Hey there old buddy.

[Ringtail]

An old tom prowled around the lining of the simple farm house, his tail flickering nervously. He was currently awaiting the Two-Legs to come back and bring a shallow bowl of some sort of edible substance. Like he could call it food..He had had better options in his younger years. The brownish tom known as Weaseltongue continued to prowl along the door way of the Two-Leg den, clearly too lazy (or possibly too elderly) to catch his own food.

He gave loud meows of desperation, his belly aching for more chow. His belly rumbled loud enough to make his thin little body shake. He waited until a bright light came on in one of the rooms, the wooden door to the Two-Leg den slowly opening. The tom immediately dashed into the nearest bush, loudly hissing at the presence at the being. Having been once a clan cat, the tom still did not trust the human, but his instinct to get food had driven him to try in any shape or form to try and get food an easier way.



"Here you are, kitty kitty..", Said a soft tone from the she two-leg whom had brought out food. She gave a smile before heading back inside,closing the door shut behind her. Weaseltongue soon crept out of his hiding spot, quickly to the bowl of food and started to wolf it down.



The tom hadn't been here long, maybe about half a moon. He couldn't recall. But his thin body had been giving him the eldery pains he sometimes recieved, Starclan knows when that will end, let alone stop him from living.



He paused to look up, scanning around the farm to make sure no other cats would try and push him away from his free meal. He gave a growl, his ears lowered and tail starting to thrash. He didn't like the tought of someone taking it away either. After a moment, he calmed, returning back to his previous action of eating.



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[silverfang218]

Well there was another cat nearby, yet the silvery she-cat had no interest in taking the other tom’s food. Silverfang was sniffing about in the twoleg’s garden; she was told that twoleg gardens and around their homes often have herbs that can otherwise be hard to find, like catmint. Having found a bush of catmint, her nose is overcome by the scent of the strong smelling plant. She is mulling around the plant, seeing if there’s anymore when the sound of a door opening causes her ears to flatten and she goes into a crouch.

However, as the medicine cat slowly creeps around towards the sounds, to see if the twolegs seem like they are an immediate danger or not, she spots the twoleg giving food to another cat. She has no interest in the food, but she meets the gaze of the seemingly hostile cat; the docile medicine cat waves her tail both in greeting and in a ‘I’m not here, forget about me,’ kind of way as she disappears back towards the twoleg garden area. Her ears stay pricked, just in case the tom follows her. She has no interest in getting into fights.

[Ringtail]

Surprised by the she-cat, he easily finished off the mash of the kitty pet food. It was terrible but still, cat's gotta eat something, right? Weaseltongue watched the medicine head towards the garden...The garden.. His ears perked. There was only a few types of cats he recalled that dwindled with herbs.

The tom with a greeting purr, a sly thought coming to his head. 'A Clan cat..' He seemed to murmur with a flick of his own tail, repeating the greeting back to her and slowly followed her. If he could rejoin a clan, he wouldn't have to beg for kitty pet food and not have to worry about dying wherever he decided to end up. His fur prickled at the thought..

But that lead to another thought..Were there any clans left??? Did any survive at all?? Had they moved to another space? All these questions flooded his head, but he kept his trap shut. He didn't dare ask, he didn't want to come off as creepy or odd.

He slipped through the garden to be behind Silverfang, curiously watching her from a hare's leap away. His eyes watched her with an intense gaze, pulling catmint from the ground. Aw, had he wished he learned a thing or two about the uses of herbs, it would have helped him in the long run. Because you, stomach pains and muscles pains are kinda a menace to old toms like himself.

[silverfang218]

“You may come out and speak to me if you want. I didn’t mean to intrude on your day; I just want this one little plant.” Silverfang speaks gently, her ear twitching as she catches a soft pawstep a tiny distance behind her. She tugs at more of the plant, carefully picking out the precious leaves and some of the stems with practiced grace. She makes sure to leave a significant portion of the plant still alive and in the ground so it can grow back. She makes a careful mental note of it before piling up her find and turning to face the older tom.

“I’m Silverfang. What’s your name?” She doesn’t recognize his scent as one from any of the other clans, so she assumes he’s a loner who frequents this place for food or a kittypet who lives here. Either way, he doesn’t seem hostile, since he returned her greeting, so she decides to not act hostile in return. “Do you live here?”

[Ringtail]

"You sure?" He meowed back, curiously approaching. He was in awe, at how gentle she was towards the catmint plant. He sat a mouse-length from her, careful of her herb pile.
"Weaseltongue...I go..Used to go by that anyway. " He shifted his front paws in the ground, making himself comfortable. "I've been here a short time, but no I do not live here.." His yellow eyes were full of eagerness, he really wanted to spill all his questions out. But he silently waited. "You don't smell from around here..Do you live near by??"

[silverfang218]

“I’m sure, unless you plan to pounce on me or something.” The medicine cat chuckles, then lets out a soft, thoughtful hum as she hears the tom’s name. “That sounds like a warrior name.” She states, her voice holding no judgements or assumptions; she is merely stating a fact. “Well, it is nice to meet you, Weaseltongue.”

“I don’t live far from here, but you are right. Three clans moved here just before leafbare. I would honestly be watchful if you come here often; this is considered MistClan territory. I’m not a warrior, but I know warriors come here to hunt from time to time… though I doubt they would venture so close to the twoleg’s home.” She explains. “What about you, friend? What is your story? Only if you are willing to share it, of course.” Silverfang gently asks. She would have to admit that the rogue’s name, which certainly sounds like it could have once been a warrior’s name, raises some curiosity, but she only wants to hear a story if the rogue is willing to tell it.

[Ringtail]

Three clans? Now that perked his interest. "It was a warrior name..At one time.." He squinted his eyes a bit, trying to adjust his slightly unfocused vision. Cursed old age. But that made him flicker his tail tip, considering on telling ihs story. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to tell a small fraction on it.

"I come from a clan a little far from here, a long trek espispecially for someone like myself.." You could almost hint towards like it was funny. The tom reached up and pawed at his ear, rather a little shy and nervous to continue his tale. "I'll make it quick and say I left my clan for reasons that I know of.." A bit rude, but it would be a bit odd if someone told you were banished from your clan, right? Be a very super awkward encounter. "But this clan of yours I'm assuming, Mistclan..What's it like there? And only just recently arrived in this area since leafbare? Bit of a shame to have to move.." His tone was a bit mellowed out, slowly growing to get comfortable with another Clan cat. Oh it had been a while since speaking, let alone, being near another Clan cat.

[silverfang218]

Silverfang’s ears perked with interest as he confirms that his name does originate from a clan. The medicine cat listens to what little story her companion decides to share before nodding, seeming to understand that his story must be hard to tell for one reason or another. She doesn’t press or look upset that he won’t say more, instead seeming a bit honored that he chose to say anything at all. “A Clan a long ways from here.” The silver she-cat echoes, mostly to herself. She finds it fascinating that there are clans like the ones she knows elsewhere in the world.

Silver nods again as he makes the assumption that her clan is called MistClan before trying to answer his question, “Well ah, we follow the warrior code and take care of each other just like I imagine most clans do or try to do. We have warriors, apprentices, a leader, a deputy, and I’m MistClan’s medicine cat. I suppose it might be a bit like your old clan? We’re just basically a big group who tries to live together and take care of our clanmates, all while trying to keep on the path StarClan has for us.” She isn’t very good at descriptions, particularly descriptions of things that she takes for granted. She blinks as she realizes that Weaseltongue’s clan may not have followed StarClan, though she decides not to explain. He may ask if he’s curious, or perhaps they did follow StarClan and he already knows. Either one works for Silver.

As he comments on what a shame it would be having to move, she nods again, a bit of sadness in her eyes. “It was terrible timing, but our old territories were no longer safe and there’s no way they could have provided enough prey to last through leafbare. StarClan said specifically that we had to leave: leave or watch your clanmates die, I think were their words. So we left; it was a long hard trek, and it was a deadly leafbare, but we made it. I suppose that’s what matters.”

She seems comfortable enough around the rogue; Silverfang takes her oath to be above her clan’s rivalries very seriously, and she even speaks with rogues and loners on friendly terms. If MistClan’s warriors had a problem with the rogues and loners, they could deal with it; she warned Weasel, so that’s about all she can do. But for now, this situation seems to be friendly and completely under control.

[Ringtail]

Weaseltongue somewhat realled the laws of the warrior code, it was much the same as his old clan. But he seemed to have forgotten the name of it, but that did not bug him. He did not care, as h had preferred to put it in the past, for Starclan's sake he did not want to rememeber his troubled youth.


"Ah...My own clan such as StarClan, and we followed our own set of ideals on laws.." He nodded to her, his tail kinking curiously as he listened to her. But of course it brought memories to his mind, mostly when he was a very young apprentice. He had been such an eager kit, if he had told her, she might have find it humorous. He lightly chuckled to himself just at that thought. Him as a kit. How adorable.


"What was the reason for moving?? Two-legs?? Foul smelling monsters?? Rival cats??" He only mentioned a few examples as to why they might have left. Being a stranger he might not know the possible horrors she may have to tell. "It is fine, if you don't answer..I'm sure it was..Not the best of memories.." He commented softly, pausing to paw at a bug in his ear. Damn cursed mosquitoes. Very much a nuisance.

[silverfang218]

Silverfang nods, curiosity still glittering in her eyes as he mentioned that his clan also knew of StarClan and followed their own set of laws. She finds the thought of other clans outside of their own intriguing, and she wonders if these other clans’ ancestors interact with those of the clans she knows. It was all a very interesting line of inquiry, but she knows better than to ask.

As he asks what caused the clans to move then quickly reassures her that she doesn’t need to say, she nods. “They were dark times, but I don’t mind saying. It’s in the past; the clans have mostly healed now. We lived up on a mountain; at that time it was just MistClan and IvyClan, as MothClan formed just as we moved into this territory. One night, a fire ravaged the entire mountainside. Both Clans nearly burned; our camps were destroyed and we lost many, many cats.” Silverfang stands and turns slightly to the side, so Weaseltongue can see the burn scars marring her lower back. The medicine cat had been lucky the nursery had held up as long as it did; if it had collapsed just a moment sooner, it would have fallen on top of both her and Sootkit. As it is, the scars serve as proof of what happened. “Luckily, there were lakes in each clan’s territory. Those of us who could make it out of our camps fled to the lakes. Shortly afterwards, StarClan told me in no uncertain terms to take both clans and flee the ruined territories as fast as we could. At the next full moon, the clans gathered and made plans to do just that.” She explained their story.

“Sadly, it didn’t end there. It seemed like misfortune was nipping at our paws the entire journey. After only a few days of walking, we settled down in a nice valley. There was a river flowing through it, with plentiful hunting areas to either side. We settled down, both clans right next to each other, separated by the river. We wanted to gather our strength before we kept moving; it seemed like we overstayed our welcome. An earthquake separated our clans with a massive rift down the center, and the clans were once again devastated.”

The medicine cat stands up tall as she finishes her tale; it was somewhat long, but he had asked for it. “We eventually were able to meet up again; MothClan formed shortly after that and we ended up following the river here. By now, all the clans have mostly recovered.” She flicks her fluff of a tail to one side, “Sorry, I suppose I probably bored you with our history, huh? Just ignore me, I sound like an elder.” She apologizes with a chuckle as she realizes she probably does sound just like an elder.