Sleetfoot's Arrival

[Wildstar]

The majestic black she-cat padded into view from the shelter of her den. Wildstar's ice-blue eyes gleamed in the light of the morning, and her whiskers twitched in amusement at the attitude of the MountainClan warrior.
"That's enough, Bluesky. Whoever this cat may be, he is a guest, and therefore should be treated respectfully." She looked at the pair without a hint of emotion, despite her mirth. "I would suggest that you go hunting Bluesky, but, it looks as though your companion already has," Wildstar smiled slightly as she looked at the rabbit dangling from the white tom's jaws.

[Sleetfoot]

Sleetfoot dipped his head respectfully to his pelt's opposite. He set the rabbit down before her and lifted his head again. "i am Sleetfoot, Deputy of IceClan in the High Lands, though i no longer hold the rank. I meant no disrespect to your Clan by hunting on territory i did not know was owned."

[Wildstar]

Wildstar nodded slightly. "A common mistake when our set boundaries are so new. You say you are from IceClan. I have not heard of your Clan, although we have not heard of any but our own. If you wish, you may stay with us until you decide to move ahead."

[Bluesky]

Bluesky snorted but nodded stiffly to her leader. It's true, though... She thought to herself, regarding the snowy-white cat with a demeaning stare. She sat back on her haunches and licked quickly at her chest fur, the cold didn't bug her that much, but her pelt was still ruffled from the run. She shifted her weight on her back legs, listening to the other two cats before her. She twitched her ear, and responded to Wildstar before Mr. Sleet could.

"My mother told me about them when I was still with her." She meowed, wrapping her long tail around her paws neatly. "She told me stories of their great reign on the ice-covered land." She flashed a look to the icy-blue eyes of the cat, before looking back to her leader. "Apparently this 'SunClan' or whatever allied with wolves - wolves - and murdered his clan." She lifted her tail from her paws to flick it at the cat, her voice nearly emotionless. She could feel sympathy inside her chest, and perhaps a bit more. Whatever... If any-cat had ever been able to thought-mutter, it was her.

[Wildstar]

Wildstar's eyes widened slightly, sympathy evident. She looked directly into the snow-warrior's eyes, the same icy blue as her own. ((Yes, Wildstar has ice-blue eyes. That's always been my character combo. Black pelt, blue eyes.)) "Perhaps you may need to stay a little longer with us, then. Although you may stay however long you wish."
The black she-cat turned her head to Bluesky. "You may go now." She would have suggested that Bluesky take the rabbit to the fresh-kill pile, but, such a gesture would be rude, especially when a foreigner's customs were concerned.

[Bluesky]

Bluesky looked away as Wildstar offered hospitality to the stranger. She nodded as her leader addressed her, though, and stood. She wasn't concerned at all with the customs of the white cat, and flicked her tail at him again and bent her head to grab it. Her tail slid over his as she walked away, smirking quietly to herself. She paused at the fresh-kill pile, dropping the rabbit and deciding to go for a much smaller, scrawnier mouse. The tough meat wasn't any good- but it was fun to gnaw on.

[Sleetfoot]

Sleetfoot dipped his head as he listened the Bluesky retell his story. "SunClan's followers, actually allied with the Bristled Ones and killed us all. Few survived. They went after my clan first because we where the strongest. i would assume they have moved on to SkyClan now." He took a breath. It was painful to think about his homelands and how dead every cat would soon be. "Thank you," He replied to the leader in regards to her invitation. He watched as the grey cat took the rabbit and left the den. "I am unsure of how long I will need to stay, but I will be gone before I am a nuisance."

[Willowfoot]

ooc: *wild attempt to catch up*
Um, I'm going to say that Willowkit and Bramblekit are newborn and don't do much. And since they exist, Stonepelt is missing. So, my main will be Flowertail...

[Willowfoot]

A young brown tabby queen's white ears twitched, as she smelled a foreigner behind her. A low hiss escaped her fangs, and she ordered her kits to stay where they were. Her grey eyes flashed like lightning in a storm. What was a rogue doing in the camp!?

She shot out of the almost-empty nursery, but then stopped short. The respected warrior Bluesky and the leader, Wildstar were interrogating a white warrior she had never seen before. After listening to some of their conversation and watching the IceClan deputy, she felt like she had just been clawed brutally in the face. This warrior was so strong, and he had been robbed of all that he stood for... his Clan. He reminded her so much of Stonepelt that she retreated to the opposite side of the Tallspire and held her face against the freezing stone.

After a short time, she pulled herself together and brought herself out into the open.

"Bluesky," she said, and then almost harshly, "What's going on?"

ooc: ... *Flowertail is unimportant. Hah.*

[Sleetfoot]

**I was kinda hopping that Bramblekit would come talk to him and that was one of the main reasons he stayed with MountainClan was cuz of him so...**

Sleetfoot's tail twitched as he saw another cat come out of yet another den. She was a beautiful tabby she-cat who smelled strongly of milk. Her pelt also had two other scents clinging to her and he guessed she had a few kits. he noted this fact then turned his attention to Wildstar. He let his rump rise off of the tone ground and dipped his head to her. "I will hunt for you and your Clan out of Gratitude." He turned and jumped from the den, passing the new she-cat, who seemed to be conversing with Bluesky.

[Willowfoot]

ooc: OH. I get it. *is slow*

ic:
The two kits watched their mother walk off with wide eyes. The smaller of the two, a little grey tabby, yawned and curled up to sleep. The older, however, could not keep himself entertained in the abandoned den, and let his curiosity get the better of him, and walked out with tottering steps.
He didn't speak very well yet, so he just wandered over to his mother, and mewed a short, "Mom?"

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Flowertail's ear twitched as the white tom passed her. She started when she heard her kit's mew. She turned to him, and meowed gently, "Not now, Bramblekit. Go and get your sleep." She nudged him in that direction, and Bramblekit set off to the nursery in quiet obedience. Before he disappeared through teh entrance, however, he looked at the strong white cat, wondering who he was.

[Bluesky]

Bluesky's ears twitched as she heard Flowertail behind her. She turned and saw the queen, looking confused and startled. She watched as the other she-cat nudged her oldest kit, Bramblekit, towards the nursery. She thought about her answer for a few more moments, then spoke slowly.

"I found him on the mountain hunting, and bought him here." She mewed shortly, then waited for the unavoidable questions.

((Veryyyyyy short but I'm being used as an rp slave so my muse is a bit dead. ._.))

[Willowfoot]

Flowertail hesitated, checked to make sure her kit had gone back into the nursery. Upon her gaze, he dashed inside. Any other cat would have asked why a rougue was brought into camp, but not this particular queen. She had been a rogue since kithood, and stayed that way for many moons until MountainClan came along, and Wildstar took her in as a confused adult.
Instead, she asked, "Did he say where he was from?"

[Bluesky]

Bluesky suddenly remembered Flowertail's past as a rogue, and gave a mental sigh of relief. She flicked her ears as a bit of snow fell on her head, moved by a cold wind. She fluffed up her thick coat an was warmed up immediately. She shrugged at the queen's question. "The deputy of IceClan, though the rest of the clan was torn apart by SunClan's followers and wolves." She frowned, wondering why anyone would want the cold hunting grounds. The thought that the wolf-taming clan may come to the mountains gave her an unwanted shiver of dread, and though she tried to flick off the though, it remained in her mind.

[Sleetfoot]

Sleetfoot caught the eye of a small tabby tom-kit and smiled, a twinkle of mischief in the white warriors eyes. But he dipped his head and stepped out into the cool breeze. He took a deep breath and looked out towards the white mountains. He cocked his head slightly and let his ears do the work. it was scarcely a second before he dashed off like a bolt of lightning towards a large bolder.

Once he was close, he leapt onto another rock and used the flat stones to keep from sending shock waves through the snow, alerting the prey. He mad his way to the spot he had picked out before, his eyes never leaving the patch of snow. Onc he stood on the rock over the soft patch he let his ears into action again. They twitched slightly and he heard nothing so he jumped, full force, claws out onto the patch, neatly ripping a fat mouse one foot below the snow.

Normally he would have buried the prey but he was close enough to camp that he turned and headed back. it had only been about five minutes sense he had left the camp and things where pretty much how he had left them. he trotted over to the meat-pile and set the mouse gently on top of the other food.