RuinClan ~Clan of the Surviors~ (roleplay thread)

OOC: You're mostly right about that, Catbug! I hope no one minds if I share some cool info. Toms usually can't be tortoishell because they can't have both the black gene and the orange gene, since they only have one X chromosome. However, if they have a genetic disorder such as Kleinfelter's syndrome, which means they have two X chromosome and a Y, they can in fact be tortie or calico. This usually renders them sterile, though. I think that's interesting. c:

Also, i suggest we just send out the patrols without Miki's apprentices, it's holding up the RP and they don't seem to be replying. I messaged them once already and they asked for a recap, but even after I gave it they didn't reply. *shrug* It's up to you guys, but I think we should move on. If they come in later then they can catch up then or whatever.

IC: Lionleaf purred. "Thank you, Vinepaw. We'll eat these and head straight out." He crouched down to eat his share of the prey, leaving as much for his apprentice as he wished. The golden tom licked his maw when he'd finished and waited for Vinepaw.

Stormstar padded back over to Waspfang. "Ready to go?" He meowed, eager to be off. The Clan needed freshkill, it wouldn't be long before the cats were getting hungry. The dark grey tabby tom glanced once again towards the apprentice den, then shrugged. He could always take Whitepaw out training later.

Pantherstep got to her paws and led the way out of camp. Finally, the dawn patrol was off! The slim black she-cat led the way out of the ruined castle in which they made their home, then began to make her way towards the border. She glanced behind her to make sure Emberleaf was following. It could have been her imagination, but it seemed to her the other she-cat was a little out of it this morning!

Lionleaf's head shot up as a grunt of pain reached his ears. Without a moment's hesitation, he got to his paws and bounded across the stone floor and up the stairs. He scanned the second level of their camp and noticed Pearcloud. He padded briskly over to her. "Pearcloud? Are you all right?" The golden tom bent down to sniff her carefully. The tom could guess what was happening. "Vinepaw!" He called. "Bring me up some fennel and a good, strong stick, please!" His voice carried well.

When Pantherstep reached the border, she sniffed carefully. Nothing out of place. The black she-cat placed a marker and began to pad along the scent-line, all her senses alert for anything unusual. Every so often she stopped to refresh the scent.

Stormstar signaled Waspfang. "Come on, let's go." He meowed, leading the way out of the ruin. He opened his mouth to let the scents of the territory wash over him, searching for prey scents. Soon he found a mouse trail and began to follow it, holding his body lightly and moving silently.

OOC: I'll start the plot when I get round to it, some time over the next couple of days, don't worry. c:

IC: Lionleaf touched his nose gently to Pearcloud's flank, then drew back quickly. He was completely calm. "Don't worry, Pearcloud." He meowed. "Cats have been kitting since the dawn of time." A placed a gentle paw on her belly, feeling carefully. "Swallow this juice, it will help with the pain." He broke a few of the fennel stems and squeezed the juice into the queens mouth. Then he paws the stick over. "Bite down when the pain comes."

Pantherstep continued along the border silently, occasionally glancing back at Emberleaf. She really is out of it today. She thought. Perhaps she should say something. But she'd never been very good at conversation, so no. The she-cat shrugged to herself and kept doing what she'd been doing, marking the border every couple foxlengths.

Stormstar heard Waspfang leave his trail and guess she was stalking something else. His own prey had just come into view. He was downwind, and stepped lightly. The mouse didn't know he was there until he pounced, his claws sinking in as he killed it quickly. He straightened and buried it, so he could pick it back up when they were returning.