Returning. (All Rogues Post at least once.)

[Silentclaw]

Silentclaw walked into camp, carrying a freshly killed hare. He glanced aound, waiting to see any reaction from those cats still here. He'd been gone for a little over a moon, and hadn't even said where he was going. The camp wasn't looking great, but it wasn't in a horrible state. At least they're maintaining it.... Silentclaw thoguht to himself. He placed the hare in the fresh-kill pile, and went straight to the large stone that rogue leaders used to make announcments on. "All rouges come and gather for a meeting." he bellowed across the camp, wondering how many would actually answer the call."

[Burningwing]

[glow=teal,2,300]Wolf was sitting across the clearing, tearing hungrily into a hare when he heard a familiar yowl sound off on the large stone. Ears pricked with interest, he stumbled to his paws and made his way across the clearing along with the other rogues. Maybe he was going to become an apprentice, though he highly doubted it. If he was going to become an apprentice, Rain would probably too, and he hadn't seen hide or hair of her for a while. Since he was one of the first members to gather, he got to sit not far away form the large stone, gazing up Silentclaw with searching yellow maroon eyes. His tail coiled around his sleek, marbled tabby pelt and his claws dug impatiently into the soil, how long was it going to take for every one to get over here? They were delaying whatever it was![/glow]


Another cat was staring curiously from further back. Luckykits tail wriggled with excitement and his whisker twitched with anxiousness. He also dreamed to become an apprentice, maybe it would rid he of his name! He didn't enjoy being called a name similar to a clan cats, though he didn't complain, or he may have gotten a swipe over the ear. Tabby pelt bristling, he stared up with wide, orange orbs.

[Meerful]

Sin sauntered slowly to where Silentclaw was. He wasn't sure what Silentclaw wanted, but Sin knew he didn't want to have to do some mindless task. His claws flexed angrily. He was ready for a fight, but after the fight he'd rather go look for pretty she- cats. Sin sat down, wrapping his tail around himself. What did Silentclaw want now?

[Nightfur and Co.]

Thorn yawned, his jaws parting to show sharp fangs. He had been pressed to keep in better shape--no more lazing around for him, not with three kits and a demanding mate. He looked around for the reason he had been woken up, and saw Thistle creep out.

He followed and his jaw dropped. Silentclaw was back! He watched his friend almost run to the large rock and sit directly underneath it, swaying her tail back and forth. Slower, and less excited, Thorn took his seat next to her. He could tell she was happy; being Guardian had been tough for her, but she reveled in it. She was just glad their leader was back, like any loyal rogue would be.

[Silentclaw]

Silentclaw took note of how many familiar faces there were in the crowd and how small it seemed. He mentally shrugged, hoping that more would come later. "I have returned from my little trip out of clan controled territory. Now that I have returned, I hope to take over the reconstruction and rebuilding of the camp. We need to also stock up on supplies and make a few kits into apprentices. I'd also like to thank the Protector and Guardian for the wonderful job they've been doing so far." He paused for a moment, carefully searching the expression of each cat to see their reaction.

[Meerful]

Sin smiled, no, he beamed. Finally something was being done about camp, they were getting more rogues to help with the fights, and more roguesto be trained to fight. Inside, Sin was glad Silentclaw was back. Outside? Well, let's just say he looked... Stoic, besides the smile on his face which vanished momentarily.

[SPRiNKL3, , =]]

//Sorry if this offends you Silentclaw, but it just is the way Savannah is.... sorry, and anyway, Savannah is a big drama queen, and is becoming a bigger//

[glow=navy,2,300]A spotted rogue moved swiftly in the shadows. Her eyes hardened as if stone. Her ears flicked. A slight hiss was let out of her mouth, her mouth barely parted, but open enough to see her gleaming sharp white teeth poke out. Why did he leave... why didn't he tell me or Thistle that he was leaving... but no... he had to go disappear to no where. She hissed again, her eyes unhardened, but still remained an sharp icey blue, the original color of sea blue disappeared into no where. Her sillhoutte stayed dark as she moved her paws to the small group of cats gathering under the stone. Her chest was heaving with anger. She was going to lose her temper, Savannahheart felt that it was going to be let out as a wild badger, and it would be hard to tame once again. She knew what was going to happen. It had happened with Darkfur, it happened with her siblings, before they disappeared, died, or ran away. She knew that she had lost her temper with her sister and her brother. She ran away the next couple of days. She hadn't seen her brother, nor sister ever since. She felt a small guilt switch flipping inside of her, but ignored it, by telling herself that that's what anyone would of done. Her mother, Pasquala was killed brutally. Her aunt, Molly, a evil kittypet, sold Savannahheart, her sister, and her brother to the group that Savannahheart's father belonged to, to keep her own life, and to be rewarded. Her father was killed next. He was an evil peice of fox dung, and he wasn't afraid of death. They didn't know why. The leader of the group maimed her sister on purpose. She lost her temper with them... and now they were gone. Darkfur was making Savannahheart mad. He had gone and messed with a kittypet and had kits. The mother's name was Smoke. It reminded her to much of what her father did. Savannahheart never had beleived in love. SHe was blinded, and didn't even know the night she had a fight with him, if it was real love, or what. She didn't know he was going to die at Nightsprit's paws with the very same argument, that day. SHe never mentioned , and it had made her guilt switch even bigger, but she had a feeling nothing bad like death, would happen to Silentclaw in the next couple moons. She had a gut feeling about it. She couldn't contol her temper, it was going to come out.




Savannahheart felt her stomach flip. She was angry at Silentclaw. "Why did you leave? Did you go visit her precious clan, ShadowClan, or was it just to get away?!" Savannahheart walked out of the shadows, the burst of sunlight made her coat shine, her eyes sparkled. As she walked, her muscles rippled, her stomach had another cramp, but she ignored it, and acted as if she didn't feel any thing at all. Making a big show of walking out of the shadows. She walked straight over to her mate, Thorn. Her face "Did you know if you were going to be leader, you should... ummm.... I don't know.... tell somebody maybe so they don't know and so they didn't think you went out and killed yourself or something?" Savannahheart was angry, and she didn't mean it that hard. SHe was just stressed. She was thinking about leaving, she was angry at the world at this moment, because it was its fall of the pain, it was its fault... it was StarClan's fault.




Although many rogues don't beleive in StarClan, Savannahheart did. She has had strange dreams, and she had seen enough to beleive in something that was beyond them. She hoped that her mother, Pasquala went there, atleast she hoped, and she hoped Darkfur went there, after all, they both died doing brave things. They both died protecting their kits from danger.




"So what is your excuse?!"[/glow]

[Nightfur and Co.]

[glow=red,2,300]Thorn stood as his mate appeared. He knew that look in her eyes; she was in a temper about something. He listened to her with a heavy heart, walked over to stand beside her. Like everyone else, he had wondered where their leader had gone off to--but he had nevered questioned it. Thistle and Savvanah had done a wonderful job with the camp and organization, everyone knew that.

"What is your excuse?" he heard Savvanahheart say. He shook his grey tabby head.

"Savvanah," he murmured, pressing himself against her soft fur. "Please, don't fight with him. You know he can fight you to the death, and he will. Please," he mewed softy.

Hope came out of the nursery to sit beside her brother, Luckykit. She swiveled her head around to glance at her mother, her father, and then her Aunt Thistle. Aunt Thistle looked mad at Savvanahheart. Hope knew that her aunt respected Silentclaw greatly, and hated those who stood up to him. Lastly, she stared up at Silentclaw. SHe couldn't see what he was thinking at all.

"What's going on, Luckykit?" she meowed quietly.[/glow]

[Silentclaw]

(Actually, I think it's good that someone knock Silent off his high horse from time to time...)

Silentclaw stood still as stone, his expression revealing none of his thoughts. He could tell that Savannahheart was hurt by his sudden and unexplained disappearance. It would be a lie to say that it didn't surprise him. She had always seemed as unmovable and unshakable as - he searched his mind for a proper analogy. One came to mind, with a bitter memory. As unmovable and unshakable as Starclan. Use me, than throw me aside... I'll make sure they'll regret it, he thought to both Starclan and himself bitterly. He didn't truly believe that, but it wouldn't stop him from thinking, no hoping, it would be true. For now he would address the questions Savannah posed him.
"I was searching for the answer to a question I have posed to the heavens many times. Why? Why is this happening, what did we do wrong and why were we made to do it? Why does it seem that they won't even try for us, won't try to save us from a fate we didn't ask for, why won't they help make the burden any easier to bear. I have looked long and hard for answers, for a place to ask them these questions and finally receive some answers."
"In all my wanderings, I never found a place to ask and be answered, a place where I could be told why. I thought of nothing else for a long time... until I began to dream of this place. I realized than, what I should have realized a long time ago. That I may never have the answers, but that it didn't mater, because I can help others find one. I remembered our life here, in this place, how hard it was and that it shouldn't have to be so hard. That we shouldn't have to fight clan cats for every bit of fresh kill we can lay our claws on. That I owe it to all the rogues here to find us a place that will be a home where we can survive and grow old without having to fight to the death over every little bit of space." Silentclaw paused, letting his words sink in for a moment, and to take a breath.
"That's when I came back, to the one last place I can call home in this world. I came to payback what I owe, and I intend to do that." He would wait to see if Savannahheart would accept this, or if he should get ready for a fight. Dark amber eyes watched her closely, still giving away no emotion.

[Savannah&Faith]

[glow=black,3,300]Faith padded into camp. She had just got done with exploring... again. Opps... The tall kit shivered slightly, she had not expected that Silentclaw, the leader of the rogues, would of returned in that time. She snuck in, keeping low, heading for the direction of the nursrey. She stepped on a twig, snapping it immediatly, the loud crackle echoed in Faith's ears as she straightened. The few heads that turned her way, she hissed furiously at them as snarled, "What?" Her voice was strong, her eyes were straight as she went to sit by the nearest kit, making a big scene of stomping over to him. It ended the nearest kits were Wolf and her brother Luckykit. Her pelt gleamed with fresh and dusty specks of dirt, which dotted and sparkled her entire pelt, she shook slightly. A few dust clouds with realized into the open air. She coughed, but low enough so no one would hear her. Faith hated when people heard her paying attention to pain, or annoyance. She couldn't stand the confident grins or snarls that anyone painted on their faces when she lost, or she was wheezing, or when she was in pain because they were holding a higher prority over her, and that priority was power. Faith couldn't stand anyone having a higher position of leadership over her head, in fact, she hated not being in charge, it felt, different, odd, bad, she felt bad about herself. So she like to keep the power, and act as if, there was no Silentclaw, no Thorn or Savannahheart, or Thistle, because she was in charge, and she was great at commanding others. She was good at making others do her bidding. She was destined for something special. SHe could tell, or she just was way to cocky about herself, and her power in fighting, her swiftness, or she was just overconfident.[/glow]


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[glow=navy,2,300]
Savannahheart was still curious, her fur prickled in all directions as she gazed up at Silentclaw with those pointy icey blue eyes. "Who are these.... them and why are you so obsessed with this pace. Why do you do this complicated stuff. THere are a ton of new leader, these leader are inexperienced with power, like for example, the newest of them ar Dogstar, Wingstar, and Dragonstar! They are weak, still healing by the battle, but we are weaker, because of hour struggling number of loyalist. We have an exceeding number of kits though. THere are; Wolf, Oak, Faith, Hope, Luckykiy, Silver, War, Flame, Orbs, Rain, and THistle is about ready to have kits, no one knows where the father went! THe nursrey is full, the apprentice den isn't even being used, and everyone is frustrated. You had no right to leave, like that, when we needed a leader the most. We needed someone SIlentclaw, and right when we were struggling with wounds you leave, and you choose to come back when the who struggle is over, and you have nothing to do! You left your position for dreams!!?? Your stupid dreams that were so important, that you couldn't tell anyone, NO ONE, that you were leaving for how long??? I lost track!"


Savannahheart knew that her mate Thorn's best friend, Thistle, was inflicting emotion of drama and rage inside of her head because she honored Silentclaw's choices. Thorn wasn't close to aggresive, and Blaze wasn't here yet. No one could back her oppiunion, her own voice up.


She sat down, her back straight, her legs arched at in angle so her paws were facing the heavy stone that Silentclaw, the powerful, muscular, emotionless leader of the rogues now sat. Her face was sturdy and still. It realized anger and frustration. Her eyes were as sharp as her words. The hair on her shoulder stood smooth, and carefully traced over each curve of her musclar shoulders, leading to her thin looking ribs, around her arched legs, and on to the tip of her long black and light ginger colored tail. Her white chest lead to her white underbelly, being fully exposed, and showed no signs of pain. Her yeilding claws that she willed to sheath, would not stay sheathed for long. Savannahheart knew it coming from the pit of her gut. Her long legs stood their ground still sitting. WIth the tip of her tail she willed away Thorn's warning by touching him with her tail, and sliding it across his shoulder, and then leading it back to its position in the air, hanging straightly, and weaving back and forth in figure eights around the air just above her head.


If Silentclaw chose to fight to the death, she was ready... Savannahheart was ready.[/glow]

[~B*l*a*z*e~]

[glow=black,2,500]Blaze came running in. SHe had just woken up from her long and deep sleep nap when she heard Savannahheart, her old mentor, screaming. As soon as she saw Phantom she gasped. SHe hadn't been paying attention for along time, for her sleeping. Had Savannahheart picked a fight with Silentclaw?[/glow]

[Silentclaw]

(It's getting harder and harder to respond to this....)

Silentclaw forced all expression from his face, though it was getting harder. He lept down from the stone, to stare Svannahheart in the face. He spoke calmly and quietly, yet there tension in his voice that hadn't been there before. "I've traveled for a long times, and l know about more than dreams now. I've seen and learned much, and I have heard many rumors. One of which is that there is something coming here, an enemy like no other this forest has seen yet. I don't know what it is, not yet, but things are going to change. I have a plan to get us a home here, and to keep it after these invaders come. All I need is your trust. If you choose never to allow that, than say so now. Challenge me for leadership, and face this coming threat on your own. However, this coming war is not something that can be won through mere brute force or by numbers. It will no longer be a choice of conquest, but of survival. If you think you can win that without the knowledge I've gained, than do your worst. If you have a shred of doubt, than but your trust in the fact I will never abandon you again, not until this coming battle is over." His eyes were a light blue now, prepared for a fight if Savannahheart choose to start one.

[Burningwing]

Rain sauntered out of the entrance, face emotionless as she heard Silentclaw's voice ringing out over the clearing. A hiss of annoyance came from her lips. Maybe he was finally going to make her an apprentice. Wolf? She didn't care about that whining baby. She could even become a warrior by now, but she was still stuck being a kit, though she refused to sleep in the nursery, and even when it stormed she slept out in the rain, her beautiful silver bengal pelt matted down and chilling cold freezing her through. She was tired of this, and she wanted to become an apprentice, now. Staring up at Silentclaw, she let out a yowl to get every one's attention. " Look here, Silentclaw. " she meowed with a frown on her wedge shaped face. " I've been a kit to long, I'm even old enough to become a warrior!. When will you finally make us apprentices? We can't even fit in nursery for how many cats are in there, not to mention, many of them like me need room, cause were warrior-aged, and sized now. If your going to leave, the least you could do is get us out, of the stinking NUSERY!" She ended her short speech with a loud caterwaul, glaring around at the other cats as if daring them to object to her, as her lashing tail flicked particles of dust in all directions.

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Luckykit cowered as he noticed Faith, his larger, meaner sister sitting beside him. She always taunted him about his voice, how small he was, and how he would never become a warrior. " Hullo, Faith." He mewed strongly, but quivering, hoping that maybe, she wouldn't tackle him. [/center][/size]

[Shadowflower]

Moonspark stalked into camp, tail lashing. "What's goin' on?" She hissed, angrily. She was in a bad mood, she hadn't caught any prey all day, and she was starving.