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[Miss Tactical]

Eveningblaze looked at the tom, he wasn't young, but he wasn't overly old. He curled his lip clearly irritated he looked at Milkpaw and snorted. "Mothstar is ill, the last thing I would do is pester him." The tom finally mewed. After a few moments of silence he finally sighed. It was clear these two young cats were determined to bring Buckleap back to MothClan even if he didn't like the idea. He supposed it would be Brackenfalls choice. "Brackenfall will be the one to have the say, so let me run ahead you two get Buckleap off these darn tracks it's not safe." Eveningblaze took off on a run, being near the tracks was no problem to him, but being on them made him nervous. It wasn't much longer until he got to the path from which the came. He leaped off the metal rails before heading in the direction of camp.


Oh dear StarClan I feel bad for those three... The black tom thought to himself. He knew very well they were young and gullible he knew very well Buckleap wouldn't be able to stay. Mothstar made that rather clear the last time a rogue was bought to camp, unless they were a fighting cat blessed by StarClan themselves it was a no go. From Eveningblaze's first impression that wasn't Buckleap. Perhaps MistClan or IvyClan would be a much better home for the tom. It wasn't much longer before the entrance of camp came into view, he padded into the center scanning the clearing. Please don't tell me Brackenfall is on a patrol..." He growled in frustration but a flash of brown fur caught his attention. SO he was in camp!


"Brackenfall." The tom dipped his head to the deputy. "Have a seat for a minute you aren't going to like this." Eveningblaze explained to the deputy that Ruststripe had requested to go on a patrol, he and Milkpaw had joined in only to be taken to a loner, he mentioned Buckleap had wanted to Join MothClan but despite his warnings the young warrior and apprentice insisted that they bring him back to camp. "So just forwarning you, they will be coming soon despite my warnings." He mewed with a firm nod, wrapping his tail around his paws.

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[mewmehh]

Milkpaw blinked widely as Eveningblaze spoke briefly before tearing off back the way they had come. There was his usual gruff tone, but something about his words seemed at least slightly concerned for the loner in regards to the danger of the area. Still, this did little to ease Milkpaw's churning belly.

Casting a glance to Ruststripe, she flattened her ears and lowered her head a bit. "I still don't know about this, Ruststripe." Looking to Buckleap, she furrowed her grey brow as he seemed to be sporting a look of discontent as he gazed back at her. The apprentice frowned and scuttled a few steps towards the direction of their home. With her cyan eyes shooting the red she-cat icy daggers, she meowed in warning, "If you get me in trouble with Mothstar, I'll be getting you back."

[gingersnapsdacat]

Ruststripe rolled her eyes, and mewed a response to Buckleap's comment bout her 'group of warriors.. "It's the best I could do Buckleap. Two warriors and a good apprentice is a decent patrol."
However, for his questions about MothStar, Ruststripe kept quiet. True, she could have brought the topic to him, but she doubted that there was much use. At least by doing this, she would not be entirely alone when facing the harsh leader, or in this case, the deputy. 
"Eveningblaze is right, c'mon Milkpaw, Buckleap." she mewed, padding away from the perilous tracks. 
As she moved away from the shining metal beams, she glanced again at Milkpaw.
"I know this is risky, but I think it is the right path. Surely StarClan is telling me to take home every stray I find, or else why would I keep finding them?" She joked, attempting to lighten the tension, which could be cut with a claw. 

[sabs]

BRACKENFALL >>

    The tabby tom had just finished sending off a patrol and was heading towards the fresh-kill pile when Eveningblaze approached him. He gave a nod as the black warrior greeted him. "Have a seat for a minute you aren't going to like this." The deputy flicked  an ear in  worry at his Clanmates words, but nonetheless sat, tail strewn over his paws. "What is it?" Brackenfall questioned. He listened as the tom explained about the "patrol" that Ruststripe had led the two cats on, and how they ended up meeting a loner. A displeased look adorned the tabby warrior's face once his Clanmate had finished speaking. He quickly rose to his paws, marching hurriedly towards the entrance of the camp. This was the last time that Ruststripe would be bringing any mangy outsiders into their territory.

    It only took a few moments before he saw the pelts of his Clanmates, as well as the loner in tow, as Eveningblaze had unfortunately predicted. He didn't wait for them to get within  a few fox lengths of the camp before he was there in front of them, eyes burning into the orange tabby's pelt. "Ruststripe." He growled, clearly more than displeased with the sight before him. "Don't even bother opening your mouth or I will rake the ears off your head." He paused briefly to examine the loner, and was unimpressed. "You will not be speaking with Mothstar about this matter, he has made his rulings clear about accepting cats into our Clan." She wasn't the only cat who had brought outsiders into MothClan, in fact Brackenfall himself had done it a time or two, but they were already Clan cats, and had shown exceptional qualities he believed would befit the Clan. The last thing they needed was another useless mouth to feed. 

    The deputy motioned for his two other Clanmates to come forward. "Eveningblaze, Milkpaw, chase this flea-bitten rat until you're sure he won't be coming back." He said, flicking his tail in annoyance. "And you." The tom glared at Ruststripe. "If you're going to act like and unruly apprentice, you will be treated as such." His claws sank in and out of the soft ground beneath him as he tried to bite back his anger. "You will be pulling ticks off the elders for the next two moons, and you will not leave camp unless escorted by one of my patrols, or Eveningblaze. I'm not going to even tell you what's going to happen if I catch you trying to sneak out." Brackenfall didn't break his gaze.  "If it weren't for the vast amount of apprentices, I'd have your nest moved into their den." The deputy snarled, turning to leave. He looked back once more, shooting a rotten glare at the loner. "If I, or any of my warriors catch you on our territory again, we won't be so kind." 
    

[Fireflake]

Buckleap the Loner

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Buckleap had been hesitantly following Ruststripe and Milkpaw. His eyes swept the territory as he passed through it, just waiting for the three to run into another MothClan warrior. Either that, or a giant rock falling from the sky to squash them. He had a feeling that something was going to go wrong.

And then Brackenfall appeared in front of them... looking angry. Looking unimpressed. Looking like this was a bad idea. Any other day, he'd strongly object to being called a flea-bitten rat, but there was no room for annoyance this time.

Buckleap gulped and leaned back when Brackenfall ordered him chased off, ready to bolt for the border. One of his best skills was running. Unless Eveningblaze was also particularly versed in it, the loner was sure he wouldn't be hurt. At least that was a silver lining.

It would have been a good idea to go immediately. To run for the tracks, and not look back. This was a bad outcome, but it was the best bad outcome he'd get. He stayed on the very tips of his paws.

Some part of him refused to just run. Some immensely stupid part, probably. Ruststripe had gone to the trouble of organizing a patrol to try to help him, so shouldn't he at least make sure she didn't get her ears clawed off?

Another part of him, the loner part that was nestled at his core, screeched inside of his head. No, you mouse-brain! This clan is known for fighting! A bunch of brutes, remember? And those other toms don't look inexperienced either...

Buckleap had stayed for only a few seconds after being ordered away, but it felt like moons. A few seconds was a lot longer in a fight, and that was what this would end up as if he didn't go right now.

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[Miss Tactical]

Eveningblaze lashed his tail looking at Buckleap. His yellow eyes looked him dead in the eye listening to Brackenfalls every word. He even offered to Ruststripe to bring Buckleap to MistClan or IvyClan's territory before this even happened, but what did he know? He nodded his head towards Buckleap moving forward. "Off you go you heard him." The black tom started walking then looked to Ruststripe. "Don't worry I won't harm your friend." He mewed. This tom was hardly threatening and he probably wouldn't stand much of a chance. Eveningblaze despite being a grump was honorable and did like fair fights. He gave Buckleap a little nudge before walking into the forest. "I will drop you off at MistClan's border. They will probably more accepting." Eveningblaze mewed.

Soon the trees broke out into a meadow, he flicked an irritated ear and curled his lip into an annoyed growl. Much of his day was wasted over this silly patrol and now escorting this tom to the border with a sigh he nodded. "I can't cross but here you are, don't expect them to be so welcoming we have an issue with rogues in the forest. Don't say I didn't warn you." Eveningblaze mewed. He sat down wrapping his tail around his paws, waiting for the tom to cross the border to make sure he wouldn't be coming back into MothClan's territory.

[mewmehh]

Milkpaw's blue eyes watched warily as she listened to Brackenfall scold Ruststripe, the pale apprentice averting her gaze from her red friend. She had known this would happen and tried to warn her, but to no avail. At least she wouldn't be pulled down with her, it seemed. At that, she could breathe an internal sigh of relief.

However, said breath caught in her throat at Brackenfall's orders. He had told Milkpaw to accompany Eveningblaze to chase this cat off their territory. Such was a customary task for a clan cat to perform, but it still surprised the apprentice to be order to do such already in her training. Still, you wouldn't find her arguing.

Turning to face Buckleap with an uneasy look on her face, she took a few steps towards him alongside the dark form of of Eveningblaze. She said nothing, letting the older warrior explain the situation to the tom, and the pale she-cat simply followed in his steps as back up. Not that he needs it.

She stuck close to the scarred warrior until they reached the meadowy, flat territory of Mistclan. As Eveningblaze gave Buckleap some parting words, Milkpaw only offered the brown tabby a small nod before settling down in a poised position next to the Mothclan warrior as they would sit vigil of their border until the loner was no longer in sight.

[gingersnapsdacat]

From the moment she set foot in camp, Ruststripe could sense the anger of BRackenfall. Until now, she still held the tiniest shred of hope that he would hear Buckleap's story, and consider him as a new clanmate. But it was clear now that no such thing would happen. 
"If you open your moth, I'll rake your ears off your head."
Ruststripe did keep quiet, but not in hope of protecting her ears. If the deputy wanted to shred her ears, then he was welcome to try. No, that was not why she was quiet. She only kept quiet for long enough to allow Eveningblaze and Milkpaw time to get Buckleap away from Brackenfall's sharp claws. As soon as they had safely gotten far enough, she turned, meeting Brackenfall's eye. 
"I'll have you know, oh great and powerful Brackenfall, that the cat you turned away is no flea-bitten rogue. He came from a clan, just like you and I. His clan was destroyed, but he survived. If that is not the spirit of MothCLan, then I do not know what is." Now her words stretched beyond just this moment. 
"No cat can control where they come from. But they can choose where they want to be. MothStar came from MistClan, so are you going to drive him out too? And what about all the cats you have brought into our clan? Do they deserve this treatment as well?"


OOC you can harm her if you want to, It can be as little or as much as you want, as long as she stays alive. 

[sabs]

BRACKENFALL >>

    The deputy stopped in his tracks as the young warrior began to speak. He stood, quietly, taking in everything that she had to say. His previous anger had begun to ebb away, and now he just...felt quite numb. Maybe he had lied to himself, and the anguish from losing his kits was still there. Or perhaps, it was the fact that Mothstar had been consistently sick and the pressure of taking over for his Clan was finally becoming a reality. Whatever the case now, however, the tabby tom did not move from his place, a few fox lengths ahead of her. Nor did he turn his head towards her when he spoke, "I understand your frustrations," He began, his voice giving away nothing. "But what's done is done. These are Mothstar's orders, I am simply carrying them out." He began to move, tail swaying gently behind him before stopping once more. "Best to get started on those elders, the ticks are abundant this season. I'm sure Elkpaw can help get you some mouse bile." He spoke it, not quite as an order, but a casual conversation. With that, the deputy slunk off into the apprentices den, disappearing into the darkness. 

[Fireflake]

Buckleap the Loner

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Buckleap hesitated a moment longer. His eyes flicked over to Ruststrike. He thought briefly about refusing to go, but realized how hare-brained the idea was in the same heartbeat. That was when Eveningblaze nudged him and he followed the warrior, flicking the rounded tip of his tail. He couldn't say he was surprised, but disappointment and annoyance were still perfectly valid.

His fur prickled as Eveningblaze and Milkpaw lead him to the border. He walked briskly, not wanting to spend more time with them now than he had to. It was much easier once there was grass under his paws.

So MothClan was a no go, and another warrior had already said that IvyClan was the least likely to take him. Well, that was their loss. And if MistClan also didn't want him, that would be their loss too. The tabby wondered if the other former warrior he'd traveled with had any more luck.

Buckleap quickly dipped his head to Eveningblaze, then extended the gesture to Milkpaw. "Thanks," he muttered. "Tell Rustpaw-- or whatever her warrior name is-- thanks, too."
If he was going to be spending his time around rogues and kittypets for a while, which was quite possible, he figured he might as well be civil to these clan cats.
He didn't know if either of them would pass on his message. He did know that he probably shouldn't hang around MothClan's border to tell her himself. Flicking his tail goodbye, the loner continued his stride away.

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gingersnapsdacat        mewmehh       Miss Tactical         sabs