I will fix our tribe for you." He murmured. Lost  in   the   Darkness...  21:34, January 16, 2016 (UTC)

Moon touched his nose to his son's. "And I believe that you will, Fox. I have great confidence in you." So at dusk, the leader announced that he was stepping down, and let his son take his place. 21:36, January 16, 2016 (UTC)

Wren was surprised to learn that Moon was stepping down: but then again, it was his choice, she couldn't question it. She'd thought that Moon had been a good leader for the group... -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   21:45, January 16, 2016 (UTC)

Fox waited until the commotion died down, and flicked his tail. "Cats of The Falling Stars." He called out, feeling a rush of adrenaline underneath his fur. "As my first duty as your leader, I have something important to announce. My father discussed this with me before he stepped down, and now it is time to discuss it with you." He took a deep breath, and said clearly, "We have lived for many, many long seasons. We've been through the good and bad, thick and thin, together as tribemates. But what if we could be something more, something higher? We could be clanmates. We could live in a Clan, with our Warriors, Apprentices, Queens and Elders. We would live under StarClan; I know some of you in the crowd do believe in StarClan already." He added. "This conversion from Tribe to Clan would not be immediate; the clans work differently, and we would have to work hard, with every tooth, claw, and muscle we have. It is Moon's wish for me to change the tribe, fix it and tame it to be a clan. To make things right again..." He paused, the realization of his speech hitting him between the eyes. He understood that not everyone would agree with what he said. He swallowed and prepared for the onslaught of questions and anger. "However, I would not take this decision lightly; I need to know how you feel about this, Cats of The Falling Stars. It is a decision we must make together." Lost  in   the   Darkness...  22:06, January 16, 2016 (UTC)

Jay gasped in surprise, the news sudden and unexpected. ''A Clan? How could we ever be a Clan?'' she thought, wondering how hard the transition would be. She felt uneasy at the suggestion, though could see in some ways how it could work - despite all the changes that would have to happen it could work, and it could even be a way for their group to succeed. 22:15, January 16, 2016 (UTC)

Night pricked his ears in surprise. He definitely wasn't opposed to the idea - although he still believed in the Tribe of Endless Hunting, he knew that Sorrel, his daughter, believed in StarClan. Besides, they'd already survived another change, when Crow had changed the Tribe into an Ancient-style group... they could do it again. Sorrel was also surprised, but she was in full support of the idea. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   22:29, January 16, 2016 (UTC)

Bird's heart nearly skipped a beat. She'd been a firm believer in the Tribe of Endless Hunting, and was shocked that Fox suggested anyone believe otherwise. But it wasn't her choice: if Fox wished it, it would happen.--- Moth's eyes blazed. "StarClan, Tribe of Endless Hunting, it doesn't make a difference. This is how we've been for ages! You want to change it because of your own personal interests? Way to be a good leader, Fox!" Moth spat. Lost souls in  r e v e r i e 22:57, January 16, 2016 (UTC)

Ember gazed up at Fox, her golden eyes glowing with adoration. "If you say so, Fox! You're our leader, I believe in you!" 23:01, January 16, 2016 (UTC)

"''"If you say so, Fox! You're our leader, I believe in you!''" Moth mocked petulantly, eyes flashing. Bird's head turned around sharply to glare at her daughter. Lost souls in  r e v e r i e  23:02, January 16, 2016 (UTC)

Ember narrowed her eyes at Moth. "At least I'm not acting like a kit by mocking others." 23:03, January 16, 2016 (UTC)

" At least I'm not an idiot, mooning over Fox like a lost puppy," Moth shot back. Lost souls in  r e v e r i e 23:04, January 16, 2016 (UTC)

Night turned to scowl at his daughter. Wren honestly didn't care what happened to the Falling Stars, however she preferred that the group would've stayed how it was. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   23:05, January 16, 2016 (UTC)

Moth, obnoxiously, glared right back. Lost souls in  r e v e r i e 23:07, January 16, 2016 (UTC)

Ember turned away from the molly. "Look, if you're going to be an adult, start acting like one." 23:09, January 16, 2016 (UTC)

" And you think I should learn from you?" Moth spat back. Ember had no idea how deep the comment stung: Moth had waited, waited so long to be a Sharpclaw, all because of her leg. Lost souls in  r e v e r i e 23:12, January 16, 2016 (UTC)

"Stop this immediately!" Fox thundered at the two feuding cats sharply. He softened. "I understand that not everyone is going to agree with Moon and I. And Moth does make a valid point, that we have been this way for the longest time. But change might be good- even the best- for our tribe. And have you forgotten that we have done this before? We were once even more of a tribe, until our customs changed further to channel the Ancients." He paused. "Another shift would not hurt us- it could even make us stronger." Lost  in   the   Darkness...  23:13, January 16, 2016 (UTC)

" Right!" Moth called out, eyes blazing. " I'll let you have fun getting stronger. We should change ourselves! It's totally up to you, but it's the right choice. You disagree? Too bad, we're doing it anyway!" Moth thundered, sentence dwindling into mumbling as it went on. The ticked she-cat rose awkwardly to her paws and limped away, pelt burning at her strange walk. Lost souls in  r e v e r i e 23:20, January 16, 2016 (UTC)

Fox shook his head sadly, upset that he could not get Moth to see sense. He feared he might never be able to. He turned back to the gathered crowd and addressed them once again. "Cats of The Falling Stars, we have heard from someone who is opposed to the idea." He told them. "Please, feel free to state your concerns or opinions also. I would be delighted to hear them." Lost  in   the   Darkness...  23:24, January 16, 2016 (UTC)

Bird's gaze was full of anguish as she looked at her daughter. Her blue, tired eyes met Fox's as she spoke. " I'm for it. I- I think that Clan structure is much stronger. It's time for a change." Moth shot her mother a look of betrayal. Lost souls in  r e v e r i e 23:27, January 16, 2016 (UTC)

Jay stepped forward, having mulled over the decision and said "I agree with Bird. A chnage, though hard, may be just what we need to survive. It's harsh on these mountains, and we've seen time and time again that being in this tribe causes problems." 23:30, January 16, 2016 (UTC)

"We changed once before, and it was successful," Night rasped. "We can do it again." Wren shrugged. Sorrel nodded. "I want a change. I think it would strengthen us." -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   23:40, January 16, 2016 (UTC)

Ember returned her gaze to Fox. "...when will we convert to a Clan?" Moon sat back in silence. 03:56, January 17, 2016 (UTC)

" Are we going to change all at once?" Bird queried. " Or bit by bit?"--- Moth ground her teeth in frustration, but her back was to the others, so they couldn't see her. Lost souls in  r e v e r i e 14:15, January 17, 2016 (UTC)

"It is decided, then." Fox murmured under his breath. His eyes met those of his father's as he went on to answering the questions. "To answer your questions," He began, gaze shifting from Jay, to Ember, and to Bird, "We will convert our tribe as soon as possible; our harsh homeland tolerates no delay, and we cannot handle any more problems caused by our current lifestyle. Each day, we will bring more of the clan customs into our daily life. We won't go too quickly, but we shan't dawdle. It may take a long time before our paths are fully rewritten, but we must all go through the journey together." His eyes briefly grazed Moth's pelt, but he looked away too quickly for it to be noticeable. Lost  in   the   Darkness...  03:47, January 18, 2016 (UTC)

Flame and Willow sat beside each other, watching the cats in silence. "I agree with this change," Flame called out, beginning to lap at a paw. "But what about the Tribe of Endless Hunting?" Willow interrupted, half-frowning. "What about are origins and names? What about our pride?" 04:15, January 18, 2016 (UTC)

Reed flattened her ears. ''A Clan? After this many moons, a Clan?!?''  04:18, January 18, 2016 (UTC)

Fox nodded to them. "We might changing our structure, Willow," He said strongly, his head raising like a lion's. "But our pride will never fade away, never wither, never die. Our pride..." He brought his paw to his chest. "Is always right here. Even if the world around you were falling apart, would you even think of denying your relation to all these cats, this family? Of course you wouldn't. It's because what our structure looks like only matters for our tribe's survival, but it's the pride in each one of us that counts." He surveyed the crowd evenly. "All that you mentioned, our origins, our names, our pride, our ancestors, it will all still be here. They will just be a little bit different- and there's nothing wrong with that." He flicked his tail. "Does that answer your question?" He said, addressing Willow directly. Lost  in   the   Darkness...  04:33, January 18, 2016 (UTC)

Bird nodded and Fox, then slowly walked away to sit by her daughter. She hesitantly raised her tail to put it around Moth, but Moth jerked away. Bird's eyes filled with pain. Her shoulders slouched and she turned away from the kit she loved but couldn't understand. Lost souls in  r e v e r i e 14:09, January 18, 2016 (UTC)

Ember's eyes glowed with fascination. "Does that mean we get new names?" 14:42, January 18, 2016 (UTC)

"New names, yes." Fox said. When he noticed some uneasy looks in the crowd, he was quick to reassure them. "But if you really don't want a clan name, you are free to keep your current one." Lost  in   the   Darkness...  21:57, January 18, 2016 (UTC)

Bird didn't really want to change hers, but knew that it should be done. " Changing a name... it's like a new identity. How do Clan names go again? They're really strange." Lost souls in  r e v e r i e 22:04, January 18, 2016 (UTC)

"They follow a certain pattern- Brightheart, Ravenwing, Embershine, Grayfur... those are what I can think of currently." Fox said, a thoughtful expression on his face. "And then there are apprentices, who always have 'Paw' at the end of their names, as kits always have 'Kit'." Lost  in   the   Darkness...  22:07, January 18, 2016 (UTC)

Jay chuckled at the idea of changing her name, wondering how long it would take some of the other to decide on them. Though it would be strange to adjust, there was something thrilling about forming a new group and changing every part of it. 22:53, January 18, 2016 (UTC)

Snow padded forward, clearly not hearing, or knowing what was going on. "What's happening now?" 00:14, January 19, 2016 (UTC)

" I... I like our names, though," Bird shuffled her paws. " Our parents named us at birth for what they saw. That's so much... warmer... than any of their names."--- So they want me to change my name, now? Moth grumbled to herself, drawing her tail tighter around her. She shivered as a breeze blew into camp, but stubbornly refused to move. Lost souls in  r e v e r i e 01:02, January 19, 2016 (UTC)

Leaves flattened her ears. "Why should we change our names?" she asked, her eyes wide. "That's ridiculous!" 02:35, 01/19/2016 \

"I said," Fox interrupted, "that those who strongly want to keep their tribe names can. I'm not going to force you to change something so close to your heart if it could break it. However, to those who are open to the idea, I suggest it." Lost  in   the   Darkness...  02:44, January 19, 2016 (UTC)

Ember waved her tail in joy, her eyes all for her new leader. "Could i change my name to Embershine? It'd be perfect! Will your name be Foxstar?" 02:46, January 19, 2016 (UTC)

" You'll have to get nine lives," Moth said suddenly, snapping around and fixing Fox with her fiery stare. " You'll have to get nine lives. Where will you get nine lives? StarClan might not accept you." Lost souls in  r e v e r i e 02:48, January 19, 2016 (UTC)

Leaves let her ears stand upright. "Oh. I see. I'm sorry, Fox," she said, a bit embarrased. "I shoulda listened more." The silver tabby lowered her head. "If you could suggest a few names, that'd be nice. I've... only heard a few Clan names. I think... My name would start with Leaf- though," she said. She tilted her head to the side thoughtfully. "Wouldn't the Tribe of Endless Hunting refuse to give him lives too? Stonetellers don't get lives," she added. <span style="">02:52, 01/19/2016

" The Tribe of Endless Hunting does not give nine lives. StarClan- Fox will have to believe in StarClan fully, and they will have to accept him if he wants his nine lives," Moth said flatly. Lost souls in <span style="font-size:25px;color:#990000;font-family:brush script std;font-size:25px;text-shadow:0px 0px 2px #990000"> r e v e r i e 02:54, January 19, 2016 (UTC)

"That is StarClan's choice, not my own. I trust them to do what they think is best- and if that means I will lead without nine lives, I will use my one life well for all of you." He said softly. "Now, if there are no more questions, I'd like for us to make a decision. Beneath the stars, it will be approved by our ancestors, no matter what that decision may be." Lost  in   the   Darkness...  03:03, January 19, 2016 (UTC)

Moon waved his black and silver tail. "Yeah, i support." Ember raised her head to speak, but she was cut off by the former leader's chuckle. "We all know that you support it, Ember." 04:38, January 19, 2016 (UTC)

Shining hovered near the border. Her heart hammered in her chest. "For him..." she thought of the ginger tom and stepped across the border.

Jay meowed her support again, seeing that though it was a hard decision to make, Fox was dedicated to it, and with his good leadership she was sure they could thrive as a Clan. 17:25, January 19, 2016 (UTC)

Willow dipped her head respectfully to the leader, her gaze trailing away from the leader. ''I just wish Crow and Eagle could've had a better realationship.. but instead, it ended up being something like mine and my brother's..'' 19:48, January 19, 2016 (UTC)

" I... I'm in support," Bird said after a brief moment of hesitation. She was still very doubtful about the whole idea, but she realized Fox had the Tribe' best interests at heart.--- " Whatever," Moth grunted and stabbed at the earth with her claws. Lost souls in <span style="font-size:25px;color:#990000;font-family:brush script std;font-size:25px;text-shadow:0px 0px 2px #990000"> r e v e r i e 22:13, January 19, 2016 (UTC)

Night wasn't sure about Fox's motives, but he knew that the Tribe could work with another clange - they'd done it once before! "I support." Sorrel nodded in agreement. Wren shrugged. "I don't mind what the outcome is." -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   00:15, January 21, 2016 (UTC)

Moth thought up nasty names for her Clanmates as she absently picked cobwebs from the wall. Lost souls in <span style="font-size:25px;color:#990000;font-family:brush script std;font-size:25px;text-shadow:0px 0px 2px #990000"> r e v e r i e 00:17, January 21, 2016 (UTC)

Ember's lengthy whiskers quivered in excitement, having already forgotten Moth's pugnacious words. She was a dissenter for sure, but as of right now, Ember's mind was strictly on the tribe's future, and maybe even her own. "Do you know how to get nine lives, Fox? Should we ask Stormstar?" At the very mention of the FlameClan leader, Crow ruffled his black fur.

"Let's get advice from a Clan that has a leader with some sort of intelligence," he brusquely meowed, to himself rather than the tribe. The rebellious tom did not share his opinion about changing the tribe, rather glanced at two small bundles of fur reverently. Those twins, a she-kit and a tom, were his offspring. 03:12, January 21, 2016 (UTC)

"Here," whispered Shining. She padded out into the camp, radiant. "I would like to join your tribe," she states, unaware that she had just interrupted something. <span style="color:rgb(39,97,25);">F <span style="color:rgb(31,115,22);">l <span style="color:rgb(23,134,19);">o<span style="color:rgb(15,153,16);">r <span style="color:rgb(7,172,13);">i <span style="color:rgb(0,191,11);">a<span style="font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;">  <span style="color:rgb(250,20,23);">T <span style="color:rgb(222,16,18);">o <span style="color:rgb(195,12,13);">s<span style="color:rgb(167,8,8);">c <span style="color:rgb(140,4,3);">a 03:17, January 21, 2016 (UTC)

Moon narrowed his eyes, the former leader glancing over his shoulder at the she-cat. ''Intruder...! But this is no longer my business, for my son is the leader now, let him handle it.'' 03:19, January 21, 2016 (UTC)

Shining lifted her head and looked at Moon, her silver pelt gleaming gloriously. <span style="color:rgb(39,97,25);">F <span style="color:rgb(31,115,22);">l <span style="color:rgb(23,134,19);">o<span style="color:rgb(15,153,16);">r <span style="color:rgb(7,172,13);">i <span style="color:rgb(0,191,11);">a<span style="font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;">  <span style="color:rgb(250,20,23);">T <span style="color:rgb(222,16,18);">o <span style="color:rgb(195,12,13);">s<span style="color:rgb(167,8,8);">c <span style="color:rgb(140,4,3);">a 03:20, January 21, 2016 (UTC)

Moon wrapped his tail around his paws. "Well, Fox? What do you say, son?" He called to the grizzled tabby, glancing at the newcomer dubiously. 03:24, January 21, 2016 (UTC)

(TFS, greet your new med cat! XD) Shining looked at Fox, amusement and challenge in her blue gaze. <span style="color:rgb(39,97,25);">F <span style="color:rgb(31,115,22);">l <span style="color:rgb(23,134,19);">o<span style="color:rgb(15,153,16);">r <span style="color:rgb(7,172,13);">i <span style="color:rgb(0,191,11);">a<span style="font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;">  <span style="color:rgb(250,20,23);">T <span style="color:rgb(222,16,18);">o <span style="color:rgb(195,12,13);">s<span style="color:rgb(167,8,8);">c <span style="color:rgb(140,4,3);">a 03:27, January 21, 2016 (UTC)

Ember, oblivious to the arrival of a new cat, continued to gave up at Fox with utmost adoration, fawning over her leader from a distance. Typical. 03:28, January 21, 2016 (UTC)

Fox's red fur bristled. He brought himself to full height and his hackles rose considerably. "Who are you, stranger, and where have you come from?" He demanded, eyes narrowed with suspicion and challenge. Lost  in   the   Darkness...  03:42, January 21, 2016 (UTC)

"I am Shining Moon of Darkest Night, and if you had a nose, you'd recognize my scent." <span style="color:rgb(39,97,25);">F <span style="color:rgb(31,115,22);">l <span style="color:rgb(23,134,19);">o<span style="color:rgb(15,153,16);">r <span style="color:rgb(7,172,13);">i <span style="color:rgb(0,191,11);">a<span style="font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;">  <span style="color:rgb(250,20,23);">T <span style="color:rgb(222,16,18);">o <span style="color:rgb(195,12,13);">s<span style="color:rgb(167,8,8);">c <span style="color:rgb(140,4,3);">a 03:44, January 21, 2016 (UTC)

Ember was quick to turn on the newcomer. "And if you had a pair of ears and some decency, you'd know better than to talk to the leader of The Falling Stars in that manner." 03:45, January 21, 2016 (UTC)

"Pardon me," said Shining. "I have had a rough trip." <span style="color:rgb(39,97,25);">F <span style="color:rgb(31,115,22);">l <span style="color:rgb(23,134,19);">o<span style="color:rgb(15,153,16);">r <span style="color:rgb(7,172,13);">i <span style="color:rgb(0,191,11);">a<span style="font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;">  <span style="color:rgb(250,20,23);">T <span style="color:rgb(222,16,18);">o <span style="color:rgb(195,12,13);">s<span style="color:rgb(167,8,8);">c <span style="color:rgb(140,4,3);">a 03:47, January 21, 2016 (UTC)

"Sheathe your claws, Ember." Fox told the she-cat gently. Turning back to the newcomer, he added, "I'm sure you have, by the looks of you. But do you really expect to saunter into a camp full of cats and not be questioned in the slightest manner?" Not waiting for an answer, he went on. "So you want to join our ranks, do you?" Lost  in   the   Darkness...  04:07, January 21, 2016 (UTC)

Night turned and blinked at the newcomer. Sorrel shot a doubtful look at Shining. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   05:11, January 21, 2016 (UTC)

Despite being annoying and petulant, Moth held a deep sense of loyalty to her Tribe. Although she'd sneered at him, Moth was fiercely loyal to her leader as well. " Hey, you," Moth said, limping over to the she-cat and fixing her in a stare. " Cut the crap and word games, and answer my leader properly." Lost souls in <span style="font-size:25px;color:#990000;font-family:brush script std;font-size:25px;text-shadow:0px 0px 2px #990000"> r e v e r i e 11:56, January 21, 2016 (UTC)

Shining looked at the kit with deep admiration. "I have underestimated you," she said warmly. Then she turned to Fox. "I truly am sorry. I have seen that you are calm and smart and I like cats like that. And yes I do." (She's not flirting) <span style="color:rgb(39,97,25);">F <span style="color:rgb(31,115,22);">l <span style="color:rgb(23,134,19);">o<span style="color:rgb(15,153,16);">r <span style="color:rgb(7,172,13);">i <span style="color:rgb(0,191,11);">a<span style="font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;">  <span style="color:rgb(250,20,23);">T <span style="color:rgb(222,16,18);">o <span style="color:rgb(195,12,13);">s<span style="color:rgb(167,8,8);">c <span style="color:rgb(140,4,3);">a 13:14, January 21, 2016 (UTC)

Sorrel didn't care that there was an intruder in camp: she only wanted to find out whethe the Tribe would be converting into a Clan. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   19:54, January 21, 2016 (UTC)

Fox took a moment to stare deep into the she-cat's eyes, and determined that she meant what she said. "I believe you." He told her. "I have made a decision- I will allow you to stay with us... for now. As precaution, we will keep a close eye on you. This is not anything against you personally, but it may take a little while before we accept you fully. Are you ready to deal with the mistrust your new clanmates may have until you prove yourself?" He asked her, blatantly saying clanmates instead of tribemates. Lost  in   the   Darkness...  21:26, January 21, 2016 (UTC)

Ember clamped her jaws shut, as ordered by her leader. Meanwhile, Moon shifted awkwardly as Crow's gaze burned into his pelt, feeling the black tom's great hatred. 21:31, January 21, 2016 (UTC)

Shining lifted her muzzle. "I will fight my battle to win their trust, as they will fight the battle to make me give my life for them. That is my goal. I want to be able to see any cat here and think; I will die for them. I have already been impressed. Especially by some." Shining looked down kindly onto Moth. <span style="color:rgb(39,97,25);">F <span style="color:rgb(31,115,22);">l <span style="color:rgb(23,134,19);">o<span style="color:rgb(15,153,16);">r <span style="color:rgb(7,172,13);">i <span style="color:rgb(0,191,11);">a<span style="font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;">  <span style="color:rgb(250,20,23);">T <span style="color:rgb(222,16,18);">o <span style="color:rgb(195,12,13);">s<span style="color:rgb(167,8,8);">c <span style="color:rgb(140,4,3);">a 21:37, January 21, 2016 (UTC)

Moth's brown eyes were still cold and angry, but she felt a strange rush of... whatever it was. No one had ever told her anything like that. She'd always been the villain, the bad example, the chastised. " I don't mean to impress anyone," Moth said curtly. " And skip the fancy words, my... groupmates... will determine your woth for themselves." Lost souls in <span style="font-size:25px;color:#990000;font-family:brush script std;font-size:25px;text-shadow:0px 0px 2px #990000"> r e v e r i e 22:41, January 21, 2016 (UTC)

Sorrel pricked her ears at Fox's words. Did this mean that.... they were going to become a Clan? -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   22:43, January 21, 2016 (UTC)

Shining purred and looked cheerfully into Moth's eyes. <span style="color:rgb(39,97,25);">F <span style="color:rgb(31,115,22);">l <span style="color:rgb(23,134,19);">o<span style="color:rgb(15,153,16);">r <span style="color:rgb(7,172,13);">i <span style="color:rgb(0,191,11);">a<span style="font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;">  <span style="color:rgb(250,20,23);">T <span style="color:rgb(222,16,18);">o <span style="color:rgb(195,12,13);">s<span style="color:rgb(167,8,8);">c <span style="color:rgb(140,4,3);">a 01:09, January 22, 2016 (UTC)

Moth's head snapped around. " Are you mocking me?" the three-legged cat asked, unsheathing her claws. A deep flood of anger pounded through her and roared into her head. Lost souls in <span style="font-size:25px;color:#990000;font-family:brush script std;font-size:25px;text-shadow:0px 0px 2px #990000"> r e v e r i e 01:13, January 22, 2016 (UTC)