Warriors RPG

[TyrannoTitan]

The she-cat tilted her head. "You are not involved with the death that took place here?" she questioned, seating herself some distance from where the fallen had been buried.

[The Kingpin]

Wraith watched silently, letting the tom do what he felt he must. he would stand there until it was done though...

[Hopeflower]

"No," Fireflower meowed, now fully turning her head. "The one who was killed was a friend of ours." Demontalon finally lifted her head, turning to watch the conversation.

After a moment, Blazeheart let go to watch the blood flow from the rogue's torn throat. The tom's body twitched for a little while, a gurgling, gasping sound coming from him, before he finally fell still.

[TyrannoTitan]

The she-cat bowed her head for a moment. "The rogues in this region grow worse with each passing day. At least, this one will feel the sting of retribution." she meowed solemnly, turning her sightless gaze to the black she-cat. "Your friend walks the endless sky now, child. He no longer feels the pain of life." the she-cat mewed, bowing her head yet again, as if silently mourning the cat herself.

[Hopeflower]

Demontalon blinked, surprised. She wasn't quite sure what to say to that. She cocked her head. "I...I'm glad he isn't hurting anymore," she mewed softly. She tipped her head to the other side. "Thank you. May I know your name?"

[TyrannoTitan]

"I am Ulthwé, Farseer of Nova Clan." the she-cat responded, bowing deeply in a gesture of respectful greeting.

[The Kingpin]

"You're brother's death has been avenged...this rogue's been brought to justice. he's suffered for your brother, and who knows how many other cats he killed . may he be cursed to darkforest forever" snarled Wraith. "Let's go. it's time we left this place. i can offer you and the others a place to stay if you wish" he added as he turned, still keeping his eyes on Blazeheart, conscerned...

[Hopeflower]

"Thank you. As I said, I won't forget this. I'm in your debt," Blazeheart meowed, using his paw to wipe some of the blood from his muzzle before he dipped his head. "But I'm curious. Where would you have us go?"

"NovaClan," Fireflower repeated thoughtfully under her breath, while Demontalon meowed, "I am Demontalon. A pleasure to meet you, Ulthwé."

[Iceking]

He was currently following a scent in the air, one that belonged to a vole. The rogue knew that when leafbare was it's worst, he and his companions would need to find proper shelter, unless they wanted to die before they saw another leafbare come to an end. Though conditions were good for now, he didn't intend to put off finding proper shelter until it was too late to do so. Soon, he would try to find a place that would be of use to himself and the other 5 rogues, but not for now. The grey and black cat knew that there was still time and once he had gotten himself a meal, he would focus on long term survival...

[TyrannoTitan]

"It is refreshing to see such respect. The pleasure is mine." Ulthwé responded with a smile, eyes staring off into the forest around them. "All is well, Sisters. You may stand down." she meowed loudly, as more feline forms emerged from the foliage. All retained the same unnaturally flawless condition of their fur, lacking any sign of combat. Two were a tan color, standing side by side, while another was a deep gray, and finally, the last was a light brown. All of these cats had the same diamond shaped markings on their eyes as their leader.

[The Kingpin]

"to the largest group of survivors from the old clans. Stormclan" growled Wraith as he began to walk back to the others...

[Hopeflower]

Demontalon felt her eyes widen. "Whoa..." she breathed, silently admiring the stealth it would take for these cats to remain undetected. Flamesight and Fireflower tilted their heads in an identical fashion, trying to work out why these cats seemed so...unscathed.

"StormClan?" Blazeheart meowed, his eyes brightening. "There are that many other survivors?"

[The Kingpin]

"Enough to be called a Clan, and enough to hold our own....but we still lack the numbers of the likes of Thunderclan in it's prime. I left the clan this morning to search for other survivors of the Old Clans before Leaf bare came and started killing the weaker ones" growled Wraith...

[Hopeflower]

"So that's why the others were with you," Blazeheart meowed, pieces of the puzzle starting to click into place. He found a pebble with his paw and flicked it, watching it roll away and come to a stop against a bigger one. "If only you'd left a little earlier," he mewed softly. He shook his head. "Anyway, are you going to ask cats that weren't part of a Clan to join? Or are you only looking for survivors?"

[TyrannoTitan]

"Farseer, what do we do about the rogue?" one of the warrior she-cats questioned, staring into the sightless eyes of her leader. "Worry not, Sister. Retribution has been dealt." Ulthwé reassured the she-cat, who nodded respectfully.

[The Kingpin]

"ones that weren't part of the Clan before will have to go through the same steps cats always have" growled Wraith. "Why? Do you know of anyone who may want to join the Clan?" he inquired as he walked, heading back to the others...

[Hopeflower]

Demontalon sat up, wincing quietly as the scab on her shoulder stretched. "Have you been watching us for very long?" she asked, wondering how Ulthwé knew that.

Blazeheart shook his head. "Just asking," he mewed. He kept pace with Wraith, thinking of what he'd just done. He didn't regret it...but he did wish he and Sunstorm had never run into the cat.

[TyrannoTitan]

"Long enough. I see many things, child. More then most." Ulthwé replied, gaze turning to the sky, as the she-cats around her turned their gaze upward as well, before returning their gaze to the strangers in front of them...

[The Kingpin]

stopping before he got too far, he considered his current state. being covered in blood wasn't a good way to keep away threats. if there WERE any wolves around nearby, they'd come running to the smell of blood the moment it hit their noses. he had no intention of becoming a chew toy for those oversized mutts. he walked over to the stream and washed his paws and mouth of the blood, before licking and cleaning the few patches elsewhere that were bloodstained, his pelt soon regaining is clean, sleek, black spotted sheen. satisfied, he continued onwards towards the others...


it wasn't long before they reached the others, only to find them among other cats. prestine pelts, not a sign of an injury, an unfamiliar scent. these were no rogues. of that, he was sure. "Did we miss something?" growled Wraith as he entered, at this point clean of the rogue's blood.

[Hopeflower]

Blazeheart stopped in his tracks, eyes widening. These cats...they didn't seem to have a scar on them. It wasn't normal.

"Do you mean in dreams?" Demontalon meowed curiously, wrapping her tail over her paws. She suddenly realized she must sound like a kit, asking endless questions. "Er, stop me if I start to annoy you," she added with a self-conscious lick to her chest fur.