[ti]Open[/ti]You Don't Belong Here

[ladyspectral]

A gentle breeze stirred the dry grass and bushes, filling the air with noise. Honeyheart peered over the campside as she approached, looking over toward Snaketongue for reassurance. "If any of these cats attack me..." She meowed lowly, hesitantly eying one of the rougher looking cats from a distance. So far nobody had noted a stranger's presence but it was a matter of time.

The rogue briefly considered the last time she had been among so many other strange cats, thinking back to the sharp tongued elder and how she had wanted so badly to attack him for his insults. But hopefully there wouldn't be cats as disrespectful here. With that she padded closer toward the camp, preparing herself for the inevitable hissing of the Mothclan warriors.

GnawingOnIce

[GnawingOnIce]

Snaketongue stood, watching the camp with Honeyheart. "Don't worry, s'ey won't unless you don't leave when s'ey ask you to." He turned and slid into camp, looking around, suddenly feeling a bit nervous. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, reassuring himself that everything would be fine. He turned back to Honeyheart, "S'is is home."

[KingHarry]

From out of nowhere, the large, grey ball of fur that was MothClan's leader leapt down from the rock he had been prowling upon. He was obviously angry - his hackles risen, ears pinned back, and tail swinging back and forth ferociously. A loud hiss could be heard coming from Mothstar's mouth as he first glared at the stranger and then moved his line of sight to Snaketongue. He only looked at the warrior for a second, though; his gaze swiftly moving back to the cat that was currently classed as his enemy so that he couldn't be caught unaware should any attacks happen.

"Who is this, Snaketongue?" Mothstar's voice spat, obvious anger extremely clear. He was not happy. Whoever this cat was, they were a stranger in his home and that was unacceptable. Snaketongue was going to be in trouble for this. The leader had yet to decide what the exact punishment would be, but there would definitely be one.

[GnawingOnIce]

Panic set in as Mothstar strode toward him. Snaketongue was noticeably smaller than him, which only made him more scared. He searched for words as his leader asked who this was, "Uh- S'is H-Honeyheart, she's a rogue but used to be in a Clan so I s'ought s'at it'd be helpful to-to have her here." Luckily, he didn't stutter too much, but it was still clear that he was nervous. His ears were flicked back, the fur along his spine bristling, not with anger but fear.

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BRACKENFALL >>

    Two fat pigeons rest in the deputy's jaws as he entered the camp, having just led an apparently successful hunting patrol. As soon as he stepped into the camp, however, he sensed tension. Mothstar's voice rang through the camp, and Brackenfall quickly rushed to see what all the fuss was about, fresh kill still in his maw. Once he reached his leader, he set down the birds, feathers falling from his mouth. Looking for the cat that was receiving Moth's rage, he saw Snaketongue. He was a good warrior, so the deputy wondered what he could have possibly done wrong. Then he saw her. A strange, apparently rogue cat that stood before them. He hadn't caught the scent of the she-cat on his way in because of his mouth full of prey. 

    Brackenfall gave a displeased glare at his fellow Clanmate. He was disappointed, but not surprised. Bringing strange cats into their camp had, unfortunately, become a trend in MothClan. The deputy gave the rogue a hard stare, judging whether or not she would be foolish enough to attempt some kind of attack. She seemed more terrified than anything else. Smart. But cats in desperate situations such as this did desperate things, so his guard didn't waver. 

[ladyspectral]

Honeyheart’s own ears flattened, claws extending out from their sheaths to expose the dog tooth covers. A low growl escaped her throat at the larger tom’s approach, attention flicking toward Snaketongue. Her tail lashed behind her as she arched her back, trying to make herself look larger than she truly was. She remained tense, the scrawny she cat looking almost comical as she sized up Mothstar.

“Honeyheart, of the two leg place.” She meowed simply, voice cold and words abrupt. “Former warrior of Fernclan, of the grass seas. Destroyed by a pack of dogs that were set upon our camp.” She continued as if it were a more believable explanation.

Her attention shifted to Brackenfall, and she glanced back toward Snaketongue again. She shifted uneasily, the scarred and slender she cat staring at him just as unwavering and cold. “I don’t intend to attack, I know exactly how that would go.” She meowed simply, remaining prepared for a hasty retreat or defense.

[KingHarry]

Mothstar was pleased to note the arrival of his deputy. Brackenfall may not have the best track record as a deputy so far, but he was there when he was needed and, at the end of the day, Mothstar didn't need to ask for much more. Now they just needed to work on the other's ability to prevent deaths happening during his patrols and everything would be perfect.

"We do not bring strangers into camp, Snaketongue," the leader hissed. Even if a warrior thought they'd be useful and wanted to vouch for them to join the clan, they didn't bring them to camp. That was a decision that a mousebrained kit would make - not a noble, experienced warrior. Quite frankly, Mothstar was disappointed in Snaketongue. His respect for the other warrior had certainly just decreased dramatically.

"And as for you, 'Honeyheart', we do not recognise a 'FernClan'." For all Mothstar knew, this stranger had just made up that name in an attempt to be accepted. It was good that this cat apparently did not want to attack, though. She evidently had some brains - unlike her friend that had just brought her waltzing into their home. Despite her words, the leader's stance did not change - still ready for an attack at any moment and displaying incredible anger in his body language. 

He hissed - not at anybody in particular, but just a show of his feelings - before glancing to his deputy out of the corner of his eyes. "Brackenfall, what do you think we should do with these two?" Mothstar asked, a test of sorts. Personally, he wanted to chase Honeyheart away and punish Snaketongue. Would the other say something similar? He was interested to find out.

[GnawingOnIce]

Snaketongue's ears flattened further as Mothstar expressed his disappointment in him. "I understand, sorry Mo'sstar." He didn't look up from looking at the ground. Starclan, how could he have been so stupid? All he wanted was to like Honeyheart without having his loyalty questioned. For once, the slightest hint of a growl rumbled in his throat. The fur on his spine rose a bit, but he forced it to stay down and looked up at Mothstar, trying to calm his nerves. Snaketongue held a stern gaze, looking at Brackenfall, waiting for his answer.

[ladyspectral]

Honeyheart tensed even further at Mothstar's continued anger, barely restraining herself from lunging at him with her claws outstretched. Glancing toward Brackenfall reminded her to keep behaving at least for the time being, knowing he'd defend the cat in front of her in a heartbeat. Her green eyes remained narrowed, an unhappy grumble coming from her throat as the tensed she cat remained ready for self defense. Her fur continued to bristle as the leader scolded her companion.

Briefly she wondered how the clans decided things. Usually fighting got what she wanted, but perhaps that wasn't the best of ideas in this case. Ivyclan seemed fairly unimpressed with her threats against their elder, even if he more than deserved a good smack across the face. Her green eyes narrowed in thought as she looked over toward Brackenfall again as Mothstar asked him to decide the punishment. An idea sprung to her mind, and she suddenly turned her attention back toward the large gray tom.

"Perhaps I can prove my worth to you?" The scrawny rogue meowed thoughtfully. Maybe if she filled their fresh kill pile a bit they'd be more willing to accept her. Or maybe they'd have her work her claws to the bone and then still refuse her. "Either in catching prey or fighting. I'm able to understand dog and two leg with proficiency as well, if that's needed. I know you share a border with the two leg's territory. I'm sure they trespass plenty, and I don't think they understand what borders are."

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|| Milk-kit ||

A pair of milky blue eyes stared at the scene unfurling across the camp as Milk-kit watched from the Nursery, her small body pressed close to the stony wall of the mouth of the den. From her distance, she could only barely make out what was being said- with the exception of Mothstar’s bellowing yowls. Those she could hear clearly as booming thunder.

The kit settled her chin between her chubby forpaws as she blinked at the collection of four cats; a pair of big toms she knew were the leader and deputy, as well as two cats she didn’t recognize. One’s scent was faintly familiar as she figured he was a member of Mothclan that she had passed by before, but the other didn’t smell of camp and this piqued the young molly’s attention. She too had been an outsider before, but she had luckily not received such a harsh introduction to the clan lifestyle. She was sure if she had, she would have soddened her tail in the moment.

With her ears perked, she slumped her face behind her forepaws, only just peeking out at the pandemonium. If she were caught spying, she didn’t want to get into trouble, so she’d simply play if off as if she had only just overheard what was said.