Rogues, Loners, & Kittypets Roleplay

## Banished Rogues Roleplay

***Note: this is where y’all roleplay the banished rogues from this plot.***

Darkstorm hissed as once again, Bubblesplash was yearning on to him about Sleet.-Darkstorm

So Darkstorm you seem like you were banished for hansome resons." Bubblesplash flirted --Bubblesplash

Darkstorm hissed. “I’m sure I would’ve been deputy if Lilyfire hadn’t ratted next out. I swear I’ll kill her when I can!” He grumbled. Then finally sighing with relearn as Sleet came into the clearing with a wren in is mouth and bloodied nose. “You look like you fought that Wren hard.” He joked.-Dark

Sleet dropped the wren "No just a stupid clan cat. Anyway you wanted me to come here what did you want." --Sleet

Darkstorm rolled his eyes. “We’re gathering a group of rogues to get revenge on the clans. Though there are a few of us. I would suggest we plan to get more members before plotting an attack.” He meowed. “Most of us where formerly from the clans. Like this annoying she-cat.” He glanced to Bubblesplash.-Dark

"Oh your just jelouse that you couldn't get all the lady cats. But you can get this one." Bubblesplash said batting her eyes. --Bubblesplash

“Yeh." Sleet said "Why did you invite her!" Sleet whispered loudly --Sleet

Darkstorm rolled his eyes. “I didn’t invite her. She *decided* to follow me.” He grumbled.-Dark

Bubblesplash stuck her head inbetween Darkstorm and Sleets heads "WHEN ARE THE OTHERS GOING TO GET HERE!!!!" Bubblesplash whinned --Bubble

Darkstorm shrugged. “On their own time.” -Dark

"UGH I AM SO BORED!" Bubble screamed. Sleet glared at her "Well me and Darkstorm are trying to catch up so why don't you just scram!" Bubble sat down frowning. --Sleet and Bubble

Sarge flicked his tail in disdain, as he paced back and forth, bitterly. - Sarge

"Oh well hellow. Young Tom.." Bubble said --Bubblesplash

Darkstorm dipped his head to Sarge as he bristled at Bubblesplash with annouyance.-Dark

"Oh, don't worry your just as young and cute." Bubblesplash purred --Bubble

Beta hissed, peeling back her lips. - Beta

"Ugh what is your problem." Bubblesplash said. --Bubble

Darkstorm grumbled as he disappeared behind some brambles. Though AWHILE later he then came through again. “well, I see we have another member of our group?” He then revealed the grey she-cat. Rivergaze hissed as she narrowed her eyes and came through.-Dark & River

Sarge caught sight of Rivergaze. “Who is she?” He growled. - Sarge

“Rivergaze of WillowClan.” Rivergaze meowed. Licking a paw. Her ankles had ached from the night before. The clan misunderstood her and of course she needed revenge.-River

Sarge narrowed his eyes. “Well I’m Sarge. Formerly Foxstripe of TundraClan.” He said. “Why are you here, if you’re a WillowClan cat anyway? Did you leave or get exiled?” - Sarge

Rivergaze snorted. “Heh. Both.” She growled. ‘They think they can accept murderers back into the clan withought punishment. They deserve to die, and so do my kin.” She sighed,-river

“In that case they’ll probably except you back.” Said Sarge. “But I’m guessing your talking about that Flamepaw? I’ve heard about her.” - Sarge

“Oh yes. That traitor. Saved from a badger by a once great and powerful leader and turning Thta leader against her clan. And then killing her clanmates and making a literal group to kill all clans. And then ends up killing more to get back into the clan.” She hissed and flexed her claws. “And they think she can ever be normal, teh.”-River

"Looks like i am surrounded by murders." Then he looked at Bubblesplash "And idiots." --Sleet

Sarge snorted. “I almost have no doubt that she’ll turn on Quillstar and the rest of WillowClan along with anyone else who was in her former group. Like your sister.” He saw her eyes widen, and he said, “I travel around a lot. No one really notices me. I don’t blame them. TundraClan would probably do anything to forget about me. Probably wouldn’t even report it if I strolled right on to their territory. Or they’d be dead before they could report.” - Sarge

“hmmm.” She grumbled. “Odd.” She then flicked her tail. “Stormsong never deserved to live. Not the second litter.-River

“Your not half bad, Rivergaze.” Said Sarge. “Most cats I meet are either weak idiots, or wusses. But you seem to have a taste for blood.” - Sarge

"Do you have a taste in she-cats?" Bubblesplash asked --Bubble

Rivergaze shrugged. Though this tom was interesting. Not Ravenclaw Interesting. But interesting. She licked a paw. “Well I do have my ways, you should hear i set a trap for Flame.”-River

“Oh really?” Said Sarge. “What kind of trap?” - Sarge

“Hah. Led her to a Badgers den. I do say, it worked, she’s severely wounded. It was a mother and her young adult cubs.” She grinned. “Used a useless kit to lure her. Thorns around it.”-River

“Ha! I’m surprised she would have went help a kit in a badger’s den!” - Sarge

“Me too. And of course I knew she has a heart for the once’s she ‘likes’” she grinned. “So, what is this group for again?”-River

Sarge shrugged. “Eh, I sorta forgot. Something about being exiled from the Clans to do something, or whatever.” - Sarge

We are going to take over TundraClan" Sleet said --Sleet

“hmmm. Interesting.” Rivergaze rolled her eyes and then padded onto a tree and curled up.-River

Sarge followed her. “You probably think it’s stupid that we think we can take over TundraClan.” He said. “But think about it, what do we have to lose? We’ve already lost everything. We’ve nothing to lose but everything to gain in this attack. And maybe I’ll be able to get my revenge on a certain few cats.” - Sarge

"Don't worry i have lots of things." Bubble said wrapping her tail around sarge's --Bubble

“hmmm.” Rivergaze though really felt the flirty Bubble girl was annoying. “You weirdo.” She hissed. Though sighed. “I guess. I think that was the smallest clan though.”-River

Sarge jumped down from the tree, and padded on to a rock, stretching out on it. *Rivergaze really isn’t that bad.* He thought, as he drifted off. - Sarge

Rivergaze then looked to Sleet and Darkstorm. “Toms.” She muttered.-River

Sleet grunted annoyed at Rivergazes adittiude. --Sleet

aRivergaze stared down at the others, ideas of bloody revenge echoed in her head annoying her, the image of the clan staring in horror and confusion to her. She hissed and leaped from the tree, why was she being haunted by that? Flame deserved to be dead for wasting her chance. Though part of her wondered what StarClan was gonna do about it. Until she came to something, a huge silver Twolegthing. (Foxtrapppp)—River

A little while later, Sarge came over to find Rivergaze and a hug silver thing. “What is that?” - Sarge

Rivergaze muttered. “Dunno.” She prodded it with a paw before getting an idea, she grabbed a twig and jabbed it as the jaws quickly closed, she leaped away into Sarge. “Odd....” she growled before hearing rustling of the brambles, she turned. “Who’s there!” She yowled. And two cats padded out, a black tom, and a grey tabby and white she-cat. “Your ticket to taking over TundraClan.” He answered.-River & Lost

Sarge leapt back, bristling, and bared his teeth. “Who are you?” He snarled. - Sarge

Rivergaze squinted. “Wait, I know you, you where That Lostwhisper guy Darkstorm kept rambling on about.” She turned to Sarge. “He said this was the guy who created the idea of this useless group....” she muttered. “Useless? No, you just had to wait for now.” Lostwhisper grinned. “Whiterose, get them ready. We will be going to take TundraClan shortly.-Lost

Sarge’s eyes flashed. “TundraClan? That’s my former Clan. Weak.” He rumbled. “But I’ll gladly help you take control.” - Sarge

Lostwhisper dipped his head. “Then what are we waiting for?”-Lost

(we could maybe RP on TundraClan now?)-Willow

(Sure) - Wolfy

He no longer had a home, since they had lost their spines and had forgotten what it was like to be true clancats. Surviving the wasteland of TundraClan all by one's self was no easy task, but Fadingfrost was left with no choice but to at least try. Loststar was a fool, and he'd highlight that point if needed. The tyrannical leader had chosen to exile the loyal TundraClanner, and so...he'd take advantage of the opportunity. Now, he could find help for his clan. -- Fadingfrost

## Rogue & Loner Roleplay

### Rogues

The divine one, Moor, sat on the face of a cliff with her eyes narrowed into slits. It had been several moons since the disappearance of her holy son and successor, Dusty. Without his presence in The Pack they would be weakened, and left without their proper heir should something happen to Moor. "Alabaster!" The tortoiseshell point finally called out, failing to remove her eyes from the foggy horizon.

"Yes, great one?" The soft voice came from the seal point queen, sister to their shaman. She stepped out of the undergrowth calmly at the beck and call of her littermate. Had Moor come up with a plan? Would they be saved? Would they save the Clan cats from their false religion known as "StarClan"?

"Your kits, are they weaned? ScarClan awaits- without our alliance, we cannot possibly disband all of the clans. It is dire that we send them for training as soon as possible." Their leader instructed her sister without once bothering to glance in her direction. Alabaster was used to it- nor did it ever bother her. She was simply honored to share the blood of Moor.

"Soon." Alabaster promised. -- Moor & Alabaster

Stalker padded into where the others slept he wasn’t in a good mood since he lost that useless she-cat.—**Stalker**

Wolfpaw had spotted a strange-smelling cat while attempting to follow Muddyfang, and decided to puruse the stranger for his own amusement. That, and he was hoping for a fight, so that he could put Muddyfang's lessons to good use and take out some bent-up anger. However, he lost the stranger, and in turn, they found him instead. "What're you doing, wandering out of your own territory, clan kitty?"

It was a chocolate tom with a black face and paws, speaking in a rather relaxed and disconnected tone as he leaned against a sturdy tree trunk to glare in Wolfpaw's direction. The spiky-furred apprentice swiveled on his paws to face the stranger, curling a lip to reveal his pointed fangs. It was a bold move, challenging a loner in turf that clearly belonged to him. "I saw you near WillowClan's territory! As an ambitious apprentice, it's my duty to challenge any outsiders." Wolfpaw sounded awfully cocky as he spoke, and flexed his claws to make his point. "What're you doing so close to clan territory, anyways? I could hardly breath in the forest- your loner stench was making me gag."

"I was looking for my son." The sepia tom raised his chin and narrowed his pair of lime orbs at Wolfpaw. "My name is Renegade- I'm a member of The Pack. My mate, Moor, is of a higher power. Our son is the heir to the throne, our next shaman, so he's very sacred to us. We believe one of these clans have stolen him in order to use his divine powers against us." The stranger, Renegade, seemed to be spitting nothing but nonesense.

Regardless, Wolfpaw was curious.

"...Tell me about 'The Pack'..." -- Wolfpaw & Renegade

Cardinal entered where the pack called home licking her bloody paws to red of the blood of the crow she caught in midair. Pretty soon if anyone’d see her. She hissed quietly to herself. -Cardinal

Wasppaw padded along a stream, pondering over her leave. She shook her head. She didn't want to think about it, although a small claw pierced her heart as she thought of her small sister...Lilacpaw alone with their abusive father...*Nevermind!* she though sharply. *She's weak anyway!* A faint scent, strong wafted toward her. *The DarkMasters?* She picked up speed. Sure enough there was a glint of gray fur, the sign of that traitor Stormpaw! - Wasppaw

Bass decided to hunt, of course she wasn’t gonna go back and grovel at Flame’s paws. No. Way. Would she ever beg to that messily piece of bile. She rolled her eyes as water splashed her face and the fish escaped. “Ugh!”-Bass

"You know you shouldn't be here, kit." Renegade narrowed his eyes at Wolfpaw as the thick-furred apprentice crossed over his territory once more, ignoring the sounds of chaos behind him as Scar's group waged war with the exiled WillowClanners. The Pack member wasn't expecting to see the apprentice back so soon, although he was pleased to know that he'd brainwashed another outsider. He just wouldn't admit that.

"My mentor abandoned me." Wolfpaw responded gruffly without a moment of hesitation, his sharp pair of visionaries holding Renegade's own. "I am here because I seek training. I know what The Pack is capable of." That wasn't it, however. Perhaps Sproutstripe's teachings were nothing more than a pile of mousedung, but the apprentice was also there to gain their trust. He had a plan brewing in his mind...he would create a storm on WillowClan, and it make it train chaos down on their happiness for what his mentor had done, to get revenge on his pitiful clan.

"So be it." The sable tom finally responded to Wolfpaw, stepping to the side. "This way." -- Wolfpaw & Renegade

Rivergaze grumbled to herself as she’d made a camp in a tree, most likely no one could find her. If Sunnyshine was Still in the clan then maybe— “Hey!” She pricked her ears and drew back her lips in a snarl. A brown tom was below her on the forest floor. *Rogue*. She guessed. “I haven’t seen you aren’t these parts!” He yowled again. She hissed. She then ran down and leaped on him. Holding her claws to his neck. “Whoa!” He flinched. “not a morning person I see...” he muttered. Though he flung her off as he then did the same as a surprise to her. “I can do that too.” He hissed. She growled. “Oh really.” And both fought.-River

Rivergaze hissed before she staggered back. “Who!” Then he grinned. “Heh. I’m Darktsorm.” He grumbled. “And I’m sure you scent of WillowClan. No?”-Dark

### Loners

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Gorse's shoulders hunched as he padded toward the Twoleg Place. Moons had passed since Silver's death, but grief still ate raw in his heart. *Why? Why did she have to die in such a blood thirsty battle?* He didn't know the answer to his never relenting questions. He could only imagine. The tabby tom came to a break in the trees. Standing on a jagged bluff, he could see for miles in every direction. In the distance, a spotting of dark smudges meant he was close. Close to home. - Gorse

Gorse picked his way slowly down the hill, careful not the slip on the rocks. He landed in a wide field. The grass stretched from the bluff to the Twoleg Place. The loner sprinted forward, reaching the Twoleg Place just as the sun was rising over the trees. The hot rays burned his fur, but he ignored them and dove into the cool shade under a maple tree. Just a few fox-lengths away, was an oh, so familiar fence. - Gorse

Gorse sighed. He was home. He remembered those days as a kittypet, before he ran off with Silver to be a loner. The everlasting food (although they looked like rabbit droppings, now that he thought of it), and that delicious warm milk. He licked his lips, but doubt lingered inside. *Are my house-folk still there? What if they don't like me?* He pushed away his thoughts, mustered up his courage, and leaped onto the top of the fence, with some difficulty he might add. - Gorse

It was still here. Everything from his kithood rushed back to him. Standing on the fence, Gorse overlooked a small backyard with a stone patio. A huge umbrella shaded the area, along with a few sleek black tables and chairs. And the pool... Gorse shivered, recalling slipping in a time or two. He swallowed hard before leaping down onto the hot grass. He picked his way past the pool, as if the shimmering clear water might leap out and pull him in. But it didn't. It stayed perfectly in the wide rectangular container, lapping hungrily at the sides. - Gorse

A small bowl of milk was sitting on the patio. Gorse stepped forward cautiously, but hunger overtook and he swallowed the thick white substance in a flash. Then, with a swish of his tail, he dove back into the bushes. - Gorse

Flip crept through the forest, with her eyes watching her surroundings alertly. She smelled the scent borders, but, well, she wasn't anywhere close to them. Besides, she wouldn't want to run into any of those wild cats. --Flip

Wasp trotted alongside a swift-moving stream, watching the clear water stream past her. Hunger gnawed at her belly, but she refused to stop. Not yet. - Wasp

Muddyfang walked alongside Morningglade as they left WillowClan, the tom seemingly in stunned silence. The optimistic she-cat was eager to lift his spirits, but she wasn't certain as to *how* she should go about that. He witnessed the death of a clanmate, a specific she-cat he'd been meaning to apolgize to for moons. At least, it was good closure between the two, right? Ashbreeze had forgiven him. The red-furred she-cat lifted her tail as a smile crept across her features, leading the former WillowClanner to nudge the ex-ScarClan-leader eagerly. "Hey, how about we catch ourselves a nice lunch?" -- Morningglade & Muddyfang

Gorse was back on the road. His paws dragged and his tail drooped. He wasn't even sure where he was really going, but always kept his eyes on the horizon. He padded over a sloping hill, observing a jewel-colored bird flap by. His stomach growled, reminding him of more important matters. *Maybe that bird would be tasty...* - Gorse

The rain wasn't a bother to a certain brown-gray she-cat. She could feel the weight of guilt in her stomach, still present, but stared back at her son, who pressed against her side, still feasting on her milk. *My son. Elm, my son... Every one of my kits has looked more and more like their father than me, except... Birch. He looked more like me. Only slightly. Cedar, meanwhile, was a clone of her father, just without the white. I wonder what they're doing now... they grew up with me, until I -* She shook her head to clear her thoughts, sighing. *No. No thoughts about what I did.*

Did she make the right choice? *I don't even know. They might have died.* She remembered the moment exactly; she'd specifically told them that she was moving, but really... she'd left them alone. *I got so scared that I would raise a monster. Cedar. Birch. Two monsters.* The guilt weighed in her throat again. *Even though... I was a terrible mother.* She glanced back at her son, then shook her head. *I will not let him die and he won't ever know about his siblings. I have to be a mother to just him. You are my son, Elm.*--????

Having left from WillowClan territory, the twin apprentices found themselves in a... currently unknown location? Maybe? Birchpaw wasn't sure. It looked a little familiar... *No. I'm okay. Cedarpaw and I are okay.* He shook his head at the thoughts, then gazed over at his sister, who stared at the ground as she followed him. *What will life be like for us now that we're not... Clan members?* He shook his head slowly, then let out a harsh sigh.

...Elm, meanwhile, had waited for the rain to stop before going out to explore a little bit. His mother trusted he wouldn't go far; the younger kit knew to follow his scent back to her so he could stay safe and run as he needed. However, a new scent caught his nose... it smelled like... *Willow trees?* He stared on in confusion, only to hear voices nearby. "I'm okay, Birchpaw, really. I thought about it a little while waiting for Ripplepool to return." *Who's Birchpaw? And Ripplepool? So many confusing names.* A stick snapped under his paw. "There's someone nearby."

"Show yourself!" The tom's voice spooked Elm and caused him to step out, intimidated. "It's just a small kit, Cedarpaw... he can't hurt us." The larger apprentice lowered his head down to the kit's. "Hey, little guy, what's your name?"

"E-E-Elm," he sputtered. "Y-Y-You're not going to hurt me, right? You won't?"

"No. Where's your mother?" The tomkit's eyes widened, then he flicked his small tail to allow them to follow behind him, starting off with a quick pace. The twin apprentices looked back at each other before walking forward, following him. The walk took a few moments as the older cats waited behind him, only to finally stop at the edge of a small clearing.

"Mother?!"

At the gasp of the twin apprentices, Elm nearly leaped out of his skin. They would've apologized, but the brown-gray form of their mother was more of their focus. "What are you doing here, Mother?!" Birchpaw spat, and Cedarpaw, in a state of shock, surprise, and utter guilt, glared back at her.

"Birch, Cedar -"

"Don't call us that," Cedarpaw growled under her breath, flattening her ears. "You abandoned us! You told us to meet you back at the sycamore tree - and then you weren't there! And you *never* came back! Birchpaw and I - we had to find somewhere to go -"

"Cedar..."

"It's Cedar*paw,* Mother," she muttered, annoyed. "And don't give me your name thing. That hasn't worked on me since you left."

Birchpaw's gaze was just as narrowed and irritated, and he growled quickly, "We left for WillowClan. We became apprentices together and got to enjoy a few months, only for you to just show up with this kit of yours right after we get exiled - what do you want from us?!"

"Birch - ah -"

"Did you do this on *purpose,* showing up like this?!" he spat, and his mother's eyes narrowed, then she sighed and glanced over at Elm, who was shivering aggressively.

"Elm," she called, "could you go elsewhere for a few minutes? Don't go far. I just need to talk to your, ah - brother and sister here." The tomkit's eyes went wide, but he walked away anyway, listening from a bush. Tsuki could tell he was there, but didn't say a word, instead meeting her daughter's hurting gaze and her twin's indignant one. "I do not expect any sort of forgiveness from either of you. None. But you all must hear of what happened when you were born."

"You two were born earlier in life then I had planned. I had encountered your father as a playmate, a friend, and a partner... yet I developed feelings for him, and bore his son and daughter quite a bit before we had hit eight moons. We'd talked about things like that before, but... not like that. He became rough and aggressive with me, and when I bore my son... I could see him in your gaze, Birch. All of his fire. You looked the most like him."

"Anyway... I raised you both on my own, and I encountered him again. Right before I did that horrible action. I saw him in you again, Birch, and got so scared that I just couldn't face you both again. I felt guilty about it for moons... that is, until I found myself expecting Elm with him. I couldn't stand to know that it was his... so I killed him with my bare claws. However, Elm came earlier than expected, so that's why he's such a runt." She marveled at that for a moment, then chuckled once to herself before meeting the unchanged gazes in front of her. More guilt lingered in her throat. "I told you both, I expect no forgiveness for anything I've -"

"You're not getting forgiveness." Birchpaw's harsh statement was enough to shut her up, and he furrowed his eyebrows in disgust and anger. "Elm. I can smell you, come out." The brown tomkit stepped out of the bushes, nervous. "...Listen up. I know you heard all of that - Cedarpaw does too -" She nodded. "-but I just wanted to propose something... We have our names because we joined a Clan." A stab of guilt entered his throat - *one day, you all will know.* "So I wanted to propose something... we left for personal reasons, but when we return, would you like to come with us?"

"Wh-wh-what?!" He gasped and stared with a wide gaze. "Why?!"

"You know what she did to us. You heard her. I don't mean to turn you against her, but please... I don't think it's right for you to stay here -"

"Leave him alone, Birch." The statement from his mother made him freeze, and Cedarpaw cast her a glare. "Let him choose."

His siblings turned their gazes to him. "So? What's the verdict?"

He flattened his ears after a moment. "I-I-I don't know if I want to go to a Clan right now - it seems sc-scary, a-and you two seem scary too..." His sister relaxed slightly, eyes widening at a realization she had, then she nodded and twitched an ear.

"That's okay, Elm. It's okay to be scared about things... I'm scared a lot too, and about so many things. I was even terrified of this." *Even though coming here wasn't my choice.* "Point being, you can come when - or if - you feel ready." Her generally calm phrasing helped relax her youngest brother a little bit, but didn't change his mind.

"Th-thank you, Cedarpaw." He shifted backwards to his mother, then asked, "What will you do now?"

"Well... I think it's important that Birchpaw and I take some time to ourselves. Even though we didn't intentionally get here, we should still take out bearings and consider what happened... and maybe, we'll rejoin WillowClan once it's all over." She glanced back at her brother, then murmured, "That's what we smell like - WillowClan warriors. Maybe we'll see you there?"

"Yeah... maybe. Goodbye, Cedarpaw, Birchpaw. For now." --Birchpaw, Cedarpaw, Tsuki, & Elm

### ScarClan

Sycamore lept off of a fallen tree she balanced over and scented around. After all these years and moons and every moment. Something was wrong. Had she chosen wrong? Had Sigma decided wrong? She knew it wasn’t Sigma. But Oak. He had left her right before an assignment! And for this. She will find him and kill him when she thinks the time is right. She just kept stalking on aligned to the borders of TundraClan territory.-Sycamore

### Questing Cats

Shadowchaser followed after Danita in silence with his head bowed, mulling over all the information he had processed in just a matter of hours. He could hardly believe that he had clan blood after all- his father was *deputy*, of all things. Or at least, he had been previously. Was his mother proud of him now, for figuring it all out and hopefully finding the cure? Shadowchaser had walked on in silence for several moments until finally he noticed Danita abruptly stop in he tracks, so he stopped himself to prevent running into the silver tabby. She glanced back at him and motioned to the enormous rock with her tail. "That's Outlook Rock. You had quite the impressive home, Shadowchaser." She murmured while watching the salt-and-peppered tom trot closer to the boulder to observe it.

Memories flooded back into his mind, of days and nights he spent outside with his mom playing under the safety of the light of stars and sun. He could remember her bristly, chestnut-and-platinum fur, and the her sweet scent that always had the hint of milk and flowers. Those plants he played in as a kitten, when he and his mother played hide and seek...he'd never seen them before anywhere else. Shadowchaser paused, removing his attention from Outlook Rock and instead glancing over the unique flowering plants. It had tiny, star-shaped white flowers. Something about it... "Danita, do those have any...medicinal purposes? What's it called?" Shadowchaser called over his shoulder to the charcoal-dusted she-cat. Danita perked her ears in interest in padded up to his side to investigate.

As a loner, she'd dealt with her fair-share of herbs, just not so...often. She was no medicine cat, but she did have a thing for plant identification. It was more of a hobbie, really. "Oh? That's a Starflower, they're extremely rare in these parts. I've only ever seen them grow up here on Outlook Rock, actually. They're very strong herbs, can cure all sorts of things- that's why they're so rare. Cats used to overuse them for respiratory problems and belly aches, just because they worked so well. Now...it's just really hard to find Starflower." Danita explained to the dark tom, before watching in shock as he began to snatch them all up.

"This is the cure, Danita, don't you see?! This'll stop the plague! We just have to grab what we can and take it to camp with me, and plant some of the others to help it grow." Shadowchaser spoke with great enthusiasm and seemed more lively than he'd ever been. Sure, he had a horrible headache from his fall and felt extremely physically broken, but they found it! His clan could be saved!

"*We*?" Danita echoed while narrowing her eyes at Shadowchaser to give him a not-so-certain expression.

"Please- I need you to help me carry all of this...will you please come with me and help me, Danita?" Shadowchaser was practically begging her- he needed to save his clan. Sure, he never fit in well, and some cats were awfully rude to him, but...that didn't mean they deserved to die. "Please," he asked her again with a small frown. "Help me save my clan, they need this."

The silver tabby loner hesitated. Danita had just lost her entire world- that being Salmontooth, her mate, who unofficially broke things off with her. Now, Shadowchaser was also asking her to leave her home, her own stomping grounds, to help some snobby clan. "...Fine. I'll do it- but they better not pull that whole 'arrogant-clan-cat' attitude with me. -- Danita

## Kittypet Roleplay

Onyx sighed. -- Onyx

Sparrow heard a cat sigh, and padded over to a Twoleg Den. “Hello?” - Sparrow

"Hey. Who're you?" Onyx asked, cocking her head at the tom. -- Onyx

Sparrow’s tail floated lazily from side to side. “I’m Sparrow.” He said. “I’m just a rogue wandering the area. What about you?” - Sparrow

Suddenly, the dark she-cat spotted a few cats entering the town via the twolegs' gates. This town was always well fortified, and the cats vowed to keep it safe from intruders. "New people!" she said, pointing a sable tail at the gate. "Let's go check them out." -- Onyx

((Alright, move to the "Rogues/TundraClan" interaction in Main Roleplay. Then, I'll direct the entire crew towards the Icekeepers RP after Onyx mentions it and suggests hypothetically joining it- it's infamous in the city.)) -- Hawk

where is that?

Thorn was bored. "Coal, do you ever wonder what's out there? you know, past the fences." he asked her. "Yeah, I do." She answered. Thorn replied "maybe we could go out there for a day, or two." what if we get lost?" Coal asked him. "Now your'e acting like Flame," Thorn said. "I'm game for LIVING out there." "Alright, I'm coming with you." Coal said. "I'll go tell Flame. Flame came out. "Did someone say my name?" Coal replied, "Yeah, I did, and, Dun dun dun... MeandThornaregoingtoliveinthewild!!!" Coal said in one Breath. "WHAT?!?!?!" Flame yelled. "I'ts dangerous out there." "Scaredy cat." Thorn said. Coal said to Flame, " It's ok, Flame, Just do what you want to do." and then she and Thorn leaped over the fence, and they were gone.

 “Where should we go first?” Coal asked. “Hmmmm, how about that thorn forest over there?“ Thorn said. “Alright, let’s go!” Coal yelled. The cats started running toward the forest. -Thorn, Coal, & Flame

 Flame sighed. He missed Thorn and Coal. It was time to go out and find them. He jumped over the fence and headed toward a snowy place that he decided he should search first.