The young Keeper's gaze slowly moved across the camp, gliding over the cats and every now and then going back towards the nursery to doublecheck that his nose of ears wasn't letting anything slip. But there was something different, and the dark-furred tomcat stiffened up as something new floated towards him. There were many scents in the air, all of his clanmates with only minor differences, but one stood out. The golden and yellow gaze quickly scanned the camp once more, more alert and careful this time, and soon made out a new pelt among the crowd.
Intruder. That was the first word that popped up in Batblood's mind, and the tom was near close to jumping onto his paws and confronting them if it wasn't for the lack of reaction around him. The new cat seemed far too young and... nervous to be an intruder (or any kind of threat really). Batblood sucked in a breath through his nose and forcefully made his muscles relax once more.
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Featherskies yawned, and padded wearily into the clearing. She glanced back at the sun, and moved forward, until she had found a position that placed her in one of it’s ray light. She had managed to get cold during her nap, somehow, probably from some weird mysterious dream, and all she wanted was some good ol’ sun. She Molly stretched, and glanced around for anyone approaching her.
Nope, no one. She tilted her head, and shifted her body to lay on her back.
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Returning from training, Dandelionpaw took a small piece of prey from the preypile, which managed to eat surprisingly fast - oh! Oops, a tad embarrassed she took a glance around but no one seemed bothered by it which... Was good. She exhaled a breath, wrapping her tail around her paws, crippled leg side. Now that she was sitting here, not training, not worrying as much, she... Actually felt a little lonely. The older apprentice felt a strange urge to speak to someone, but at the same time, she wasn't sure if her clan had really accepted her back? Even if they never looked at her twice. Sometimes it was like she didn't ever do anything wrong to them, and that felt... Weird. Certainly she hadn't spoken to many because they thought her disgraceful? No, no! Shaking the thought off, she huffed. Cinderstar..sky had forgiven her, she was fine... Right? Well... Maybe she could try talking to someone to try. Looking around, the brown bengal saw someone she, after a few heartbeats, recognised as Featherskies. She seemed nice, so... Shyly hobbling towards the warrior, she craned her neck to look at the resting warrior. Was this a bad idea..? "Um- h-hi..?"
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Rainhound somehow managed to raise her eyebrows even more. Instead of giving her a concrete answer, this stranger gave her... this. "Why are you here?" she asked, her voice a tad bit more relaxed now. The tomcat didn't seem like a threat, maybe he really did get accepted into the clan by Sparrowstar. However, she had heard of there being a rogue claiming to be one of ThunderClan's warriors and attempting to steal one of their kits -- she would not have that happen again. "Did you meet with Sparrowstar?"
Her tone still had a tiny intimidating edge to it. Incase the rogue had something bad planned, he wouldn't get through with it. She knew that cats could mask their true personalities.
The long body, covered in thick fur of many different colors slunk out on the nursery as soon as the call of Sparrow...star rang out over camp. An excuse to leave the prison-like den? Yes, pleeease! Sharp green eyes turned their gaze up towards the Thunderwillow as Appleworm's tail settled over her paws. The feline had chosen to take a seat not far from the nursery (an almost crippling tiredness keeping the paws from going much further), not too far from the young guard. Word had reached the nursery of what had happened in the camp before, with the rogue trying to take the kit and all, and she was fine with the Keeper staying around the nursery since he seemed quiet and didn't get in anyone's way, but she had also seen (or more so, heard) another, younger cats come into the den, loudy proclaiming that they would be staying there as if anyone gave a rat's ass about who babysat the brants, as long as someone kept an eye on them.
A yawn forced open Appleworm's jaws, for a few moments revealing the rows of sharp teeth before the cat's attention was given back to the leader up there.
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Mudsplash's ears pivoted to the stammering mews of someone unfamiliar, their visage scrunching up almost comically as the pungent stench of... a loner? kittypet? Perhaps somewhere in between flooded their nostrils. How could they have entered without anyone noticing?
With a furious glare, they would head to the premises of a tom, their fur bristling as they studied the sire a few tail lengths away. He seemed... twitchy and fearful, certainly not someone who could invade the camp. However, that doesn't mean they shouldn't be careful around the vessel. Perhaps they had skills in manipulating, or something even worse.
"Were you invited here?" Mudsplash would demand, stomping up closer to the bachelor and confronting him nose-to-nose. Their tail lashed impatiently and they huffed furiously, scapulas unsheathed for precaution. "Has Sparrowstar allowed you to enter our camp?"
The hermaphrodite said 'our' as in 'obviously you should not of come if you didn't want trouble' kind of way. Their tone was accusatory, yet also curious, Mudsplash had been born in a kittypet home after all. Back then, they had been named 'Perdix,' and still, they shuddered at the thought of the kibble their twoleg's had fed them. Their neck still tingled when they thought of their collar, impossibly tight and definitely uncomfortable. Maybe this tom here was having the same trouble.
Argh, now Mudsplash was feeling empathy and guilt for screaming at the other. Bleh.
You're protecting your home, Mudsplash reminded themself, yet still, that dumb culpability burnt their pelt. Why did feelings have to ruin everything?
Mudsplash's hazel stare softened a little, and reluctantly, they backed up a step. They definitely still kept their guard up, though. They were not going to loosen up on an intruder and have him do something Mudsplash would regret for the rest of their life. Not again.
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Crocus limps towards Sparrowstar, though he only did so because of her strange manner of calling for... Everyone. Honestly the young tom didn't expect this. He was almost overwhelmed and the only thing that kept him from feeling too intimidated was the knowledge that somewhere beyond the forest, his own kin were probably just as many (even though he new but a very small fraction of kin, his parents mainly keeping him and his littermate to themselves and all prior offspring being sent off once they were older). Thinking of them, he recalls the time he followed the leader of ThunderClan home.
He'd looked back to where he'd come from, wondering then if they were watching him, and knowing that somehow they probably knew.
A sigh escapes his lips now as he sits somewhere far from most cats. The loner (scratch that, the "kittypet") didn't know anybody here, nor did he feel inclined to try. The old collar around his neck, limp and caked in dirt, stank. And the sooner someone "helped" him to take it off, the better. Yellow-green eyes survey those around him, the bustle of the oncoming meeting loud and lively. He settles on watching a kitten for the time being, someone who sat close to the big central tree and craned their neck back to stare up at Sparrowflight.
And truthfully he would have sat there staring, but Neptune told Estelle that Crocus would interact with Vixenkit, so Crocus felt compelled to follow this divine intervention and get up. Limping closer to the kitten, he shuffles into an awkward half-seated position close by. "H-h-hello," he whispers carefully. Goodness, he loathed the act.
Vineglow stepped infront of the outsider “Who are you and why are you here?!” The black tabbh hissed, baring her ivory-white teeth.
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Acornpaw's ears perked at the sound of the leaders call. He trotted over, sitting down. Acornpaw gazed up at them with wide emerald eyes. (OPEN)
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Vixenkit was having a positively wonderful time looking up at a non-speaking Birdysomething. Her neck was maybe starting to hurt a little by how she was looking up, but that didn't matter, the kit was somehow transfixed on watching the new leader with an unfaltering gaze. Zoned out, no one could know what - if anything - might be running through her mind. She was completely unknowing to any happenings around her; to the many cats joining below the tree, to the newcomer walking up to her. Wait, newcomer?
Vixenkit's head snapped around curiously as she heard a voice address her, a figure she had never seen before! A figure that Estelle swears was Neptune's own choice to send to Vixenkit. "Hi!"
The kit eventually replied with a bright smile, feeling rather excited at the prospect of meeting someone new. Hmmmm. He look strange however - her eyes fell on some dirty dirty thingy around his neck and Vixy tilted her head as she watched it curiously. "What's that?"
Right as she asked her little question, Rainhound appeared! Vixenkit wanted to greet her too, but instead she just seemed all defensive and whatnot and the kitten didn't really understand. They exchanged some words, which really made the matter more confusing - something she didn't like! Pulling something between a pout and a confused face, trying to figure it all out until another cat showed up! Wow! Was he some sort of celebrity? She looked at the newcomer. But they all seemed so... Unhappy towards him. She looked back at the warriors. "What's wrong?"
Face switching to innocent curiosity with raised brows, she looked between Dirty and Rainy and Viny. Oh! And Muddy! Vixenkit hadn't even noticed them join! "He seems nice!"
"B-because," he says, the whites of his eyes flashing up at the stranger. "S-somebody..!" Crocus flinches when someone else steps into his face directly. And for a very brief moment the outsider considers dropping it and simply confronting this new cat. But that wouldn't due yet, he would at least work his way up to letting go of this charade. Over an extended period of time, less were likely to point any changes out to him.
And whatever made this all... easier, in the end.
"W-whoa," Crocus mews fearfully, reeling back from Vineglow fast. All he'd wanted to do was sit by this kitten. Poor kitten.
"I- I..." Another voice catches his attention and brown ears flick towards Mudsplash. Yellowish eyes jump to the tom. "Y-y-y-yes!" he cries out finally, choking on the abundance of grown cats surrounding him (and the kitten).
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