Patrolling, Odd eh?

[Saberclaw]

Sixstar padded along the edge of Thunderclan territory. Above, sunlight filtered through the trees creating areas of w armth below. The sun and the air around was warm and welcoming unlike the earlier days where frost tipped the blades of grass.
Sixstar stopped in his tracks as a familiar and unwelcoming scent came to him. He glanced back at the one-eyed muscular tom that was his brother. A rogue by heart and leader no more, Sixstar and he were finally getting along. For a few days Saberclaw had been sheltered in Thunderclan territory and in those few days Sixstar and Saberclaw had regularly had conversations. After the day he had come, they had been out of the camp, patrolling and hunting although Saberclaw had rarely caught anything do to his wounds..
"We should be fine my brother. Sharsker shouldn't attack," he explainedin a low voice. It had been raspy but now grew stronger showing that Saberclaw was healing...and dying. He had been dying because of his age but didn't seem to show signs of it.
Sixstar nodded. "With any luck he's just passing through."
"No, no actually I'm here to visit both of you," a deep voice sounded from in front of Sixstar.
The leader turned around to see two deep forest green eyes staring back at him from the shadows of a bush. "Why?" he demanded.
Sharsker padded out, revealing that he seemed to give in to age as well. Many hairs were turning gray on his face and his hind legs shook from exhaustion.
"Because I must speak with both of you," Sharsker said, sitting down. He glanced at both sons.
Saberclaw stepped up beside his brother, eye narrowed. "Speak to us of what?" he asked.

[Redtail]

OoC: I don't know where you're going with this, but if I have Basta listening in on this it might prove for a good plot.

BiC: The shadows played about like dancing ballet figures; swooning and falling only to rise with great grace and elegance. That unnatural swaying was the perfect place for a spy. Basta. Sort of that Pantom of the Opera in the forest, killing and hiding from everyone was his regular job these days. He was the lurker of the night and the spy of the shadows, and yet he was almost a nobody. Basta was even a legend in some senses; at least around the Clans for they all knew him as the one that haunts the forest and kills with a strange calm. He didn't mind the title, in fact, he rather liked having something to hold him up in case of an emergency. Today he was out and about in the ThunderClan territories, hoping to catch some sound of recent events. Basta liked to knew where everyone stood in the forest and so he would listen in on clans and rogues to know what was going on. He had no idea that today he would fall upon something interesting, that could prove use to him. Amongst the bushes he hid, downwind of the cats who were talking. His icy blue orbs shone with interest as he listened in on the cats. The ThunderClan leader, the rogue leader, a fellow loner, that thought made him cringe, not wanting to even be affiliated with those pathetic pieces of crowfood, and another cat whom he could not see. This could prove very useful, he thought with a smirk.

[Saberclaw]

Sharsker glanced up at the blue sky and then towards Sixstar. "First, what I've heard is that you've done something bad...well...in clan terms at least."
"And what would this bad thing be?" Sixstar pressed unsheathing his claws.
Sharsker sighed. "Its all about, many know that you had attacked Heatherpelt out of pure rage. A rage that comes from deep inside that is only brought on by stress and dark thoughts. I have such a rage as does Saberclaw and it can be used for good or bad," he explained.
Sixstar felt guilt overwhelm him once more at the thought. "I apologized and she forgave me. What more is there to say?" he asked trying to keep his voice from cracking with sorrow.
The father rolled his green eyes. "What more is there to say? Much more. When she became your mate she should have known the consequences"-"there was no consequences! The only ones I saw were the ones that we had already covered," Sixstar interrupted baring hsi teeth in a snarl.
"No, no. Your mate should know what would happen if she angered you. She should know because both you and her know of your brother's rage. You two are very alike in personalities and in appearance."
Saberclaw sighed. "Would you just get to the point," he said impatiently.
"Its obvious you two aren't meant to be mates," Sharsker immediately stated.

[Redtail]

The light colored tom knew that by creeping and manipulation anything could come; all in all this was great because it only required one of those things and it was even the one that didn't seem so horribly wrong. He ran the words over in his head and memorized every part of the speach. So Sixstar had attacked his mate, and out of sheer rage... pathetic but admirable, he thought with a quirk of his brow. Perhaps he could prove a good rogue or even a loner, though the cushy rogue life might suit him a bit better to start. Even in his mind Basta could cut sarcastic remarks, only it sounded off not having anyone around to be annoyed by it. He could pursue the matter latter on when he had gathered enough information that blackmail could be possible. Basta was not sure what they would be saying but it could only help him furthermore.

OoC: Boy crappy post on my account, sorry.

[Cloverleaf]

ooc: Hey now, what is this new plotage? Think of the kits....actually whatever happens happens, so yea.....but uh, you want me to bring in one of my charries....I should rp a bit....I haven't in a while....?

[Saberclaw]

Ooc: It'd be glad to have the trio back to role-playing eh? Find it rather amusing in my opinion so go right ahead and join in!

[Redtail]

OoC: WE NEED ANOTHER SPY! Bring someone in, luff.

[Cloverleaf]

ooc: It would be very juicy if Heather overhead...or or Clover overhears and uses it as blackmail in some evil rogueish way....or Falcon....I dunno...I thinkin Heather....any other suggestions? Sorry people, I tired and a bit out of it...so I need suggestions

[Redtail]

OoC: Can we have someone who likes Basta more than Clover; anyone so long as they might be able to team up for this and blackmail. SO?

[Cloverleaf]

ooc: Falcon could...if you wated her to...and I duno it's a semi-plot idea...it came off the top of my head....

A beautiful brown and golden furred she-cat padded softly through the undergrowth. The ThunderClan warrior parted her jaws, taking in the scents of the forest and listening to the sounds. A few mice had come and gone through here and a squirrel, but not one of them lingered now. Heatherpelt let out a growl of annoyance, hoping to bring back something to the camp. She kept moving along, ears pricked for the scuffling of paws on the forest floor, claws unsheathed.

A soft breeze blew in her direction carrying the scents of prey. A mouse and a vole. Both were near. She trotted forward, her fur brushing the sides of bushes and strees. As the brown she-cat rounded a maple she came to see a small fat field mouse, nibbling on a seed. It seemed as alert as ever, but somehow failed to see Heatherpelt as she leapt at the tiny creature, her claws extended. She finished it off with a quick bite, and began to search for the vole.

The warrior padded forward, slowly, cautiously until three scents saught her attention. She put down the mouse, sheathed her claws, and began in the cats' direction. Her body was low to the ground, her belly fur scraping the carpet of leaves recently revealed from the snow and ice. She held onto her mate's scent in particular, trying to pick out aggresion of fear, but it was too mingled with the others.

Another scent hit the roof of her mouth, but she thought nothing of it, deciding it was carried on the rogue already there. Sixstar and his brother were facing the cat, what they were doing she hadn't the slightest idea. But anything to do with Saberclaw, she never really liked. The she-cat looked around for any cover within earshot and found a rather dense bramble thicket. She slowly crept around the group towards it, and slid under it's branches, concealed within the shadows.

ooc: First post in a month....

[Saberclaw]

Saberclaw only rolled his eye as if to say 'thats it'. "Anything else?" he asked.
"One moment Saberclaw," Sixstar growled without taking his amber eyes off of his father. "What would you know about that? So we had one fight. She forgave me, it was an accident and accidents happen."
Sharsker snorted. "Its just a statement that you would do well to comprehend," he sneered.
"You know, life is short for me and your only going to make it shorter if you don't get on," Saberclaw spat unsheathing his claws.
Sharsker opened his mouth to say something and then paused. His ears were pricked and only for a short moment was there silence. "What now?" Saberclaw snarled advancing forward a pawstep.
Sharsker quickly silenced him with the flick of his tail. His jaws remained parted, scents coursing through the tom. "I don't think it would be wise to stand here any longer."

[Cloverleaf]

The golden warrior peered carefully at the three toms. Her eyes became wide pools of fear, but she refused to let it get to her. She flattened her ears to her head and backed up slowly, her tail sweeping behind, making sure she wouldn't hit anything.

As soon as the she-cat was free of the bramble and clear of the group she began at a sprint towards her catch. She needed to make it look like she had been hunting the entire time. She sighed as she reached the place where she had buried her catch, relief sweeping over her in waves.

She parted her jaws after regaining her breath, searching for prey once more. A squirrel happened to scuttle by her as she sat there, and instantly she sprinted after it. It's thick gray tail was all that she could see as it wound it's way through the trees. Heatherpelt picked up speed all the while wondering why it wouldn't flee up a tree. She was less than a tail-length from it when she leaped. She pinned the fury gray creature and sunk her fangs into it's neck. She buried it by a tree and decided to head towards the three cats, remembering scents of prey there. She would stay clear of the three toms, but she wouldn't ingnore the comments that she just happened to hear.

[Redtail]

Well he had been found out and so there was no need for him to hide amongst the bushes any longer. His icy gaze was the first to be seen and after that his lean body and last but not least his handsome frame was out before the cats. "Yes you best take that advice, Sixstar, there may be eyes watching where you don't expect them," he said slowly with a deliberate<sp?> grin. His claws unsheathed only for protection, there was no hostility in his eyes, but he would be ready for anything that would happen.

OoC: Wow that was short.

[Saberclaw]

Sixstar let out a low growl of anger, his head turning in the direction of the voice. The cat didn't smell of rogue nor of any clans. "Get out of Thunderclan territory!" he snarled, his tail lashing back and forth. He bared his teeth at the cat angrily.
Saberclaw didn't seem to care of what the tom said but he did turn to face the new intruder. "And you would do well to leave this territory if you want to still live," he said plainly.
Sharsker merely sat down waiting for how this cat would react.

[Redtail]

Basta could only chuckle at the cat. It was pathetic how he would allow these other two cats into the "ThunderClan territory" and then shune away another, just pathetic. "Well you do allow other ugly brutes into your territory, whom I might add are not part of Thunderclan, and I just figured that I might want to add some handsome to the bunch, you know," he said carelessly, his tail tossed in an almost stuffy manor. All of them were so pathetic, and who in the world had let that piece of crowfood become leader must have been out of their minds. Basta dropped his grin into a frown, his eyes radiating that harsh tone they always seemed to hold. "Pathetic; all of you. I would think that even the rogues are better than the Clanners, but sometimes I wonder," he hissed.