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[justify]Rainlegs gaze flickered towards Wingpaw, she was a bit surprised at the younger cat. She'd never seen her in any other mood but happy, it was strange to see her so down. But everyone had problems. shrugging her shoulders the adviser moved back towards the fresh-kill pile.

Hearing the voice of Toxi Skykit turned, beaming at the she-kit. They'd meet a while ago and he'd enjoyed her company. "Hi! What are you up to?"[/justify]

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[justify]I'm going to house sit for a friend whose in Florida right now. He has wifi but my cousin and I are likely going to be playing on the xbox the whole time XD So I won't be on again until Monday night or Tuesday, it's sort of why I haven't been on much today.

If anyone needs Rainlegs, Windclan Adviser, I give Mikki/Grimm/Nebula to play her until I get back.
All my other characters can just hang in there XD[/justify]

Alright so my birthday is tomorrow and I'm hosting a family reunion. I'm super excited so...I likely wont be on until Monday. I know I said tuesday before buy I didn't think I'd be house sitting so long. Plus I started my second job this week.

In the pine-scented morning, heavy with the sound of birds swooping overhead, bugs singing down below, and all other manner of forest creatures scurrying about, the young life of a kittypet was about to take a cliche turn. It's a beginning we've all heard before.

Feeling trapped in his overly protective life, although certainly one to be envied with towering, fur-less creatures attending to his every need, the tom cat felt the forest calling out to him. During the waking hours as well as his tormented dreams. So it was only natural that after moons of wondering on his side of the fence, he might be curious about life on the other side. To bring into reality the tall tales the other house cats often shared.

Did the strays really eat their young? Did they live in groups with numbers enough to swarm a pack of dogs? Twolegs? They hunted their own food and made their beds beneath hollowed trees and old fox dens.

To a cat whose view of the world came from behind a fence, it was the most exciting thing he'd ever heard. And with each telling the urge to venture past the safety of his home grew, until the need burned his skin like some incurable itch and set his fur on end. He was burning now.

Against the aged, slender planks an alabaster figure wobbled unsteadily. Attempting to keep his balance as he peered out into the trees, his rust colored eyes a striking contrast against the white of his face. The lines of his body were strained with the combined effort to see, hear, and smell everything beyond but also to keep himself on his perch. So intent on his practice that birds sliced through the air above his ears. Playing in the branches that curled just out of his reach, offering a piece of the forest with its taunting shade.

In the back of his mind he knew they wouldn't be there for long. His nofurs did not enjoy the shade the trees cast over their yard, blocking the sun from the various planets that littered his garden. For as far as he could see, in both directions along his nest, he had noted that the nofurs all seemed to enjoy putting new plants into the ground. Raising and tending to them with more love and care then any child or pet was given. And while he'd never seen his nofurs eating the plants, he could only assume that was why they grew them. Why else would they be useful? Or need so much?

His own garden resembled, what he could only imagine, the underbrush in the woods looked like. Leafy green plants spread wide, reaching out to the stone path they'd laid, with colorful, fluffy petals poking out from between them. They had even dug their own stream and pond, although neither side seemed to go anywhere. Thinking of his garden was likely why he even noticed the rustling sound behind him. His ears swiveling around to catch the sound when the noise became violent. The wooden planks shook, the sound of claws ripped upward with furious speed.

Alarmed and already off balance the kittypet spun around to confront the intruder, claws scrambling to keep himself upright even as his rear legs slipped from the thin perch. Front claws diffing ruthlessly in place as the kit attempted to pull himself up, forgetting the shaking and the sounds until another face appeared before his. The glint of teeth and claws caused him to flinch, spit and release his hold.

With a shrill screech he twisted in the air, landing outside his garden with a thud. Painful aftershocks froze him in place, eyes watering as he took a cautious step forward. Peering slowly up at - Rusty!

"Don't look so shocked, Red."

He hadn't realized his mouth had gaped open until that moment, promptly snapping his jaw closed. Now that his fear that a stray was about to have him for lunch was ebbing, the kit felt a sting of annoyance. He'd never made it a secret that he didn't enjoy the older cats company. Rusty, who lived next door, was loud, obnoxious, and to damn crusty for his own good. He was a cat to set in his way and to full of himself to know when he was wrong or when to shut his maw. And the old timer seemed to have a grand old time poking fun at Red.

"You reacted just as I thought you would," the elder rasped with distaste. "And if you react like that with me there isn't anyway you'd last a minute in those woods."

Behind him his tail rose in haughty defiance, long, bushy and red as fire tipped with ash, hence his name, the kitten drew his lips back into a sneer. "I could have taken you, old timer. I just didn't know you were there!" His defense sounded lame, even to his own ears, and the cool glint in Rusty's eyes let him know that he thought so too. He felt another burst of anger and spun around, his heartbeat escalating as his anger was quickly followed by fear.

He was outside of his garden. So close to the woods he could literally taste the different, tempting scents that drifted on the summers cool breeze. The red-tailed tom didn't want to think that maybe Rusty's taunting was true, he knew deep down he wasn't a coward. And even if he was, surely the strays in the forest could help him grow out of that! He was only six moons, there was plenty enough time for him to change, to improve. He hoped.

"You're all but shaking in your fur, young one. Come back up here," he elder meowed mockingly, his bushy brown tail waving lazily behind him. All Red could think about was pushing him off that fence. But instead of scaling back up to home as he knew he should, he replied scathingly, "Get the bees out of your butt, old timer, and leave me alone."

Rusty's reply was lost on him when he started forward. His steps were short and uncertain as he approached the tree-line, his breath labored as he searched the shadowed world with his dark gaze. There wasn't anycat he could see or smell. But then he wasn't at all certain he would hear or smell someone when his was so nervous inside it was tying him up in knots. But then he shouldered his way into the brush, felt the world he knew fall behind, and beheld the stretch of forest he'd never been able to see past the glare of the sun and shadow of the tree-line.

The kits breath evened and the anxiety he'd felt melted away like ice, bringing him a sense of giddy relief and happiness. And his first thought was, 'this isn't anything like my garden'.

⤷ Warriors: Rebirth
In the aftermath of a darkened battle, the forest awakens to one less clan - the fate of the other three resting on the shoulders of one infant survivor and a family of outsiders.

Table of contents.

• Prologue

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PROLOGUE

December 29, 2016

In the damp morning air, the forest was coming to life. Bugs sang their songs below blades of grass while birds swooped and chirped above the trees. Some creatures scurried along trunks, others slithered over rocks, a lively balance in the way they survived and hunted.

But all of their noise was silenced when the forest's true predator stalked beneath the brambles.

Sleek hides slipped noiselessly over dried leaves and fallen twigs. Pelts varied from whites to browns, some sporting stripes or spots. Eyes flashed in various shades, each one more vicious then the last. The striking contrast of ivory teeth against their muzzles as they snarled silently was starling.

But other than the sudden quiet, their approach would not be heard. Their intrusion in the forest remaining unknown until they had already reached the bramble walls that had been painstakingly crafted. Walls that broke and crumbled as the foreign patrol advanced.

Yowls of alarm raised in the air, but they were warnings that came much too late.

The attack on the camp was strong and well-planned. Cats collided with cats. Blood splatted the ground. One cat fell and never got up again, and then another and another; it was quickly becoming clear to the defenders that this wasn’t a fight over territory, this was becoming a slaughter.

Some tried to escape by wiggling out of the camp walls, only to be confronted by lines of enemy warriors, simply waiting to finish off whoever tried to run. Warriors. Apprentices. Elders. Queens. And kits. None were shown mercy that day. And as the last pained cry echoed into silence and only the enemy remained, shouts of victory filled the air. The smell of fear and blood carrying on the wind.

ThunderClan was no more.

I have a young kittypet, Red, who has wondered into TC territory. He's a cautious sort who often shy's away from criticism and anger, yet be possess an inner strength that often rears its head when he's pushed up against the wall. Surprising himself and those he knows.

It would be interesting to see the two of them to meet.

I already have an open thread with him in TC. If you want I can make it private and we can use that one?

For a moment, just a moment...

Or I can make a new thread. :)

I just need to know what IS allowed in the main game. It's been so long sine I've been here I don't want to jump in with a flying, flame throwing cat (an example) if that isn't allowed. I've heard that changes were being decided upon now but I'm not sure if realism will be included in that.

I also have a question for the Traditional section. I was thinking of restarting an old plot of mine, back on my first Elmo account forever ago, called 101. Basically humans capturing a large number of kittens and raising them to fight against each other. I'll have to find all my old research on inbreeding and the effects of steroids on cats and their offspring.

I just want to make sure that is an acceptable plot before starting with it.

I really, really am excited to join the clan. But I just want to know what is and isn't allowed. For example, could I have a rainbow colored, fire-breathing cat? Lol.

Or are they only allowed subtle abilities such as seeing ghosts, super sense, reading minds, etc.?

Sweet! Now I can work on posting with him. I'm so excited!

Thanks for the answer Unknown.

The wind was as unforgiving as the rain; fat, heavy drops that flattened his fur and stung his hide. While all around the sky jolted to life with streaks of lightning and the scream of thunder. Close enough for the tomcat to smell the promise of fire, to heat up the precious feathers on his wings as he twisted and weaved unsteadily through the storm. Currents grabbed and pulled him in all directions, carrying him higher before dropping him again. Blowing angry, thick clouds into his path. Making it that much harder for the feathered cat to see his way. Blue eyes squinting against the elements.

Elements he could control, in the right form. But he was to weak from changing recently to force the wind under his will. But changing into this form had been necessary to escape his attackers. And while he'd gotten away without so much as a scratch, changing his forms took a toll far greater then battle wounds.

His white fur was decorated in snowy feathers, around his ears, paws, and the tip of his tail. All the better for stirring in this impossible sky. But nothing could prepare him for the sudden reach of rock that stabbed through the clouds, to sudden for him to tuck in a wing and roll.

I'm a flurry of feathers and curses the loner backpedaled, wings snapping in quick backstrokes. He collided with a teeth snapping thud and he saw stars. The paws of his front legs and the talons of his back scrambling to hold on to anything, even as his mind gave way to darkness.

The alabaster, feathery creature falling from the sky.

He'd only just joined the mountain clan, but he certainly owed them a life dept. It wasn't something an errand like this would ever equal, but it was a start.

Trotting into the crowd the white tomcat lifted his voice above the others. "I can easily fly one of these baskets someplace." He wasn't at all familiar with the clans, but he was good with directions. Aang rolled his shoulders back, the absence of his wings making him feel lighter. He was still tired from his previous journey and weak, but he had enough energy to change into his air form and preform this task. If it was given to him.

The impact a short fall later startled him from his faint, forcing a hoarse groan to his lips as his body smacked into the ground. Feeling helplessly numb for a short moment, a moment that seemed to stretch forever as he searched for his strength. Barely registering the male voice that had spoken, the body he'd fallen on. Stars above, please say he hadn't crushed someone to death!

Stinging pain rushed down his limbs, up into his head to form a pounding headache. Another groan as he forced himself to move. To roll and raise, unsteadily jerking his mutated body around to face the stranger he'd unknowingly assaulted.

Aang blinked blue eyes up at the wildcat, sheepish apology on his face. "I'm sorry," he began roughly, shaking his wings of rock and rain before tucking them along his sides. "The storm's much to strong to fly in." He'd certainly carry the bruises from this adventure tomorrow, and currently the headache. The streak of thunder and a heavy gust of wind was enough to remind him that he was cold, hungry, and sore. Tired enough to sleep for days. But here on the ground he could make out the heavy scent of cats, dogs, wolves, many other creatures.

Someones territory.

"I didn't mean to intrude either," he spoke hesitantly, "although I hope it's not to much to ask for a place to stay until the storms over?"

He'd never wanted something so badly. To sleep for days and recover. To not have to change forms to defend himself or run away. To be safe for once.

In all his short life, this was certainly the place to be. He'd been here only two days, and slept most of it away to recover, but had found himself enjoying the strange cluster of cats here. Nothing was ever boring when you were in a group this large, although he supposed their activity did rest on a few shoulders.

Slipping from the chalet he'd taken for himself during his stay, the loner slipped forward to join the WindClanners. He was quickly, very quickly, coming to feel at home here. Enough that he had been playing around with the idea of staying for good. Because certainly he'd be safe among a group this large, right?

"I'm Aang!" He called rather cheerfully, his grin goofy as his blue eyes surveyed the gathering around him. "I'm an Avatar," he explained. Leaving out the part that, as far as he knew, he was the last of his kind. A species born with the control over the four elements, only able to wield the element when in that elements form. The changes took time and weakened. And his regular form was completely defenseless. "I've only been here a little while, but I'm hoping to stay forever. This place is great!"