Siblings Wanting Better For Each Other (2 Apprentices And 2 Kits)

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    Star looked at the sky, her black pelt shining in the moonlight. Her yellow eyes gleamed as they traced multiple constilations she had learned from her mother. Her brother came up behind her and sat down. "Hey Rain," She said her eyes never leaving the sky. He twitched his blue ears. "You should come back to the tree sis. The younger ones are getting restless." He said. "Alright. I'll be there in a moment." She said. He nodded got up and walked quietly down the slope. She took one last look at her favorite constilation, the Wanderer, before getting up and walking quietly down the slope and into a hollowed out notch in some tree roots. Two kits were sitting up bright eyed and bombarding their brother with silly questions. He looked at her with pleading eyes with his head bowed and ears plastered on to his head. The oldest of the kits, a female, looked at her. "Sis is back!" she said loudly. Star giggled at the white kit. "Come on Moon, you wouldn't think I would leave you." She joked. The little kit giggled, "Nope!" She said cheerfully. The other kit, a tom, looked at her, his blackish blue coat almost blending in with the shadows around him, the only part of him sticking out were his grey eyes. "Now, Moon, Storm, it's night time. Calm down and follow me" She said turning around and walking back up the slope. They followed, quietly, and sat next to her when she sat down in the same spot she had been sitting earlier. Their brother sat behind them watching them as she pointed out constilations to them, his blue pelt sticking out on the dark hill.

    (Can I join? And who should I be.)

    Ooc: Sure, and your own cat.

    Ooc:your cats all have single names, like star and snow, which means probably not clan cats. Should I be one of them, or another one of your siblings, or, like, a stray you take in.

    Ooc: You can be a stray. I'm trying to get them to join the Clan so they can gain their proper Clan names later. They were born to a rouge mother and Clan father but when the father left the Clan he was in, the leader lost her last life and a vengeful rouge took her place. He sent his old followers to kill them and caught up to them recently, and only killed the parents. The kits were told to join any Clan they could, and they decided that their long fur would do good in a mountain Clan during the winter and their medium summer fur was still good for a mountain Clan. They're just waiting to be found by some warriors to come by.

    Ooc: OK. I can be a warrior from Mountainclan, but I have to go now. See you tomorrow.

    Ooc: Ok, see you tomorrow.

    Palemist stretched in her bed of moss. Rising, she carefully groomed her fur flat. She walked through the entrance of the den and paused for a moment, enjoying the cool morning air and mountain view. She carefully picked her way over to the apprentices den. "Drizzlepaw!" She called. The bright eyed, smokey gray apprentice popped up and followed her mentor to the thorny entrance. Walking in to the forest, Palemist froze. "Intruders!"She hissed, whiskers twitching. She crouched down with her apprentice right beside her. She opened her mouth, drawing the scent into her mouth. She pinpointed the oldest female. Pouncing, she landed on the intruder and rolled her over onto her back.

    Star hissed and pushed the older dream ale off with her strong hind legs. The kits hid by trying to get as close to the tree hollow as they could. Rain backed up in suprize before jumping on the warrior and sinking his long claws into her.

    Palemist yowled as the tom dug his claws into her fur. "Stay back!" She hissed to Drizzlepaw. Using her warrior training, she flipped over and threw the tom from her using both her back legs. She turned to the she cat and saw the soft but dejected fur. They weren't from a clan! She backed up and sat on her haunches, smoothing her fur down. But she stayed ready in case they attacked, her tenseness betrayed only by her twitching whiskers.

    Star got up and glared at her. Se tail lashed as her razor sharp clawsd dug into the earth. She was holding herself back from trying to rip her to shreds. "Who are you, and why did you attack us?" She hissed.

    Ooc: Sure. Right now, the kits have been found in SnowClan territory by a warrior and her apprentice and are shaken up by the fact that the warrior attacked without knowing they were kits, or rouges that meant no harm.


    Star looked at the warrior distrustfully. Her fur was fluffed up from the skirmish and she watched her with an unyielding glare.

    (Your own character)

    A second cat seemed to appear out of no where behind the shadow clan warrior, this cat had off white fur with brown markings she was extremely tiny and when she spoke she used a scarred small voice "what happened palemist I smelt intruders" she glance at star then back at palemist

    Ooc: We're in SnowClan territory, by the way.


    Star glared at them both. Her brother looked at her and thought to himself 'If only looks could kill.' "Who are you, and why did you attack us? We're not even old enough to be true warrior apprentices. We're only 6 moons old!" She said exasperated.

    "We have to get rid of intruders, our leader said that we need to be on our gard for anycat, anywhere" she said " did you mentioned a name mine is swanfur." As the cat continued to stare, swanfur relizied that they we doing stuff far above themselves also. Her father made her pretend she was older since she was not born in the clan. She was only 7 moons but performing full warrior duties and hunting just as we'll as any of them.

    Palemist watched the small kit bristle in front of her. She hissed for Hawkpaw to return to camp and she opened her mouth to meow a reply to the intruder. She never got the words passed her whiskers when a familiar scent padded up behind her. "Greetings, Swanfur. Back down, these mousbrains aren't old enough to know not to be in Snowclan territory. Should we bring them back to camp?" Palemist meowed. "Graystar will know what to do."

    "Mousebrain!" Star hissed angrily. "My name that was given to me by mother was Asirka but father called me Starkit. They mean the same thing though, Star." She said to Swanfur nicely. "We won't be here long, we just stopped so our siblings could rest. They aren't very old and they needed rest. Sorry for any trouble we mixed up in our short time here. They needed rest, and I needed to look at the stars so that I know we're headed in the right direction" She said nicely and powerfully. Her black pelt was flattening slightly when she talked to Swanfur.