This Leaf-Fall ● DreamClan ● Accepting

[Toadalicious]

Mistypebble dipped her head in greeting to the silver-pelted tom, then told him, "You're coming on a border patrol with us. We're going to go check out the Twoleg damage, and I want Red here to get used to the daily routine." She turned from the two toms and ducked through the camp's entrance -- now tangled and woven with fronds of bracken and several unidentifiable vines -- twitching her tail as a signal for them to do the same.

[Dia.]

Red followed the she cat and slipped through the tunnle leading to the outside of camp.

[Becca The Monster]

SliverFur followed the other two cats into the forest.

[Toadalicious]

Lilac glared harshly at the four tiny bundles of squirming, mewling fur, hatred clear in her icy blue eyes. "You deserve to die," she hissed, watching them grasp blindly for a source of warmth; a source of love. These puny, insignificant creatures, which had caused her so much pain, so much suffering, so much humiliation -- oh, how she longed to hang them by their tails and wait for some horrid, disgusting badger to come and finish them off.

And yet, she still harbored some soft, mother-like love for the beasts, and she couldn't bring herself to take away their lives. Head hung low, she grasped them by their scruffs and dragged them to the one place where she knew they'd be safe.

That pathetic, kittypet-run "Clan," to which their father belonged.

[Becca The Monster]

SliverFur followed the deputy and other cat, checking the boarders.

[Toadalicious]

Lilac dropped the kits -- rather harshly -- just outside the camp entrance, disgusted by the scents of the Clan and their cheerful sounds chattering, which she could hear faintly through the blueberry bushes that surrounded the clearing.

The little bundles of fur mewled pitifully, flailing their tiny limbs back and forth. She ignored their protestant mews, her heart an icy black stone in her chest. She felt nothing; not a trace of emotion could be found on her face; not a sign of motherly love or overbearing hatred.

She turned away from the kits -- her kits -- kicking up a flurry of leaves and moss as she did so, and walked away.
She didn't look back.

[Becca The Monster]

"MistyPebble? Do you think we should maybe go back to camp?" SliverFur asked.

[kadoodlebird]

Sunpaw sweeped her tawny tail around her in interest. "A border patrol?" she asked Jackheart. Sunpaw nodded agreeably. "All right, let's go!" She leaped to her feet and bounded out toward the exit of camp.

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Silverleaf looked around her, tail curled neatly around her silver paws. Her blue green eyes gazed at the clan around her. She rose to her paws and gracefully padded over to Brownstar's den. "Where are the other's?" she whispered. Her sweet scent floated through his den.

((Sheepy.... is that an okay post? I don't really know how to like.... well, you get it.)

((Can anyone give me a quick recap? :3))

[Dia.]

Red nodded and flicked his tail.

ooc: errr where is Dartfoot?

Dartfoot scented the air. What was that?

{{Still fail posting.... sorry}}

[honeydont]

Jackheart nodded eagerly and bounded after Sunpaw, feeling rather excitable after her nap. She pushed through the camp wall and blniked in the bright sunlight filtering down through the forest. A peculiar scent caught her attention and she raised her muzzle, scenting the air. Jackheart's eyes widened. Was that...kit-scent? "Dartfoot! Sunpaw!" The she-cat called out, voice worried. "I think there are kits here!"