Sunset

[Silentclaw]

Silentclaw watched the sun setting from a vantage point. As soon as it set the sky on fire with its last few rays, he knew it was time. "All rouges come and gather for a meeting." He called, as soon as his paws had reached the edge of the rock he'd been resting on. He looked over the faces quickly, seeing if Thistle was there. "At this time, as day and night blend I call you to honor the one I've chose as Guardian and approve of her." He seemed to smile, though it was anything but comforting. "You know her as Thistle, and as the last rays of the sun disappear so will her rank of a simple rouge. From now until the day she becomes Protecter or Leader of the rouges, she will be known as Thistle the Guardian."

(I know it's a little late. i've been distracted as usual.)

[Sorrowheart]

Bone stalked around the area parting her mouth open and drawing in the scent of rogues, she smiled, this wouldbe a wonderful place for her to stay for a why, a new scar lay upon her face, going down her cheek, her fur now growing out again, her eyes flicked gently back and forth, she let out little mews as an alarm, they where high pitched but low, she was interested in this camp.