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Blackjaw grunted agreement, his dark tail flicking side to side. Nightmare squeezed out of the nursery, the long talons on his paws catching the light as he quickly padded back over to Nightstorm. His ears flicked as he raised his voice above the crowd, his odd accent clearly much different than any clan cat. "Not to mention that Rockstar makes his apprentices as young as five or even four moons old, and he has many pregnant queens and kits. What will we do if he has them attack us in this fight? We can't fight cats who can't defend themselves because they're too young carrying young ones."

Leopardkit whined again, but he seemed to calm down some. He stood up carefully and slowly padded towards Bonemask and his sisters. But there was something funny about the way he walked. It was like he was crouching like an injured rabbit, belly closely tucked against his thighs and the ground, ears flat against his head. A small paw lifted and batted fearfully at the much larger tom's paw, the kit's ears quivering. Then Riverkit dived off of Bonemask's head and landed almost directly on the smaller of the two brothers. Leopardkit squealed in fear and pain, falling over onto his side and scrabbling around in the moss to get back up. Three long gashes stretched from his chest, down his belly, and into his thighs, obviously from a warrior who didn't care about hurting kits. Riverkit turned and helped him back up. "Sorry!" She said softly, touching her nose gently to his. Leopardkit grunted and shuffled back to Tallkit, leaving a few smudges of red behind him.

Nightmare turned towards Nightstorm, his silvery-blue eyes staring into hers. "I do not pretend to claim I have a right here. But was it not our mission to bring them their kits as well as give them news of RockClan? They can make their own decisions, I respect that. But we shouldn't let them make those decisions blindly. They need every bit of information we can give them." His eyes turned thoughtful as he sat down, tail flicking. "If the leaders are meeting, Smoke will want to meet too. I know he's not a clan leader, but he is our leader. And we left Jake behind. He'll want to be there," he said, looking down when he talked about Jake.

Leopardkit looked fearfully at Finchwing, crouching down further before Tallkit gently nosed him onto his side. "It's just like when that cat gave Riverkit herbs to make her stop coughing, remember?" He asked, licking Leopardkit's ear. The kit nodded slowly. "J-Juniper and c-c-coltsfoot," he stuttered. "For s-strength and t-to help her b-b-b-breathing," he continued. "W-watermint when you h-had a bellyache." Tallkit nodded, scrunching his nose. "It tasted yucky." Riddlekit looked around from where she was still battling Bonemask's paw, her dark blue eyes wide. "How did you remember all those herbs?" She said, clearly impressed. Leopardkit ducked his head in embarrassment.

//I ship it so hard man//

Nightmare looked up, ears pricked in surprise. He hadn't realized Mothstar had been listening. He dipped his head in respect, tail flicking at just how much he had changed since only a few days ago. "Smoke is...he's not a clan leader, but he is a leader nonetheless. I will relay your message to him, Mothstar."

Nightmare nodded, tail flicking. He dipped his head to speak quietly to Nightstorm. "I don't know how to bring this up," he admitted, whispering so only she and Blackjaw could hear him. "But Smoke and the rest of us fight a lot differently than the clans do. If possible, some of our cats can go to different clans and teach them our ways of fighting. It could give us the edge we need to defeat RockClan."

Leopardkit looked up at Finchwing, slowly nodding. "O-okay," he stuttered, curling his paws under his chest as he tried to lay more comfortably. Tallkit tipped his head, an ear twitching backwards towards the meeting. "Some mean cats called us names," he said. "They called us 'crowfood' and told us we would never be good warriors because we were forest born. One cat said we'd never amount to anything if we didn't have battle experience, and we tried to train with him." He lifted his head proudly. "We did really good! Rockstar came in and told us we'd be apprentices in another moon!" His dusky green eyes glowed in anticipation, obviously still thinking he'd be able to start training soon like he was promised.

The ones I already did or an updated version of it? Because I can get that finished in a bit

Blackjaw nodded, and lifted his own deep voice to speak. "They have proven themselves to be strong and capable fighters, and perhaps their own way of life could give us insight on RockClan. RockClan is, after all, just a rogue group pretending to be a clan. We can't expect them to value the code or fight with honor." He shot a glance at Nightstorm, not mentioning exactly how OakClan knew Smoke's group were good fighters.

Tallkit sat straight and tall, tail flicking excitedly. "We just turned three moons! But Rockstar said Leopardkit and I are nearly big enough to look four moons, so we could start our training before Riverkit and Riddlekit!"

//low muse because I have food /noms///

Smoke dipped his head and stood up, stepping forward. The long eagle talons clicked against the stone, grating softly before he spoke. "When we arrived, we encountered Rockstar. In exchange for keeping his clan within his borders, he first requested to mate with a she-cat of each clan." Smoke looked around, listening while cats immediate yowled their anger at this new leader's audacity. Then he waved his tail for silence, continuing. "We refused, as any sane cat would do. Then he wanted kits of each clan, which we also refused. He then threatened to kill four MurkyClan kits, two SnowClan prisoners, and his own daughter if we did not comply to his demands." His tail flicked, anger and pain tightening his face. "One of my cats, Jake, stayed behind in exchange for the cats." He turned to look at Jadedstone, pale yellow eyes narrowed. "The two OakClan cats and Nightmare returned the MurkyClan kits to their clan. They have probably decided to spend the night with them and will return in the morning," he explained. He turned back to Ravenstar. "Ravenstar and I brought back the two SnowClan cats as well as Twistedpaw," he said, with a nod towards where the small cat was curled against Phantom's tail.

//Glorious food!//

Tallkit tipped his head, ready to argue when Leopardkit spoke. "I don't want to be a warrior," the kit said miserably, large ears flat against his skull. "I l-like herbs, not f-f-f-fighting." Tallkit bent and licked his ear. "Don't worry. You don't have to be a warrior. I'll just have to be a warrior for both of us!" Leopardkit flashed him a grateful look, clearly reassured by his brother's acceptance.

Bump!

Both of my cats are gay, so I'm not entirely sure how to proceed with this clan.

Personally, I think the rule should be called for a vote. Every person currently accepted into the roleplay could give a vote of agreement or disagreement for the No Homosexuality rule, and until every person has cast their vote, no LBGTQ+ cats will be accepted. When all the votes are in, we can tally them up and we can all agree to follow the resulting rule, whatever it is in the end.

Which is why I suggested no one be able to make a new gay cat until all the votes are cast. It would make it easier for people to transition if the outcome is still no gay cats in the clan.

Silvercreek has shrunk down as Smoke padded into camp, ducking under one of Sootcloud's legs. She flicked her tail in unease, sitting up beside him as she stared at the rogue leader warily. "I don't think OakClan should trust them," she whispered to Sootcloud. "They're the ones that attacked me and Rowanpaw. How do we know they're not working for this RockClan?" She hissed softly, tail curled protectively around her belly.

//rolls around in thread//

Riverkit is going to be ambitious and aggressive and all that good stuff. Kind of like Tigerstar, but I don't know if she's the murdering kind

I'd really like Leopardkit to end up training as a medicine cat at some point, but dunno how yet. Tallkit, Riverkit, and Riddlekit will likely train in the Dark Forest for a while before Tallkit decides he shouldn't. Dunno what I'm doing with Riddlekit yet

While interesting, I don't entirely see Riddlekit doing that x''D

But Sparrowpaw could totally scare Leopardkit so bad as an apprentice, he hurts himself somehow. Falling out of a tree and breaking something, or even making him jump straight into a trap x'D

//Why were you guys awake like five hours ago good lord//

Silvercreek looked up at Sootcloud from where she crouched, visibly relaxing. "Thank you," she said quietly, clearly still shaken. The pale tortoiseshell's hazel eyes gazed fearfully up at Smoke, but her head whipped around at Dawnmist's cries. She pulled herself out from under Sootcloud's chest and peered over his back at the group of rogues clustered by the entrance of the camp. She blinked as she saw the tiny scrap of brown and white fur. "That's just a kit, though...I don't think she's even six moons old..."

Smoke's eyes hardened and a low growl emitted from his chest as he jumped down, muscles rippling under his fur at the impact. He quickly made his way over to Phantom and Twistedpaw, gently scooping up the kit by her scruff so he could lay down and place her between his front legs. His eyes darted around as if daring anyone to say anything as he gently groomed her.

Blackjaw lay down on Nightstorm's other side, stretching out on his side with his back pressed against the deputy's, almost immediately falling asleep. Nightmare lay down on his belly next to them, but didn't fall asleep quite yet. His silver-blue eyes remained open as he observed the camp from where they sat in the shadows. He couldn't stop thinking about what had happened back in RockClan. Part of him wanted to hunt down as many eagles, owls, and hawks as he could so he could arm every single clan cat, and then teach them his own ways of fighting. And another part of him wanted to make Smoke create his own clan. He didn't know which would help them survive. But he did know that he didn't want to live as just another rogue anymore. His thoughts drifted to the she-cat beside him, and he turned to look at her. His eyes flicked down to their paws. Her own was small and delicate, his larger and foreboding with the talons attached to his claws. They were so different, yet in the exact same position. Again he was taken by the desire to hunt down birds of prey to give this she-cat talons to defend herself with. He shook his head, turning away. No, she was a clan cat. It must have been hard for her to even accept his help at all; there's no way she would accept his way of life. Nightmare sighed and rested his head on his paws, mind still churning too much to sleep.

Smoke's eyes narrowed. "And would you condemn a kit for who her parents are?" He growled, tail lashing to the side. Just then Sorrelfrost emerged from the medicine den, her bright blue eyes wide with worry. "She's also dying if she doesn't get help," she interrupted, pushing past Dawnmist and hurrying over to Smoke and the kit. Blue eyes met yellow as they stared at one another, one angry and one wary. "I know what happened with Honey," she said softly, and Smoke's eyes widened with shock. Sorrelfrost dipped her head low, giving the rogue as much respect as she would a clan leader. "And I know how she died." Smoke's eyes filled with pain, and he looked away, all anger seeming to leave him at her words. "You know very well how a young cat could be so aggressive, Smoke," Sorrelfrost continued. Smoke's ear twitched, but he didn't reply. "Honey died before she could learn any different. But we can teach Twistedpaw." Smoke seemed to almost shrink before her gaze, his head slowly bowing. "I knew what she was," he rasped, pain etched into his voice. He suddenly seemed a much older cat, one who had lost everything. "But I didn't stop her. Her death was...was my..." Sorrelfrost gently touched her nose to his head. "No. Her death was her own fault. Let me take care of Twistedpaw. She'll never learn if she dies of her injuries." As if in slow motion, Smoke pulled back his head and gently gripped the tiny kit in his jaws. He stood up and slowly followed after the medicine cat, the black end of his tail disappearing into her den.

//Because I have to be dramatic. Also, look! A soft side of Smoke!//