FROM EDEN - visitor/intruder [o]

JAY T. · Jun 6th 2016

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Everything was quiet. Dean picked his way carefully through the undergrowth, interrupting the silence only to occasionally mutter to himself about how dumb it was to live on an island and lack any way to get to it without swimming. He wasn't exactly sure where the camp was, or if his brother would even be there, but he was simply following his nose in hopes of coming across something. He lifted his head, eyebrows knit. "Sammy?" the young tom called out in his gruff voice.
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Blueberry24 · Jun 6th 2016

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König

[b][color=#BFBCE3]am i made of paper?

[i][color=#BFBCE3][size=10]cause i tear so easily

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The wolf was already up, making his way around the border uncertaintly, when he heard the voice. Quietly, König made his way towards the source. Clearing his throat, he spoke up. "[color=#BFBCE3]Name and business? I guess that's what they say, right?" The wolf was a little uncertain about being in a clan, although he would have to hide it well.[/fancypost]

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Echo, Rascal and Jagger · Jun 6th 2016

Jagger would pad up to the border, standing next to the wolf with a slight smile visible on his maw. "Welcome." he managed to say without stuttering, even if his heart was beating at a mile per minute. The little corgi hoped the newcomer wouldn't be trouble, yet he was stil. cautious as always. The poor little pup was always nervous around people, and the fact that he still didn't know anybody yet didn't help ease his nerves.

jager; · Jun 6th 2016

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a soft growl was ripped from the tom's throat. who did this guy think he was? ignoring the scent markers without even a hint of hesitation. they were there for a reason, and if the tom wanted to pass them, he'd have to wait, like everybody else had the decency to do. the smoke jumped towards the stranger, not too close but enough that jager could not be ignored and his hostility was obvious, though not too upfront. he didn't agree with pointless violence, but this sort of thing was simply not tolerated. he turned to his clanmates, eyes a dark, stormy grey, "don't welcome him into our territory! you don't know who he is, and he's passed the scent markers." his voice was rough, though not as growly as earlier. "you." grey orbs turned back onto the gruff-voiced male. "who are you, and why is your nose not working?"
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shellear · Jun 7th 2016

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Rose was drawn out by the commotion near the border and the nosey red tabby pushed his way into the little group. "Heeeeey what's going on? Who's this guy? And who the hell's 'Sammy'?" he questioned loudly. Jager had already asked the important question but Rosegold wanted to get his word in anyway.

Frankly, he personally couldn't care less about border markers or random people wandering around the territory. Hell, he did it himself all the time. Borders were just suggestions. Like, 'hey maybe don't cross over this because you might run into some unfriendly people but if you do, it's whatever'. Of course, that mentality had gotten him in trouble before. Not that he ever really learned from his mistakes.

Destrian. · Jun 7th 2016

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Sam heard his brother's voice from afar and came bounding over, confusion and perhaps a hint of joy on his face. It was good to see his brother again, but... Why was Dean here? To settle down? To tell him something? Sam had just started making friends and bonding with the RiverClanners; he didn't really want to go anywhere unless it was completely necessary.
"Dean, what are you doing here?" The tom asked, confusion evident on his face. He pushed past the others, facing his brother before turning to the others. "Sorry about my brother, he can be kind of s jerk," He said quickly before facing the older male again.

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wxtch · Jun 7th 2016

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Littlekit had absolutely no idea who the stranger was but they didn't see, that bad. Staying back the little fawn and white kitten watched with wide curious eyes, very doe like in nature. She didn't really recognize anyone there closely but ah, she was new here with mom what did she know. Mom was apparently important here! She wanted to be important too some day, but maybe not so scary, she wasn't really scary.

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JAY T. · Jun 7th 2016

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Dean idled, tipping his head to allow his forest green gaze to rest on those who had approached. He had just opened his mouth to reply to the first pair of RiverClanners who'd appeared when Jager's voice cut through his concentration. He frowned, jaw jutting out just slightly. "Woah, woah, woah, pal," he objected, his voice bubbling into a growl, "Calm down before you pull something, alright? I'm not here for a solo raid or whatever the hell you think I'd be doing on your territory alone. My nose works just fine, I decided not to bother you guys with any of my family crap. Satisfied?"

He might've added more sass, but just then Sam showed up. His eyes widened, and he offered the taller make a half grin. "Heya Sammy," he greeted, taking a step towards his brother. At the inquiry about why he was there, his smile faded. "It's about-" He paused, scowling. "Oh, I'm the jerk?" Dean huffed, before giving his head a shake. "You know what, never mind. Like I was saying, it's about dad. He's been gone for over a week." He swallowed hard.
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Skippingstones · Jun 7th 2016

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Arriving just in time to hear about the disappearance of Sam's father, Skippy widened her eyes silently and glanced towards him. She wanted to comfort him, but she knew that he would need some time to process what that meant. The torbie point, usually quick to jump to conclusions, understood why Dean did not want to bother them with their own private family matters. Yet, that didn't mean that what he did was right because he ended up getting caught, which meant more hostility.

"I'm sure RiverClan can offer some of our resources to help you out," Skippy offered. They could probably organize a group of willing volunteers to do a wide area sweep of any location, but it would be hard to help out after that.

Destrian. · Jun 7th 2016

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 415px; color: white; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 95%; text-align: justify;] Sam raised his metaphorical eyebrows at Dean's statement. Dad was gone? Why should he care? He had a life here, and their dad had been anything but accepting to him as a kit. He was probably gone on just a trip or something, a hunt that was taking longer than necessary. [b]"Did he say where he was going?" Sam asked slowly, staring right at his brother. If Dad truly was missing... It probably wasn't good. And although the brown and white tom hated to admit it, he felt a sense of duty to go looking for his old man.
Then Skippy spoke up. Sam turned his head to look at her, huffing out a brief laugh. "Thanks. But where our Dad goes... Let's just say it's something RiverClan probably won't be able to help us with," He told her softly.

Echo, Rascal and Jagger · Jun 7th 2016

Jagger was a bit confused when the third animal came to join them, where they talking to him? The pup's nose didn't work at all, yet he had managed to survive this far without dying. The corgi pup didn't reply to the almost hostile Jager, he had a feeling the question wasn't for him. "Sorry," he would drop his head a little as the older one scolded the sensitive canine, feeling tears beginning to from, yet he blinked them away hastily.

"Sorry about your dad, if you want I could always try and help, even if I am useless to most." came the sincere reply, he had never had a dad for long, and he couldn't help but feel sorry for the two. The corgi didn't know how to help, he couldn't smell anything, and he wasn't the brightest. "Good luck, I hope you find your daddy soon," the puppy would move closer to Sam, looking up at him with bright blue eyes. He meant every word.

jager; · Jun 7th 2016

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once the link between the stranger and riverclan was clear, jager was happy to step down a bit, resuming to his usual calm demeanor. "alright, I apologize. riverclan is used to being isolated, and lately there's been a few intruders, so my guards up more than usual. you can never be too careful." 'dean's' offensive attitude was understandable, but jager hoped that the male had enough sense to be able to know why he'd had to question him. there were kittens in the clan, and captures were always a threat - you didn't need a whole raid to do that. glancing at the small corgi pup, jager frowned a little - he was a little guilty at how he had spoken, but the feline believed that it was necessary in the long-run, to prevent the welcoming of any other intruders that, next time, would be prepared to hurt them.

he then turned his focus towards the announcement that the two's father had been missing, and raised his non-existent eyebrows. it was family business, that he had no business knowing, though when it involved riverclan he would be expected to know about these things. riverclan would be able to help until a certain extent, but they were still small in numbers, so there was a limit. for this conversation topic, jager kept his thoughts to himself, not wanting to add something that was already said.
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