Angry Young Tom Founds BANECLAN! *Roleplay--OPEN!*

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    Carl trotted over to the commotion, peering over Swarg's shoulder to see the new cat. A smile spread across his chubby face when he spotted her,"Ah Swarg, I see the newcomers are still pouring in." He chimed, sitting down with the group.

    "Out here you got to be," said Swarg, confirming her guess on their toughness. "There's rogues all over but we've kept them out. Any enemies mess with us--they pay. So things are pretty peaceful now. We're actually out here patrolling for cats who might want to join so you came at the right time."

    Gale new about how tough it was to live as a loner. She'd done it her entire life, after all. The rogues were tough, but they didn't usually give her much of an issue. Being a she-cat sometimes got you off the hook. It would be much safer to be with a Clan however, even if they weren't the enormous and intimidating size of ThunderClan. Gale gave a low purr and chuckled softly. "Then I guess I saved you the trouble. Can I help?"

    "Sure. One law here is everyone helps everyone else," said Swarg. "Right now we need more cats. Too few and we can't fend off the rogues."


    ooc: Wasn't Starfinder's group going to meet them?

    I can be found there.


    ic: "Okay guys, now's a good time to break for a hunt," said Swarg. "We'll meet up back here. If you pick up any scents of other cats, let me know when you get back."

    Gale nodded. Aiding one another was honestly the only way that they could survive. If they were fighting amongst each other, or letting one another suffer, they would get nowhere. "Yes, sir," she mewed, twitching her tail as she wandered off to hunt.

    The young white tom had a dirty, darkened white pelt and a torn ear, along with a bleeding chest and tail. His pads were sore and his stomach was yowling in hunger, but they needed to find a place to stay, and fast. The original plans were for Starfinder and his group of followers to find DarkClan's territory and discuss an alliance and discuss what had happened, but it was obviously getting to dim outside and every single cat here was exhausted and battered. So, they found the nearest shelter they could, which was a nice, regular old forest. There had been the strong scent of other cats around, but at the moment Starfinder and the group could hardly care for that. At the most, this could hopefully be for an alliance. So before anything they would try and find these cats, if cats actually lived here.


    "Alright guys. We're going to try and rest here, but after we see who has settled here; if anyone has. We don't want to be making enemies so we need to be careful," the former deputy advised, his new leader senses kicking in. He would protect all of them no matter what the cost was.

    Swarg crouched over the chipmunk he had just killed. He was eating in a hurry, like he always did out here. You never knew what the smell of blood would bring in. And then he smelt it--blood. He licked his chops and rose up, stepped away from the greasy remains and slowly wandered into the gentle wind, which had brought the smell. It brought more than that. It brought toms, rogues, dirt, blood. A battle, and it had happened southwest of here.

    Nyota was still slightly limping as she made her way up to Swarg. The fur on the back of her neck stood up as she tasted the air "You smell that as well?" the she-cat asked looking for a voice or even the quick flick of a tail to suggest that a cat was there.

    "Yeah." Swarg glanced at Nyota and hoped that whatever cats were near, did not see her as a target. Was it their blood or their victims' blood that was on the wind now? Probably a bit of both. "Let's get the others. We go back to our meeting spot then tell everyone what we smelt, then I can take a few scouts with me to check it out on the sly."

    ((If Mira and Swark ever had kits, I have this random kitten I drew earlier that reminded me of Swarg XDD))


    Mira woke up, groggy and a little woozy

    ooc: One day they could! Who knows :)


    ic: Swarg wandered back to the main area of their temporary meeting place.


    "All in!" he called, hoping to get the nearer ones arriving back. He knew they were at least likely far enough away that they wouldn't alert the mystery group.

    "Mira!" Swarg was glad to see she'd accompanied them after all. "Glad you made it. How are you? We've located a possible group of cats and possibly a recent battle southwest of here. I want to investigate."

    "Yeah," said Swarg. He grinned, maybe the biggest genuine grin he had worn since before he had been violently separated from his mother. "But only in one way. Just call me Swarg. At least..unless we're alone."

    "In what way would you like me to help?" she flicked her ear. The white tip of her tail twitched as she awaited his answer. During that time, her eyes widened. "I....I'm not stuttering!" she exclaimed in glee.