This ain't the first time I've done this (Philadelphia's kitting, Open)

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    Seattle meowed "My ego is really small, it's so small that mice find it hard to see."

    Sahara rolled her eyes. "Ya can't see an eggo, duh," as if someone who couldn't pronounce the word 'ego' knew it all. The cinnamon glanced over at London, who shrugged.

    Seattle meowed "I'm gonna tear you apart!" he did so playfully of course.

    Seattle fell to the ground laughing. He tried to pummel Sahara with his back paws playfully.

    FireShadow smiled sadly. He watched the kits play and thought about when he was a kit.

    Philadelphia flicked an ear, hearing her kits playfighting. She smiled lightly to herself; as for her own memories...she barely had any. She didn't even know who her own parents were, although if she did know, she'd also realize that she was the Tribe of Freezing Comets' leader's sister.

    Sahara let a grin spread across her lips as she grappled with Seattle, and as she countered his blows with a kick she didn't realize she'd rolled into London. The tom ducked away in alarm, and tripped up Sahara, who ended up splayed upon the floor. Her klutzy move would surely cause her siblings to laugh, which it did -- and she squeaked in annoyance. "Okay, go ahead and laugh." The cinnamon kitten rolled her eyes.

    Rampant slowly headed toward Philadelphia's spot. Time to ask her. He looked back for Farix. It was his idea in the first place. Imagine. Two black toms in Snowclan, infiltrating it. They could claim to be brothers, even.

    Following behind Rampant, Farix halted next to the black tom. He bowed his head in greeting to his leader.

    Philadelphia inwardly sighed as Farix and Rampant appeared. "I suppose you have something to talk to me about, don't you?" she meowed. "I was about to head out to go talk with Scarface, but if it's of urgent business" - here she placed much emphasis - "then I suppose you may speak with me. If not, move out of the way."

    Rampant looked over at Farix. He had the idea, he made most of the decisions, in Rampant's point of view. The black tom himself would rather quietly slip away. He'd been here far too often in, what was it? Hours? Days? Somewhere inbetween? Everything was a bit blurry and unfocused related to how long ago it was.

    "Rampant and I want to do a certain mission with your permission," Farix looked inwardly at Rampant then back to his leader. "We wish to go and infiltrate SnowClan." him and Rampant had some unfinished business.

    "So you're asking me to betray my word," dryly growled Philadelphia. "Give me some reasons for your potential going, first. And if I decide to let you go, there're certain orders I'll be putting you under."

    "Of course," Farix bowed his head to Philadelphia. "I have heard that two of the SnowClanner's that was captured moons ago has escaped and had returned to their Clan. And I wanted to kill the tom's mate, but I couldn't kill one of the Tribe's captured cats without permission. So, now I want to spy on SnowClan while I kill the tom's mate." he explained to his leader. He wasn't sure about Rampant's side of the story, but if Philadelphia wouldn't allow him to go...he would have to let it go, for the time being.

    Rampant bowed his head, not really wanting to annoy his leader. "I don't have any personal qualms with Snowclan, but if Farix goes, he shouldn't be alone." he answered honestly. To be honest, he didn't remember Philadelphia promising anything about that stuff. Must have to do with his memory. He was fairly young, but it seemed he was having trouble remembering things. Hopefully it would go away.

    It occured to Philadelphia that these two Blackheart Rogues might need a lesson in the group's history. She narrowed her amber eyes, flicking her tail. "I see what you are trying to get at, and I wouldn't mind, as long as you follow my stipulations, which will come after I tell you what I meant by my 'betraying my word.'"


    The cinnamon she-cat licked a paw. "Seasons ago, Blackheart Rogue used to live in a territory which bordered SnowClan's, a deep shadowed wood. The group was much, much smaller then - ten cats at the very most, maybe. We were also under some pretty bad times inwardly. Our leader at the time, Nocturnal, had recently been killed, so Thrasherclaw's son Sagenight became leader. I'll say that, thanks to his age, he was hardly fit to be it. I did become his co-leader, which was meant to be until he was old enough to rule on his own.


    However, one night we were put under siege from SnowClan. We dealt critical wounds to many of their cats, for the numbers they brought, and we had some help from our allies. The StormTribe, which was under a different name then, under Stormnight's rule while he was still Stormfront. Another group, which to my knowledge no longer exists today, helped. We were still defeated - and Sagenight had been captured by SnowClan. I took over then, and Puddlestar and I had made a deal: Blackheart Rogue would give up all of their territory to SnowClan, leave by the next day, and never attack again. SnowClan would have our old territory, and would release us from their imprisonment as long as we kept to our word."


    Philadelphia made no mention on how it was the two murders she had commited that caused SnowClan to snap. A wicked grin did light up her face, though. "However, we could still send in spies, just to keep up with their activity. But, here are my orders to you on this: One, don't go straight there. Don't even attempt to cover up your scent with garlic immediately before entering SnowClan territory. Stay as loners for a while, so you may lose your Blackheart Rogue scent, then enter. When there, give yourselves different names. Don't get caught, which should come as common sense. And do follow their warrior code while you're there, asides from whatever murders you are planning to do. Which, by the way, may I inquire as to who you're planning to assassinate?"

    After listening to the story about the one rule that Farix hasn't heard of before gave a single nod of understandment. Never in his life had he heard of his past leaders that had made the Blackheart Rogue group, made him wonder. Was Thrasherclaw somehow related to SnowClan? Subsiding the question away Farix stared back at his leader with narrowed eyes as he began to explain the question that she had asked, "The one that was named Rueheart was with the StormTribe, if I remember correctly. His mate, of a name that wasn't mentioned, was carrying his kits. I made a promise to him one day that I would kill those who were closes to him, like his mate. So, the only cats that I'm going to assassinate are his mate and one of his kits."

    Rampant nodded. "Of course. Those clans accept loners. It should be easy enough. Snowclan was never at the Riverclan raids." he meowed. "We could also try to split the group apart, or kill someone important." he suggested. He was thinking about names innerly. He'd be... Night. That was a simple, probably common name that had nothing to do with his true name.

    - Death the kid!!! -Dies from awsomniss-


    Fireshadow slowly sat down and looked over the kits.