SkyClan | Dusk Syndicate Border

[Fawn]

Originally Posted by Duskflight

While he wasn't completely sure that his presence was at all calming for his friend, he liked to think so, or in the least bit he could be sure in his ability to keep his friend safe until they got back home. That he could be sure of. The questions he had asked Rabbitfluff weren't really at the top of his mind, currently he just wanted them to be back at camp where they were safe from whatever unseen danger that had left his short-tailed friend in the mental state that he was now. Something that could do that to a cat like Rabbitfluff? They were not to be messed with, so it was best to just get out of the firing range as soon as possible.

And if his friend was to answer his questions, he certainly didn't expect them to come right away and was in no way even thinking of rushing Rabbitfluff into answering, he never would. Grousestar was as patient a cat as ever when it came to the cats of his clan, and if it took an eternity for the answer to come to Rabbitfluff, then so be it, he would wait. The best way to help him now was to simply remain calm and sturdy, there wasn't much more that he could do for him, not in unfamiliar and hostile territory. Nodding his head and seeming to stand nearer as the tom pulled himself slowly up to his paws, he could feel his heart straining for his friend. How terribly he wanted to help Rabbitfluff in any way, just so that he wouldn't seem so.. So fragile like this. This wasn't how he normally was and it was terrifying to Grousestar. What had happened to his friend? The only thing that sort of eased his mind was the sound of pure gratefulness that radiated with the simple thank you, something not very often given by the smaller tom. A smile touched the leaders lip, but he said nothing more, there was no reason to point it out, not at a time like this. "Easy does it my friend." Murmured the leader as the other cat seemed to gain their footing, part of him half expecting the other tom to simply fall over.

"I believe you. Lets try to keep a descent pace, but if you have any trouble at all, please let me know. I.. I know I can get going kind of fast sometimes." Flattening his ears a moment in embarrassment, he would let his gaze nervously look over Rabbitfluff again for signs of injury before beginning the walk back home, going the shortest route there was back to Skyclan. He wanted to remain as close to Rabbitfluff's side as the tom would allow him, he felt that his presence might be able to reassure and calm the other cat, or at least he hoped as much and was surprised that, unlike usual, the tom didn't veer away talking about personal space. Half the time Grousestar forgets that cats have personal space, often times bumping into cats and what not, especially when he's excited but.. He couldn't help but notice the change in his friend, only heightening his weariness and worry for the warrior he escorted.

Silence fell now as the two cats began their journey back, nothing but the muffled nearly silent sound of their pawsteps and the echoing call of a bird. The fur along Grousestar's spine prickled uneasily and he wished nothing more than to be able to be back in the comforting territory of Skyclan. In fact, in just the short time since they began moving, he nearly forgot the questions he had asked Rabbitfluff, especially considering he didn't want to push the tom into answering. So when he heard the other cat's voice, he seemed slightly startled, his eyes blinking before his head turned to look over at him as he spoke, ears swiveling at the same time to focus solely on the warrior beside him. The 'who' he was referring to. A Dusk Syndicate member. Was he harassed? Assaulted? He doesn't seem to bear any outward injuries, but then again maybe they're internal. The leader's face seem to grow darker, the corners of his mouth turning down. This Syndicate is growing to be a real problem.
Quickly sweeping his thoughts away, he would focus on his friend with a nod, gently prompting him to continue if he wished, though offering no words, fearful it might put him off in some way and cause him to clam up. The leader's lips further turned down as he heard the hesitance and apprehension of recalling the events, what happened must have been horrendous.
At the name, Grousestar's ears perked up. Hannibal? I've.. Haven't I heard of that name?

There he was, standing there in Skyclan territory, him and Auroraflame confronting two Dusk Syndicate cats shortly after the clan had moved into their territory. One was a black cat with eyes like ice, narrow features and a cocky, infuriating personality and the other a dark grey cat with eyes like fire, features lithe, pristine in a way and a face like stone. They had introduced themselves, Onyx and Hannibal. They claimed that they had been the welcome party for the DS, murdering Skyclan cats mercilessly and without true reason. Hannibal... That was the tom.

Pupils narrowing, Grousestar flattened his ears. What had that tom done to his friend?
"He talked to you about your friends and family.. But.. How did he know about them Rabbitfluff? And what did he say about them? Whatever he said,
it.. It couldn't have been true." Despite his growing anger for the Syndicate, he wouldn't allow it into his voice. No, his voice was gentle, calm, reassuring. He wanted to know the answers to his questions, but wouldn't even think of intimidating Rabbitfluff into answering them.

"Hey, hey... No, nothing's your fault, whatever that monster said, it wasn't true. Give your mind a little rest Rabbit, you're... You're probably still in shock. We can talk more on the matter when we get back okay? But for now, take it easy. Just focus on walking right now, we'll be home, and safe,
before you know it. Trust me."
Deciding to cast his curiosity aside, he determined that Rabbitfluff's safety and mental well being held much more worth than a few answers to some questions. Those could wait.

With a shaky inhale, Rabbitfluff tried to stand a little straighter but ended up releasing the breath of air into a shuddering exhale, his frame seemingly crumbling around him along with his composure. This was going to take a while to recover from, and he realized he shouldn't expect Grousestar to hold his paw through the healing period - would he want that to begin with? Rabbitfluff dropped the thoughts, in no mood for introspection when he could hardly sort himself out in front of said friend. There were more pressing matters, the most important being getting back to SkyClan camp without being stopped, whether they were outsiders or Clan cats. He didn't want to see anyone. Rabbitfluff gave a simple nod in reply to Grousestar's murmur, still feeling out of his element here. It was so vulnerable, and he hated it with every inch of his being because he'd been raised to mask that emotion.

As Grousestar offered to slow down the pace for him if he couldn't keep up--a rather thoughtful gesture in his opinion, he was reminded of the tom's abundance of energy and a reminiscence flashed in the depths of his eyes. "You? Fast?" Rabbitfluff scoffed, voice cracking pathetically. An attempt to reconnect with himself, his usual demeanor, however it did nothing but make him more miserable. Luckily, Grousestar's presence continued to provide the comfort he needed right now, the reassurance they would be fine and reach the camp without issues. He didn't know what he would do from there but returning was half the battle; if he had to guess, there would be many moons of mental turmoil awaiting.

Grousestar's other reassurances had been lost on a panicked mind but he was certain he'd appreciate them later when left alone with his conflicting, intrusive thoughts. His points were valid, but Rabbitfluff couldn't think with reason when he was in a state of distress. "Perhaps you're unaware," impossible, "however I don't have a lot of friends in SkyClan," Rabbitfluff reminded Grousestar, trembling tone dropping to a hushed one, "and we do share a border with them." The paranoia-fueled implication of a SkyClan member, or even former clanmate, giving information to the Dusk Syndicate wasn't quite logical, but it was painfully reflective of how much Rabbitfluff trusted the cats he shared a den with every night.

It occurred to him that what he'd said had been a touch too forward considering who he was speaking to, and with all Grousestar had done for him… "I'm sorry," the words were foreign even to him, causing Rabbitfluff to pause in astonishment and wonder if he'd ever spoken them before. He murmured while trying to maintain an air of formality, "I.. I do believe I was out of line in ..suggesting that." He swallowed down the lump in his throat and raised his troubled eyes to meet Grousestar's for a mere moment, expecting anger or disappointment, but averted them quickly, relieved to see they were approaching the camp.

[Barnabas]

Originally Posted by Skjoldolfr

Ryker was surprised that such misfortune had fallen upon her, and, although he was normally envious of cats who had families, or at least part of a family, he was not envious if her. He had never known his, but that meant that he did not have to suffer losing them, as he undoubtedly would've either lost them to death or lost their trust in some way or another. He looked at Moonfang and dipped his head. “I'm sorry. . . .” Ryker truly was sorry, although it was up to her whether she believed him or not. The one eyed tom could understand completely if if she didn't believe him, although he hoped she did. But he was surprised by her question, and paused, not really sure how to answer that. “Maybe not, but I can't leave. If I did, they'd find me and . . . well . . . y'know.” he replied, slashing one paw across the ground, claws sheathed. “And really, right now, I'm needed there. It's not like I can leave anyways, cats rely upon me to gather the herbs that keep them alive. Sure, they're pretty violent, but they deserve to live as much as any other cat.” Ryker believed in second chances, and third and fourth and so on, and he couldn't change his views.

Horseradish nodded, his eyes shining with a dark, hidden emotion that Rainflower wouldn't find out about for many, many moons. Though how many were uncertain, he knew that it would be a long time. In a way, she bad never met him, just the act he put up to pull her in and trap her, a web of lies, if you will.

He liked her, she was kind, shy, and gullible. That made her perfect for his trick,
and she would get something out of it as well.

The large gray and white tom nodded, pausing to think. “We could hunt? Or just go for a walk?” he suggested, tipping his head to one side and putting on a goofy looking grin, his eyes gleaming playfully. He wandered if his feelings for her were true, but it didn't matter, he would leave her just as he left his previous mate.

Rainflower nodded her head slowly with part of a smile. "I don't think we should hunt here. just in case any one from our groups are kind of you know overprotective of their side of the border." replied Rainflower with a flick of her tail. The she-cat stood up and looked around.

Think of something to do! Think of something to do! Come one anything!

Rainflower instantly thought of something. "Yeah let's just go for a walk.
We can still make sure nobody catches us."meowed the Skyclan she-cat,
letting out an awkward purring/rumbling sound rising from her throat.

[doghouse]

Originally Posted by SpringtrapFNAF

Rainflower nodded her head slowly with part of a smile. "I don't think we should hunt here. just in case any one from our groups are kind of you know overprotective of their side of the border." replied Rainflower with a flick of her tail. The she-cat stood up and looked around.

Think of something to do! Think of something to do! Come one anything!

Rainflower instantly thought of something. "Yeah let's just go for a walk.
We can still make sure nobody catches us."meowed the Skyclan she-cat,
letting out an awkward purring/rumbling sound rising from her throat.

Horseradish tilted his head, then nodded. She did have a point, although he could think that of a way to steer past the problem, but he wouldn't say, because it wasn't important. He stood up, yawning and stretching, gripping his claws into the ground before standing and sheathing them. He blinked slowly at her, his greenish amber hues gleaming.

He dipped his head, giving her a slight grin. “That sound perfect.” he purred, the urge to cross the border and bump again her shoulder with his head in an act of affection, which was of course somewhat fake, but he still wanted to show her that he "cared" and make her believe it was true.

[Barnabas]

Originally Posted by Skjoldolfr

Horseradish tilted his head, then nodded. She did have a point, although he could think that of a way to steer past the problem, but he wouldn't say, because it wasn't important. He stood up, yawning and stretching, gripping his claws into the ground before standing and sheathing them. He blinked slowly at her, his greenish amber hues gleaming.

He dipped his head, giving her a slight grin. “That sound perfect.” he purred, the urge to cross the border and bump again her shoulder with his head in an act of affection, which was of course somewhat fake, but he still wanted to show her that he "cared" and make her believe it was true.

Rainflower felt what Horseradish was trying to do, making the she-cat look at him with a disapproving look."I'd be very careful around me. I've met many tom's like you. Do you think i'm gullible for anything? Well if you are I'm not." mewed the Skyclan molly, half purring. The she-cat gave Horseradish a hard stare with a teasing smile.

Rainflower turned around and looked for a place to walk to. "Let's go somewhere that's not near the Skyclan camp. My clanmate's would really think I'm a screw up if I showed a Dusk Syndicate cat where we made our camp at." Purred Rainflower.

[doghouse]

Originally Posted by SpringtrapFNAF

Rainflower felt what Horseradish was trying to do, making the she-cat look at him with a disapproving look."I'd be very careful around me. I've met many tom's like you. Do you think i'm gullible for anything? Well if you are I'm not." mewed the Skyclan molly, half purring. The she-cat gave Horseradish a hard stare with a teasing smile.

Rainflower turned around and looked for a place to walk to. "Let's go somewhere that's not near the Skyclan camp. My clanmate's would really think I'm a screw up if I showed a Dusk Syndicate cat where we made our camp at." Purred Rainflower.

“What?” Horseradish asked, genuinely confused.
He didn't understand what she was going on about, or what she thought he was doing. Then he caught her teasing smile and shook his head. “You got me.” he meowed, shaking his head in mock defeat. It wasn't every day a cat could get him like that, and that was something that made him know she was the perfect victim. He had to play her heart just right, be the gentleman she deserved, then leave her like it was nothing.

“If that happened, I'd say I was following you, or that I was forcing you to show me. Wouldn't want you to get in trouble now, would I?” he added, half teasing, half serious. That really was what he would do,but he was also teasing her about it. He dipped his head, waving his tail in a friendly gesture. “After you.”
[ @SpringtrapFNAF ]

[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by CandyFlossCat

"Ye-Yes" She replied, her form slumping slightly. Would she be sent back? She hoped not, this tom seemed so nice.. from what she'd seen anyways. She shuffled her paws, her ears flicking and her tail swaying as she clawed the earth and kept her gaze down and avoided eye-contact. She felt small and awkward, like a kit or young apprentice. Her stomach did flips as she did a tiny nod. Glad she wasn't at - say - ThunderClan, who shared boarders with ShadowClan.

She knew she was radiating fear - probably seeming weak - but she'd grown to hate the darkness and cold of her Clan. She shivered just thinking of it, then widened her eyes. "I-I'm making it sound worse than it is! It's not like another S-Syndicate or anything!" She squeaked.

Her eyes widened at the words, and she tilted her head. "I-I should?" She asked, wondering what SkyClan was like. She thought about the question, her ears slowly folding back. "B-Because I hated the darkness, and the cold, and it was more violent than the other Clans, in some ways..." she admitted, her eyes glued to her paws as she admitted why she had left. She sounded like a scardey-cat, but one as sensitive as her was bound to be scared off by the more hostile nature.

''What are you talking about?'' Robinstorm tilted his head for a moment. Whatever this she cat was talking about did not sound good to him. In fact, this...clan she was talking about didn't sound appealing at all. Robinstorm eyed her curiously, observing her physical attributes more than anything else. What was her name again?...Eveningmoon...why did she travel so far out here? She was a long way away from her other clan. Maybe, that's what she wanted to do. Just to get away from them.

''Well...I'm sorry to hear that---Eveningmoon, was it?'' He paused, just to reassure himself that it was her name. It was quite the pretty name he had to admit. And, she wasn't so bad of a looker either, but that was Robinstorm being silly. He didn't have time to admire another cat from a different clan--especially not a different clan. Even if this feline left her clan to take cover somewhere else. ''But, we can't help you. Skyclan does not like trespassers.'' He narrowed his eyes, though they appeared to soften up the slightest. For Robinstorm wasn't the tom be unkind, or aggressive like his brother would be. Robinstorm was the sweet brother, the understanding one, mostly.

''And, if it were anyone that caught you trailing her border...you'll be a goner.'' He says, admitting the truth. Across from Skyclan borders laid the Dusk syndicate. Those ruthless cats that had not a care in the world. That were proud and greedy--extremely skinny and ugly to him. As he pointed his tail across the border into the gloomy lands of the Dusk Syndicate, the tom told her, ''You should be lucky that I had found you before anyone else did. They don't think twice before killing anyone.'' Which was why they lost the war in the first place! Starclan was on the good side, Skyclan's side. This thought made Robinstorm happy. ''But, where were you plan on going? The forest would come to a dead end soon...you don't want to be caught by two-legs do you?'' He asked, his voice maintaining a serious tone--but there was a slight teasing in it as well.

[wickedvirtues]

Originally Posted by Constellation

''What are you talking about?'' Robinstorm tilted his head for a moment. Whatever this she cat was talking about did not sound good to him. In fact, this...clan she was talking about didn't sound appealing at all. Robinstorm eyed her curiously, observing her physical attributes more than anything else. What was her name again?...Eveningmoon...why did she travel so far out here? She was a long way away from her other clan. Maybe, that's what she wanted to do. Just to get away from them.

''Well...I'm sorry to hear that---Eveningmoon, was it?'' He paused, just to reassure himself that it was her name. It was quite the pretty name he had to admit. And, she wasn't so bad of a looker either, but that was Robinstorm being silly. He didn't have time to admire another cat from a different clan--especially not a different clan. Even if this feline left her clan to take cover somewhere else. ''But, we can't help you. Skyclan does not like trespassers.'' He narrowed his eyes, though they appeared to soften up the slightest. For Robinstorm wasn't the tom be unkind, or aggressive like his brother would be. Robinstorm was the sweet brother, the understanding one, mostly.

''And, if it were anyone that caught you trailing her border...you'll be a goner.'' He says, admitting the truth. Across from Skyclan borders laid the Dusk syndicate. Those ruthless cats that had not a care in the world. That were proud and greedy--extremely skinny and ugly to him. As he pointed his tail across the border into the gloomy lands of the Dusk Syndicate, the tom told her, ''You should be lucky that I had found you before anyone else did. They don't think twice before killing anyone.'' Which was why they lost the war in the first place! Starclan was on the good side, Skyclan's side. This thought made Robinstorm happy. ''But, where were you plan on going? The forest would come to a dead end soon...you don't want to be caught by two-legs do you?'' He asked, his voice maintaining a serious tone--but there was a slight teasing in it as well.

"My Clan. they live in the darker part of the forest, with all the frogs and stuff" her nose slightly crinkled "and it was cold.." Eveningmoon added, flicking her tail. The tortoiseshell felt silly, complaining so much, but it wasn't her fault she was born into that creepy place! Her parents were dead, wouldn't care, and she had no littermates, so why not leave and be happy? Opening her maw slightly to say that, she decided against some of it. "I have no family there, so I left to be happy." She declared finally. Her heart told her she'd forget this, but her mind didn't.

"I-It's fine, and yes." She replied, letting him know what was her correct name. He had a kindness to him, but she couldn't let herself fall into the pit of love. She had to move along soon, find a home far from ShadowClan, and the two-leg nests of course. The Syndicate and Clans near ShadowClan weren't options. Loner sounded nice, though. "Well in that case i'll be leaving soon." She chuckled, a hint of tease in her voice. It was different from her usual stutter, and she was even confused how it sounded confident and playful.

"I-I can defend myself!" She lied, the tone of 'nope, not true currently' in her mew as she lashed her tail. "And I know of the Syndicate, which is why my paws landed in your territory." She smirked, but stood and dipped her head. "I was thinking of being a loner, not many options other than kittypet outside the other three Clans." She mewed honestly with a shrug. "And no, I won't be caught by two-legs" she replied, the same slight tease in her voice. "Well, before I get my tail clawed off I should find some shelter elsewhere, nice to meet you." Eveningmoon purred, a genuine smile on her face faltering slightly with disappointment.

[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by CandyFlossCat

"My Clan. they live in the darker part of the forest, with all the frogs and stuff" her nose slightly crinkled "and it was cold.." Eveningmoon added, flicking her tail. The tortoiseshell felt silly, complaining so much, but it wasn't her fault she was born into that creepy place! Her parents were dead, wouldn't care, and she had no littermates, so why not leave and be happy? Opening her maw slightly to say that, she decided against some of it. "I have no family there, so I left to be happy." She declared finally. Her heart told her she'd forget this, but her mind didn't.

"I-It's fine, and yes." She replied, letting him know what was her correct name. He had a kindness to him, but she couldn't let herself fall into the pit of love. She had to move along soon, find a home far from ShadowClan, and the two-leg nests of course. The Syndicate and Clans near ShadowClan weren't options. Loner sounded nice, though. "Well in that case i'll be leaving soon." She chuckled, a hint of tease in her voice. It was different from her usual stutter, and she was even confused how it sounded confident and playful.

"I-I can defend myself!" She lied, the tone of 'nope, not true currently' in her mew as she lashed her tail. "And I know of the Syndicate, which is why my paws landed in your territory." She smirked, but stood and dipped her head. "I was thinking of being a loner, not many options other than kittypet outside the other three Clans." She mewed honestly with a shrug. "And no, I won't be caught by two-legs" she replied, the same slight tease in her voice. "Well, before I get my tail clawed off I should find some shelter elsewhere, nice to meet you." Eveningmoon purred, a genuine smile on her face faltering slightly with disappointment.

Robinstorm put his snout in the air as he listened to her. He took note of the temperature. A nice cool breeze, and the beginning of Newleaf had appeared. It was nice to be getting warmer temperate nowadays. ‘’Sounds like a place she cats like you shouldn’t be,’’ He snorted, his voice laced with amusements. This clan she was telling him about didn’t sound appealing. Eating frogs? How disgusting! Robinstorm preferred to stick to his birds where he can catch in the high trees. ‘’Frogs doesn’t sound too good.’’ He muttered.

As his eyes looked around the border just to make sure no one was paying attention to them. He didn’t want to be caught not chasing out a potential enemy to Skyclan. Yet, she looked defenseless. Scared out of her wits to him, and Robinstorm could do nothing, but stare at her. He prayed that Starclan kept her safe. She was such a pretty she cat, it would be a shame if something happened to her at such a young age.

‘’Maybe,’’ he started, thinking for a moment. He knew the borders were always guarded; protected. He knew that a couple cozy dens laid ahead in the far of the borders. Perhaps, she would be safe there, but he didn’t know. He assumed she would be. ‘’Are you sure you’ll be alright? Maybe, I can allow you to keep shelter here for a few days.’’ He leaned towards her, to whisper in her ear. Though, he knew she would have to make her decision quick.

Robinstorm was a very understanding tom. He hated to see others in trouble, or sad, or mad. He always tried to keep a happy for on everyone, but even that was hard. And, though she wasn’t from his clan, Robinstorm still felt that he needed to help her. He always helped every cat that passed him. He was an easy tom to approach and get to know. ‘’Sure, you can fend for yourself.’’ He rolled his eyes. ‘’I mean if you did, wouldn’t you still be in your clan fighting your battles instead of running from them?’’ He asked, tilting his head in a cockily manner.

‘’A loner sounds like a tough job for a she cat like you,’’ He admitted softly, but he didn’t want to question her decision. It was her life to live, and Robinstorm just wanted to help every chance he got. He knew being a loner meant fighting for your life--without any help from others. On top of that, being a loner was such a...lonely life. One that Robinstorm knew he wouldn’t be too happy to live. ‘’Though, my offer is still on the ground if you want to take it...unless you got this loner situation sorted out.’’ He shrugged, flicking her tail, and waiting for her answer.

[wickedvirtues]

Originally Posted by Constellation

Robinstorm put his snout in the air as he listened to her. He took note of the temperature. A nice cool breeze, and the beginning of Newleaf had appeared. It was nice to be getting warmer temperate nowadays. ‘’Sounds like a place she cats like you shouldn’t be,’’ He snorted, his voice laced with amusements. This clan she was telling him about didn’t sound appealing. Eating frogs? How disgusting! Robinstorm preferred to stick to his birds where he can catch in the high trees. ‘’Frogs doesn’t sound too good.’’ He muttered.

As his eyes looked around the border just to make sure no one was paying attention to them. He didn’t want to be caught not chasing out a potential enemy to Skyclan. Yet, she looked defenseless. Scared out of her wits to him, and Robinstorm could do nothing, but stare at her. He prayed that Starclan kept her safe. She was such a pretty she cat, it would be a shame if something happened to her at such a young age.

‘’Maybe,’’ he started, thinking for a moment. He knew the borders were always guarded; protected. He knew that a couple cozy dens laid ahead in the far of the borders. Perhaps, she would be safe there, but he didn’t know. He assumed she would be. ‘’Are you sure you’ll be alright? Maybe, I can allow you to keep shelter here for a few days.’’ He leaned towards her, to whisper in her ear. Though, he knew she would have to make her decision quick.

Robinstorm was a very understanding tom. He hated to see others in trouble, or sad, or mad. He always tried to keep a happy for on everyone, but even that was hard. And, though she wasn’t from his clan, Robinstorm still felt that he needed to help her. He always helped every cat that passed him. He was an easy tom to approach and get to know. ‘’Sure, you can fend for yourself.’’ He rolled his eyes. ‘’I mean if you did, wouldn’t you still be in your clan fighting your battles instead of running from them?’’ He asked, tilting his head in a cockily manner.

‘’A loner sounds like a tough job for a she cat like you,’’ He admitted softly, but he didn’t want to question her decision. It was her life to live, and Robinstorm just wanted to help every chance he got. He knew being a loner meant fighting for your life--without any help from others. On top of that, being a loner was such a...lonely life. One that Robinstorm knew he wouldn’t be too happy to live. ‘’Though, my offer is still on the ground if you want to take it...unless you got this loner situation sorted out.’’ He shrugged, flicking her tail, and waiting for her answer.

Shrugging, Eveningmoon casually licked the fluff on her chest. "It was an.. acquired taste." She replied, her form lax as she remembered it wasn't too bad, though oddly she always preferred mice or bird. She flicked her tail, her eyes glittering with amusement at his disgust. She felt more relaxed than she did with this tom. It was odd, not stuttering as much as she used to. Oh well, that was a good thing. Right? She snickered at what he muttered, but realized her Clan must not sound appealing. It wasn't like she cared, she wasn't part of them now! Eveningmoon shrugged slightly, she herself didn't like the texture, but the taste was fine to her. How was she thinking so much about frogs was what Eveningmoon found amusing also. Giggling under her breath at the untold thoughts, she forced herself to become a bit more serious.

Eveningmoon hoped she wouldn't be chased off by someone crueler than Robinstorm. She didn't have the sharpest claws or teeth, and (I'm just gonna say this because) lacked proper battle skills due to her mentors beliefs. That she-cats couldn't fight. She shivered at the thought of laying around in the nursery, then moving into the habit of hunting and fighting for her Clan when her friend convinced her. It'd been odd at first, but kept her stomach full for her journey.

She widened her eyes. "A-Are you sure? I wouldn't want you to get in trouble just because of me!" She asked, shock in her voice. She'd never been offered anything like that, and she flicked her tail. She truly didn't want Robinstorm to be punished because she was weak. Eveningmoon's thoughts continued in a paranoid rant for awhile before she calmed herself down. She had a habit of overthinking things, causing her to panic over things that would likely never happen in reality.

Forcing her fur to lie flat, she replied to the comment with a cool tone, the opposite of what she felt. "I've fought them for moons and nothing ever changes." She replied, her pelt still flat as she made sure she didn't sound angry. She wasn't exactly, but she did feel weak rushing away from her Clan like a coward. That's what an angry kit or apprentice would do. But pushing aside the thoughts that said to return, she held her ground.

What he said was true. She'd have to avoid Clan or Syndicate territory, fend for herself with nobody to battle along side her. Hunt for herself, find shelter. She tensed slightly. What if a fox came? Or a badger? Or even two-legs or a huge bird?! Eveningmoon shivered, the threats overwhelming the positives in her mind. "Well.. if I won't get you in a lot of trouble, I accept." She replied.

[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by CandyFlossCat

Shrugging, Eveningmoon casually licked the fluff on her chest. "It was an.. acquired taste." She replied, her form lax as she remembered it wasn't too bad, though oddly she always preferred mice or bird. She flicked her tail, her eyes glittering with amusement at his disgust. She felt more relaxed than she did with this tom. It was odd, not stuttering as much as she used to. Oh well, that was a good thing. Right? She snickered at what he muttered, but realized her Clan must not sound appealing. It wasn't like she cared, she wasn't part of them now! Eveningmoon shrugged slightly, she herself didn't like the texture, but the taste was fine to her. How was she thinking so much about frogs was what Eveningmoon found amusing also. Giggling under her breath at the untold thoughts, she forced herself to become a bit more serious.

Eveningmoon hoped she wouldn't be chased off by someone crueler than Robinstorm. She didn't have the sharpest claws or teeth, and (I'm just gonna say this because) lacked proper battle skills due to her mentors beliefs. That she-cats couldn't fight. She shivered at the thought of laying around in the nursery, then moving into the habit of hunting and fighting for her Clan when her friend convinced her. It'd been odd at first, but kept her stomach full for her journey.

She widened her eyes. "A-Are you sure? I wouldn't want you to get in trouble just because of me!" She asked, shock in her voice. She'd never been offered anything like that, and she flicked her tail. She truly didn't want Robinstorm to be punished because she was weak. Eveningmoon's thoughts continued in a paranoid rant for awhile before she calmed herself down. She had a habit of overthinking things, causing her to panic over things that would likely never happen in reality.

Forcing her fur to lie flat, she replied to the comment with a cool tone, the opposite of what she felt. "I've fought them for moons and nothing ever changes." She replied, her pelt still flat as she made sure she didn't sound angry. She wasn't exactly, but she did feel weak rushing away from her Clan like a coward. That's what an angry kit or apprentice would do. But pushing aside the thoughts that said to return, she held her ground.

What he said was true. She'd have to avoid Clan or Syndicate territory, fend for herself with nobody to battle along side her. Hunt for herself, find shelter. She tensed slightly. What if a fox came? Or a badger? Or even two-legs or a huge bird?! Eveningmoon shivered, the threats overwhelming the positives in her mind. "Well.. if I won't get you in a lot of trouble, I accept." She replied.

As Robinstorm listened to her speak, the tom was absolutely positive that he wanted to help her. After all, helping was what he done best. He never wanted to leave someone in need. Oh no, Robinstorm was not that type of tom. His tail flicked as he looked behind him once--just to make sure there were no listenin ears or watchful eyes gleaming at them. Robinstorm knew he would get in trouble for doing such a thing, but he was a nice tom. He didn't want her to suffer. He knew how harsh being a loner was, but she chose to become one, so he was simply helping her along her way.

"Don't worry," he smiled softly down at her, getting up. The sun was going down soon, and he knew this because the sunset was reflecting on his pelt. It made him look much darker than he was, but he was not the pitch black cat that his brother was. "I won't get in trouble. As long as anyone don't find is," he snickered. It was a funny thought to him, but he pushed it aside. His job was to help this feline in need, so he took cautious steps towards her.

"Well, I'm glad you got out of there. It doesn't sound like a great place to be." He told her, his whiskers quivering. Every warrior deserved to know how to fight. After all, it meant defense, but this mentor of hers sounded very conflicted. Like they were judgmental to the opposite gender. Robinstorm shook his head. Never in Skyclan did he experienced anything like that. "It's not that far from here, actually. Just a few ways away. If you're up for the journey...Eveningmoon." He flickered his eyes to look at the pretty feline. He stared at her, longer than he intended and he shook his head to get rid of unwanted thoughts. He knew it was wrong to help another clan cat. One that was in a different clan than his own, but that was only a code rule. He was an individual. And, this individual liked to help others.

He began walking, making sure that she was following. As the sun continued to set, he knew that it would be easier to reach their destination through the night. No one would be able to make out their dark pelts. The tom continued trending lightly. "Please avoid sticks or anything that makes noise. We don't want those cats hounding us, alright?" He glanced quickly towards her, hoping that she would understand what he was saying.

Their destination was ahead of them. A small cave like den that was perfect to sleep in for the night.