The tortie stared at the larger she-cat, her amber eyes narrowed. "Touché." For some reason she thought Clans as the honorable type, the type with strong morals who would show mercy to a cat down on their luck like she was. It seemed as though she was terribly wrong. Staying on her own may have been the better choice, but it was too late to leave now. Certainly the bigger cat would follow and hunt her down, and Toad was in no shape to even attempt an escape. There were very few options left, but Toad remained composed in the face of potential death.
Her razor-thin pupils followed the other cat as she circled around her, as though Toad was her prey. The tortie felt a strange relief hearing that she didn't smell like a kittypet. She was one once, many moons ago, and she sometimes feared the scent still lingered. It was rather heartening to hear that the stink of twolegs had finally faded; Toad smirked slightly, probably looking even more brainless than the stranger thought she was.
"I knew of a Clan nearby, but not much else," she meowed in response. As a loner, she had been been traveling for moons, not staying in any place for too long. Being pregnant forced the tortie to stay put for once, and she thought it would be wise to seek protection from other cats. Maybe that was a fur-brained idea.
Her expression changed suddenly at the mention of a mate. For a second, her eyes looked dark and distant as though the she-cat was recalling a bad memory. "No," she answered simply, her expression softening again. "Look. I just need shelter, somewhere I can have my kits without worrying about predators or twolegs or other cats. I'll even hunt for my own food. After that, your Clan can have my kits to raise as warriors, if you want." Toad was serious. Without the kits' father in the picture, motherhood was a horribly daunting thing to face alone. As heartless as it seemed, leaving them with a clan seemed like the best idea to her. She was a young and inexperienced drifter, surely the stability of clan life would be preferable to whatever Toad may face in the future.
With her wide amber eyes pleading, she looked right at the larger she-cat. If she couldn't find shelter in the clan, she hoped she could at least convince the other cat to let her leave alive and intact. But what could she say to someone so unafraid of killing her where she stood? If this cat didn't want kits, want more mouths for the clan to feed, there was nothing she would lose by killing the tortie. Toad lowered her head, her amber eyes still focused on the muscular she-cat. Her words didn't come out calmly and confidently as they did before, now her voice was breathless, scared. "Please."
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It seemed to take a long minute for the queen to finally realize that walking into a clan's territory might not have been the smart idea. Her tone and scent changed pretty quickly. No mate, it didn't sound like she had any family to take care of her either, and weirdly enough it didn't sound like she even wanted her kits. Kits were rather important within clans, their future, so Dawnstar felt justified feeling a little spiteful at how easily so many cats threw their kits away.
"You make it sound like you don't want them. Do you care so little for them?" The queen was a bit of a walking contradiction, she wanted her kits to be somewhere safe but also made it sound like she'd be throwing all the responsibility of raising them on the clan. This wouldn't be a problem since it wasn't like ShadowClan wasn't used to providing for orphaned kits.
"What happens to you after you have the kits? You go off and play loner again?" That's what bothered her the most about this. This cat didn't seem to have a loyal bone in her body, nor comprehend that when it came to clanmates the clans were anything but selfish. They took care of their clanmates, even the useless ones when push came to shove. Not to mention, Dawnstar put cats through the ringer to get a chance to live in ShadowClan. If she just wanted to join and then depart... it felt insulting somehow.
The queen's willingness to dump her kits in a place she hadn't even bothered looking into was concerning. She was a younger mother, but even so, the lack of common sense was troubling. She could be taught and provided for in ShadowClan, but her commitment issues bothered Dawnstar. Clan's run-off loyalty, this cat didn't know what that word meant.
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Deernose froze, staring at Dawnstar. "We don't want to be ThunderClan anymore," There was a hint of anger in her voice but it faded quickly, her tone calm and respectful. "We want to join you. ThunderClan isn't the clan we'd like to be a part of. We can prove ourselves," she added, hope flickering in her eyes.
Willowpaw nodded, not sure what to say. She was but an apprentice, and it wasn't her place to talk to a clan leader. She glanced up at the large she-cat, her eyes pleading.
So these idiots don't seem to comprehend the trouble they were getting into trespassing in her territory. Outsiders were one thing, but cats raised and born in the clan knew how disrespectful it was to walk into another clan's territory like this. ThunderClan must not teach their cats any manners, but it was ThunderClan.
"Well, that's not entertaining at all." The leader flexed her claws and fixed the pair of cats with a dull glare. "Did you honestly think 'I don't wanna be part of ThunderClan' would be enough to get you into another clan? That's not even a good reason for such disloyalty." Dawnstar could cut RiverClan minnows some slack, the clan of fish did suck. But ThunderClan didn't seem half as bad as RiverClan. Bumblebrat often booted cats for legitimate reasons, and Dawnstar wasn't nearly as interested in the brat's scraps.
If they weren't going to explain why they were in enough detail for Dawnstar to judge them their time was up. "Get out of my territory now and I'll let you leave alive. This is the last mercy I'm offering you."
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Re: ShadowClan Outsider Joining
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It seemed to take a long minute for the queen to finally realize that walking into a clan's territory might not have been the smart idea. Her tone and scent changed pretty quickly. No mate, it didn't sound like she had any family to take care of her either, and weirdly enough it didn't sound like she even wanted her kits. Kits were rather important within clans, their future, so Dawnstar felt justified feeling a little spiteful at how easily so many cats threw their kits away.
"You make it sound like you don't want them. Do you care so little for them?" The queen was a bit of a walking contradiction, she wanted her kits to be somewhere safe but also made it sound like she'd be throwing all the responsibility of raising them on the clan. This wouldn't be a problem since it wasn't like ShadowClan wasn't used to providing for orphaned kits.
"What happens to you after you have the kits? You go off and play loner again?" That's what bothered her the most about this. This cat didn't seem to have a loyal bone in her body, nor comprehend that when it came to clanmates the clans were anything but selfish. They took care of their clanmates, even the useless ones when push came to shove. Not to mention, Dawnstar put cats through the ringer to get a chance to live in ShadowClan. If she just wanted to join and then depart... it felt insulting somehow.
The queen's willingness to dump her kits in a place she hadn't even bothered looking into was concerning. She was a younger mother, but even so, the lack of common sense was troubling. She could be taught and provided for in ShadowClan, but her commitment issues bothered Dawnstar. Clan's run-off loyalty, this cat didn't know what that word meant.
So these idiots don't seem to comprehend the trouble they were getting into trespassing in her territory. Outsiders were one thing, but cats raised and born in the clan knew how disrespectful it was to walk into another clan's territory like this. ThunderClan must not teach their cats any manners, but it was ThunderClan.
"Well, that's not entertaining at all." The leader flexed her claws and fixed the pair of cats with a dull glare. "Did you honestly think 'I don't wanna be part of ThunderClan' would be enough to get you into another clan? That's not even a good reason for such disloyalty." Dawnstar could cut RiverClan minnows some slack, the clan of fish did suck. But ThunderClan didn't seem half as bad as RiverClan. Bumblebrat often booted cats for legitimate reasons, and Dawnstar wasn't nearly as interested in the brat's scraps.
If they weren't going to explain why they were in enough detail for Dawnstar to judge them their time was up. "Get out of my territory now and I'll let you leave alive. This is the last mercy I'm offering you."
Deernose sighed, knowing the leader had made up her mind. "I guess you won't be needed these than." She tossed a couple of shrew's they had caught off of clan territory to the ground, padding away. "Goodbye, Dawnstar. May StarClan light your path." She nodded respectfully, although a tad bit dissapointed. As a kit she had always dreamed about what living in ShadowClan was like. Maybe Riverclan would take them in.
Willowpaw's heart sank and she turned away, padding after Deernose. Deernose. It was her fault that they were ever exiled in the first place. "It's all your fault, Deernose." She hissed. "Getting us exiled from the only clan we've ever known."
Did she care that little for them? Toad paused for a second. Did she? She had no strong feelings towards them thus far. They were just some hypothetical that she didn't have to deal with until now. Did she want the safety of the clan for herself, because she'd be vulnerable while kitting, or did she actually want a future for these kits? The tortie honestly hadn't given them too much thought until her belly started interfering with her movement. The idea of being a mother honestly terrified Toad; she usually avoided thinking about too much, but it was getting harder to ignore.
A frustrated sigh escaped her lungs. "I don't know. I just know I can't do it on my own," she mewed weakly, her amber gaze falling to the ground. "I've never had to look after anyone other than myself. And clearly I'm not doing a good job at that since I'm wandering into dangerous territory in hopes of finding shelter."
Toad lifted her head to meet the larger she-cat's gaze. "I wasn't sure how open you were to outsiders," she meowed, sounding intrigued. "I'd join your clan, if you'd have me."
Thus far, Toad was certain she wasn't making a very good case for herself. She wandered into clan territory to beg for shelter to abandon her kits in. She assumed a clan would welcome some new future warriors, but apparently the whole abandoning thing didn't bode well. It just seemed like the best offer at the time! Still, she had this cat's attention so she'd keep trying to appeal to her.
"But. I've lived on my own for most of my life. I'd have a lot to learn," she explained. Cats like humility, right? Or would that make her sound too weak? Maybe she needed to talk herself up a bit, too. "I'm a very fast learner, though. I'm a pretty good hunter, too. And once I'm not so round and clumsy anymore, I'll carry my weight just fine, and the kits' weight."
It was a fat tortie. A long stare at the belly told Dawnstar everything she needed to know. Now what was a stray queen doing wandering out here? The Queen of Mean flickered her tail tip and dragged her eyes back to the she-cats. She was purposely showing off her belly to a stranger, not wise. She hasn't learned that not all cats are swayed by morality. The scarred leader would and could rip the she-cat apart without a second thought. It'd be smarter to hide her heavy belly rather than place blind trust in strangers.
"You stepping into my territory without permission tells me otherwise." Dawnstar drawled with a crooked grin. "Who said I'm looking for sport or glory when hunting?" This cat was rather presumptuous, wasn't she?
"Do you even know where you are? Unless you're one of mine few would call this neck of the woods safe." The muscular dark tabby warned, slowly circling the molly. "You don't smell like a kittypet that doesn't explain the lack of brains." So this cat was just generally stupid. "No mate?"
Look at this weird outsider spitting! Dawnstar couldn't think of a retort for those words. It was very nice to have some purpose in this life. From birth and onwards, all true clan cats live for their clan. They train, hunt, fight, and die for them. There was always some meaning in your life to be found in a clan if one looked hard enough.
Dawnstar scowled silently seething in defeat. "You're infuriating, but you make a fair point. I'll give you your chance in ShadowClan. You'll only get one. You disappear or toss it away and don't expect getting back in here will be easy." She warned.
"You're old enough to have enough experience to be a warrior, so you'll take the name Frogslip. However, you'll have much to learn since you have no proper training or experience in the clan. So you'll be serving the clan as a warrior in training. You'll be treated and trained like an apprentice with a mentor, and have the same restrictions." Dawnstar explained to her.
"Once your mentor has approved that you've learned everything you need to know to be a fitting ShadowClan warrior, I'll allow you to move to the warriors' den and give you more freedom."
[Done. You can submit her to ShadowClan. You can find her a mentor yourself otherwise Dawnstar will choose one for her at the next clan meeting. She is not allowed to be outside of camp by herself, if she is found without a warrior accompanying her, there will be consequences.]
"Thunderrodents," The voice was disembodied for a brief moment before the speaker made their presence known. She slides out of the blanket of shadows with her golden orbs blazing like miniature suns, glare scorching hot.
"Whether you are a part of another clan, exiled, or left, it's all the same to me. You're not mine, not allowed to be here, and are trespassing. That is all I need to water my forest with your blood." Dawnstar's large head was lowered predatorial, muscles tense so tight they quivered beneath her scarred pelt eager to be put to use. The ruler of shadows looked so very ready to hunt.
"Your story better be super quick and entertaining lest I slit your throats." Dawnstar was looking forward to the slitting of throats, she recently sharpened her claws and they were begging for a test run. Lucky her running into two imbeciles.
Frog’s heart leaped in her chest. “Thank you so much! I promise you won’t regret it.” Though butterflies fluttered in her tummy with gratitude for this cat, she was also smart enough to know she had bettered the tough clan cat in their wordy dispute, she had a way with motivational speaking like that. In her recent past, she would have never really had a chance to use that talent, but now maybe that would be different. “Okay. Where do I start?”
Wonderful! I’ll add it to my list to submit her to shadowclan. I can’t be bothered to post a finder so just pick her any old mentor in the next clan meeting like you said.
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