The Rouges.......RPing

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A group of Rouges recently moved to the edge of Clan territory an have began to give the clan cats trouble! You can create a rouge so that your cat will have some one to battle with as the rouges attack all of the clans!!

Storm nodded and snarled to Shadow " Well, what are you waiting for?!"

Leo gently picked up two kits and set them on his back, he carried the last in his jaws. Leo carefully ran into camp, setting the kits down.

"What do you mean?" Shadow meowed. "I have four of them right here, and Leo is carrying the other three."

Streamfur struggled in the brambles but couldn't get out of them. She felt them digging into her skin. She hissed at the rouges.

Storm shook her head and mewed " I mean take them to Cyclone! She will watch after them! And when your done watch after Streamfur!"

"Alright. I'll take them, you watch Streamfur." Leo said to Shadow.

Shadow nodded and watched Streamfur struggling around in the brambles.

Leo guided the kits gently away from their mother and toward his sister's den.

Cyclone blinked, and mewed to Leo " Leo...who's kits are those?" she tugged her kits away from the strange kits and saw how tried and pathic the tiny kits look like and mewed " Oh.....okay set them over their by Whiskers and Soul!"

"Ok, they're a Clan cat's kits...Storm wants you to care for them." he mewed, smiling at his sister and her kits.

Cyclone sighed and mewed to a tiny kit gently " Hello little one, my name is Cyclone and we won't hurt you, your safe with me! Now whats your names?"

Leo watched, proud that his sister was so nice to these strange kits.

Whiskers looked at the kits, they looked several moons older than him and his brothers and sisters, but if they were nice enough they could have new playmates!!! He turned to Windy, Sol, and Tiny and mewed " We should be nice to them! We could teach them news games, and they could teach us some new games!" So the kits scampered over to the other seven kits, and Whiskers mewed proudly " Hi my name is Whiskers, thats Sol, Windy, and Tiny! What are your guys names?"

"I'm Featherkit" Featherkit mewed. "I'm Dawnkit" Dawnkit meowed. Creamkit, Berrykit, Bluekit, Whitekit, and Sunkit told Cyclone their names too.

Streamfur still struggled in the brambles.

"I'm Leo." he spoke up, nodding to the kits and trying to seem less intimidating. "I'm the one that brought you guys here...well one of the cats.." he laughed.

Whiskers mewed " Cool names! Do you guys want to play mossball with us??" Cyclone gently nudged Whiskers and mewed " Honey, sweetie they might be a little worn out, but if they want to play right now I don't mind."

"I'll see you later, Cyclone." Leo meowed, padding out of the den.

Cyclone looked up at Leo and purred " Okay Leo, see you later!" then she went back to calming Windy and Sol who had just gotten in trouble for fighting.

"I love playing mossball!" Featherkit mewed. The other kits nodded.

Leo sighed. "I wonder how those kits are going to react when they grow old enough to understand that they don't have a father..." he mummbled to himself, laying down in the shade. He set his chin on his massive paws and soon fell asleep.

Whiskers nodded in delight and mewed to Tiny " Go get the moss ball!!!" Tiny nodded then darted off to get the mossball, and a few heartbeats later she scampered back and mewed " Lets play!" Sol leaped and battered the ball to Featherkit.

She passed it to one of the other kits.

Leo dreamt of the day his father left which was also the day his mother had died. "NO don't leave!!!" Leo yowled helplessly. He twitched in his sleep, mewling like a kit. His claws sank into the earth.

Windy raced to the ball, and flung it to Tiny, and she leaped into the air and did a backflip and chunked the ball to Whiskers who passed it to Dawnkit.

"WHY DID YOU KILL HER?!" he roared in his sleep.

Dawnkit passed it to Berrykit who tossed it to Bluekit, who sent it flying through the air towards the other kits.

Streamfur felt the brambles digging into her pelt. They went in deeper every time she moved. She was hissing and snarling at the rouges.