WarriorCats (Forest Home)

[Alexander]

The kit giggled softly, readying herself with a little wiggle and jumping high in the air, landing right on his tail. She quickly grasped onto it, nibbling and gnawing on it while getting tangled up in the fur, as if attempting to kill the evil kitty cat's tail.

[Alias]

Great StarClan, amazing how much you all get through while I'm asleep e-e.
Uhh... So... I'll just randomly appear somewhere.

Talla sat in the middle of the camp, grooming herself. She couldn't find anyone to talk to, so she looked up and started studying the clouds. She curled her tail around her paws, then spotted Brambleclaw in the corner of her eye. She gave him a look. She didn't yet know what to make of the dark tabby tom. They looked alike, of course, they were kin. They were both related to Tigerstar, and she assumed he must have found it hard to fit in. Talla found no trouble fitting in. She could do it as easily as blending into the trees. She spotted Littlekit playing around and chuckled, trotting up to her in an almost shy manner, tilting her head and smiling sweetly.

[StarWolf]

(( .... Yeesh, you guys do move through this thing fast. Though that is kind of hypocritical of me to say since I am just as active. 8D Also, Alias, I just noticed that Talla and my 2 characters are sort-of related. o3o Sorry if that wasn't what you had planned.. ^.^;))

Cedarleaf froze, just outside the warrior's den. Did I hear them right? He turned around quickly, wincing slightly as he twisted his injured shoulder just a tad too much. "Kin, did they-"
"No no brother, no thoughts of Snake right now. He's dead, yes?" Springsand's voice cut off her brother's and she urged him forward with a forceful push.
"We don't know if he's dead, Kin. What if he's in the forest right now? Then I-"
"Brother, as your well-respected clanmate, I insist that you lie down and go to sleep. If you don't, then I will just have to sit on you until you do." This time, the she-cat's words were accompanied with a glare. The tom felt himself deflate at her words, knowing it was pointless to argue when he was tired. "Besides, Snake isn't the least used name... it could just be a coinidence."
Cedarleaf huffed before making his way through the den, reaching the nest he had claimed that was next to his mentor. His sister followed right behind, unsure of where she should settle down. There wasn't a scent on the other side of Cedarleaf's nest, and after a brief hesitant moment, she curled up. "If you cuddle up to me again, I will kick you into Raven's nest." She muttered. As much as she loved her brother's adorable sleeping habits, he was also a walking heat-radiator, and the den was warm enough for her compared to the outside. She ignored her brother's glare as he curled up next to her, their fur barely brushing. Silence ensued, until Cedarleaf was struck with a though involving a certain tabby-cat in the camp.
"Hey, Kin? Remember that dark brown tabby cat we saw earlier?"
"The one that made you have a memory lapse?" She responded after a moment.
"Yes, him... do you think he could be related to Snake?" This caused his sister to look over her shoulder, eye's sparkling with curiosity.
"Well, maybe... but if they are then they probably don't know eachother. Father only ever told stories about battles, but he was never in one of them."
"Maybe..." He murmered sullenly. For a moment, he had been almost happy that he could be related to a clancat- it would make him and his sister more than just outsiders.
"Go to sleep already." The she-cat sighed, giving her brother's ear a quick lick. The sun was probably setting by now, and they both needed to rest after the battle.

EDIT: (( just a sidenote, the cat that Cedar is questioning about would be Brambleclaw, just in case you guys didn't read my super-long-post with the memory lapse... X3 ))

[Ayashe]

Ravenfeather feels tiny pinpricks like thorns dig into his tail and he's up and on his paws in a flash. With a startled yelp, Ravenfeather darts away and does a u-turn to look at his attacker, fur bristling in a line alone his back and amber eyes wide. Dawnpaw is on her back, paws clutching at her midsection, a trill of laughter sounding from her muzzle. Ravenfeather watches her for a second, trying to put it all together, then he notices Littlekit standing there where he had been sitting. He sits down and sighs, an embarrassed scowl on his face. The tom continues to listen to Dawnpaw, hysterically laughing, and can't force a smile away. "You're gonna get Littlekit into some serious trouble, I just know it." He tries to keep his meow firm, but a purr is rising in his throat. He shakes his head and sighs.

[LunaWolf]

Mink gives a soft yawn, pearly white needles contrasting against his pink maw. He was beginning to grow slightly drowsy now that the adrenaline from the battle had worn off... He shook his head, he didn't want to fall asleep while there was still work to be done. He scanned the area once again, maybe he could assist one of the other rogues in locating stragglers... He paused and furrowed his brow, eyes settling on a black-pelted cat near the kit he had noticed earlier. He twitched an ear in confusion; his brain was scrambling wildly trying to remember something... something to do with this cat, but continued drawing a blank. He intensified his stare, black orbs boring into the other cat as he studied every detail in an attempt to recall the hidden memory. Was this other cat somehow connected to the time in his youth that he could no longer remember?

[Alexander]

The small kit glanced at the tom as he fled, at first laughing with Dawnpaw, bits of his fur on her face. The look on the evil kitty's face made her instantly shut down, however, her big eyes watering as she stared at the big kitty, begging for forgiveness.
(Either gonna edit in my part after shower or see if someone else posts when I'm done.)

[StarWolf]

Springsand moved slightly, shifting her body away from her brother who was already starting to curl towards her. She snorted softly in amusmant before crawling out of the den for a quick stretch; she wasn't ready to sleep just yet. She looked around before spotting the dark angelic tom from earlier, and her ears pricked with interest.
I wonder if what they said about Snake is the same one that fathered me...
Without further thoughts, she briskly trotted towards the amber eyed tom before sternly staring him in the eye. "Hey, you-" She said boldy, demanding a response. "I heard you say something about a cat named Snake. Tell me, where's he from?"

[Alexander]

The Tom noticed the she-cat of which thought he was an angel earlier. His muzzle twitched nervously. He stared into her eyes for a moment, the gaze breaking as soon as he blinked. His mouth opened, hesitation making him breathe out, confusion breaking into him. What a weird cat. "He speaks little of himself, but as soon as he mentioned something about battles or wars, I forget which, I simply let him join us. He forever hates the name Snake, and lashes out at everyone whom calls him such a name. I wonder why, but, you know, I don't care much for that kind of stuff." he paused, letting Springsand have the time to say something. He wanted to tell her something, that of which was most likely useless, however the need to tell her was obvious. Betel's ear flicked, mouth tightly held closed. He began to feel dizzy again, and ears a little hot, however he decided it was injuries and just went with that.

[StarWolf]

Springsand gulped, memories threatening to overcome her. Don't lose it, not yet. Wait it out, Kin... She thought to herself, willing herself not be overcome with emotion. "Could you... give him a message for me?" She said quietly. "Ask him... Ask him if the names Kin, Nik, or Yin mean anything to him- anything at all? It's... rather important. To me, at least." She paused. "What does he go by nowadays?"

[Ayashe]

Ravenfeather was helpless. There was no weapon in the whole world stronger than the one Littlekit was using on him now. He blinks at her expression and bites his tongue, praying to StarClan he hadn't upset her. The black tom leans down towards her, his purr stronger than ever. "You're fine, Littlekit. No harm done." As if to prove this, he waves his tail behind him. Fully functional. "You're not the first to attack my tail, y'know," he purrs.
Suddenly he feels something...odd. Like a sixth sense, silently sending his mind a warning. His gaze shifts to focus on a dark cat with sharp, black eyes sitting near the edge of camp, silently watching him. At first he's afraid, and something cold and icy pricks along his spine. He shivers involuntarily. However, as he stares back at the shadow, he feels there is something almost familiar about him. Had he known the feeling was mutual, Ravenfeather might have scrounged up the courage to go talk to the stranger, but he remains still.

[Alexander]

The kit, with pure innocence in her eyes gazes up at the big fat meany kitty. She blinks at him, feeling his purr rumble through her. Maybe he wasn't so evil after all? The kit's overall mood quickly changed to happiness, wiggling (attempting to purr/nuzzle) next to him. She pawed off some hair from her face, then gently tried to push them back into the big fat kitty's tail.

Betel blinked at her with complete confusion. "Kin, Nik, and Yin.." He repeated to himself under his breath to attempt to remember three simple names. "Er.." The tom leaned in eerily close to her ear, leaning more than he should as the pain of his injuries began to sting, however the need to whisper it was very clear. The gentle breath just enough for her sensitive ears to catch the name, hopefully. "Snakeskin." The tom whispered as softly as he could, eyes averting to catch anyone else to see if they may have heard. He takes a moment to relax, remembering the thing he wanted to say in his head. "You know.." He attempted to start a conversation, hoping to kind of break off the eerie mischief in the air. "I've frequently noticed your tactical skills at fighting. If you weren't part of this clan, I'd say you'd be a great member of our group." He said, almost softly, like he was nearly out of breath. His front paws moved about nervously for a second, but he quickly stopped, catching his body showing his nervous mood. His ears stayed up high, muscles tensed.

[LunaWolf]

Try as he might, Mink was simply unable to pinpoint the cause of the familiarity he was feeling. No, simply staring would not cause his memories to come flooding back. He sighed internally, before realizing that the cat was now staring back in his direction. He considered averting his gaze as a feeling of embarrassment came over him, but instead held his gave and paused to think. The charcoal-colored feline weighed his options in his head. Continuing to stare like this probably wouldn't get anything done, and if he simply dropped it and left it be he would probably be puzzling over it for weeks. Was it worth approaching the other, though? He couldn't recall speaking a single word to anyone in a very, very long time; no doubt his social skills were horribly rusted. Was there another option, though? He inhaled sharply and made an almost pained face for a brief moment, before rising to his feet and walking towards the other hesitantly. As he approached the other feline he wracked his brain. What was he even going to say? He didn't even know. Perhaps his name? Yes, maybe that would ring a bell.

"Ehh..." He began, taking a moment to remember just how communication worked. "You, what is your name?" He asked. His voice was clear, although it cracked from disuse about halfway through his sentence. He studied the other's face quietly for a moment, the familiarity was that much stronger now that he could see him from closer up.

[StarWolf]

Springsand felt herself shiver involuntarily at the warm breath gliding past her ear. What an interesting and original name. She thought to herself sarcastically. She pondered the tom’s words a bit, before replying.
“As interesting as that sounds, I cannot go with you. My brother is here, and if he were to see any cat that looked remotely like the Snake we used to know, he would tear out his throat without a second thought. He nearly did to one of our own clan mates, actually.” She paused for a moment. “And I only fought with tactics what my father used to tell us stories of- stories that his own father once told him. They were always of wars, but there were never any deaths… I never believed he was as cruel as I found him to be.” The last sentence was barely a whisper, almost too quiet for anyone who wasn’t next to her to hear. She hesitantly eyed the other cat, unsure of what else to say. “I guess this means you are leaving soon?”

[Alexander]

"Ah.. It was more of a compliment than an invitation.." He replied, looking at her sibling for a second. He was right, a protective brother. Oh boy. He listened to her words with interest. He wanted to say no more, as he didn't like the thought of losing a group member due to her brother. The thought of leaving this place soon was a mixture of the homesickness and liking the treatment here. "I guess so." He said simply, averting his eyes for a second. "I never caught your name." He suddenly brought up, unsure if one of those three may have been hers. If so, it would clarify that she was not born in Thunderclan, perhaps a loner, or even kittypet, but even seeing her as a kittypet with that kind of fighting technique would be astonishing. He began to stare right into her eyes, studying them closely.

[Ayashe]

Ravenfeather sat up as the cat suddenly stood and left the shadows crowding the camp perimeter. The tom stopped only a few feet in front of him. Ravenfeather's ears perked at the question and felt his whole mind buzz with some hidden memory, one dulled into transparency with age. Now he blinked at the rogue with amber eyes full of curiosity. "I, uh, It's Ravenfeather," he managed. "And yours?"

((OOC: Off to bed! Night guys <3))