The Tribe of Falling Darkness Camp RPG! Tribe only unless you are invited!

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Here is the simple of view of the territory-



Now here is the view of the valley hding our camp-

Now here is a picutre of the river surrounding our camp!



Now here is our awesome camp-

And here is the desert hiding our camp!



Invited cats-

Honeystar

Fang

Applefur

SNowlily

Lightningstorm

Crookedjaw

Streamfur

Iceclaw the Scratcher

~Honey are you ready yet?~

Honeystar realized he had forgotten about the hunting trip he was suppose to go with Snowlily. I hope she'll understand why I didn't come. he thought. Trying to find her scent he eventually he eventually followed it all the way to near the mountains outside the camp where she was talking to Lightningstorm and her brother.

Honeystar rushed over to help Snowlily bring down the eagle. Avoiding it's thrashing wings, he got on top of it's back and gave it a killing bite. The large bird's body began to flop to the ground lying completely still. "Well." Honeystar panted. "That was certainly quite a hunt."

Honeystar also heard the sounds from the bush too. "Stay close to me and the eagle." he warned Snowlily in a low growl. "I think it's those desert rogues the Tribe has been having problems with." Every hair in his body rose to make look twice his size, and the pupils in his eyes became thin slits as he faced the bush. These are probably the same rogues who attacked Moonpaw and Tigerspirit!!!

Kitkat padded out from the camp enterance to see Snowlily and Honeystar. "Whoa! Who caught this?!" She exclaimed, looking at the eagle, "Need help taking it to the fresh kill pile?" Then Kitkat sniffed the air, then her expression changed from bouncy and happy to alarmed and angry. "I smell desert rouges!" Kitkat unsheather her claws, ready for a fight.

Mallowkit tumbled out of the bushes and sqeaked "HEYO!!!!!!" then he got to his stubby legs and sqeaked "Who are you guys gonna fight??????"

"Mallowkit, get into the camp. Now." Kitkat ordered. She picked Mallowkit up by the scruff and ran into the camp. "Kittystar, Kittystar! We're being attacked!"

Mallowkit struggled and spit fouriously "LET ME GO POO NOSE! Plus mommy and Snakefire went on patrol to the Mallow ridge at the end of territory so they could talk!" he growled, struggling.

"STAY IN THE CAMP!" Kitkat ordered. She padded up to Duma. "Duma, though your a kit, I trust you to look over Mallowkit. Make sure he doesn't get out of the camp, ok?"

Kittystar sighed then froze as a loud rustle in the bushs stoped her in her tracks. "Who are you?!?!?! Get outt'a here mange balls!" then a a cat leaped for her knocking her to the ground. Kittystar shreiked in surprize and slashed at the tom. He lunged for her throat and she rolled neatly out of the way. Then she was on her paws leaping for the tom and ramming into him, carrying off his paws into a hawkthorn bush. Then the tom smiled and rolled in the air and pushed her into the brambles, then he grabbed a stick and whipped it across her face. Kittystar shreiked in pain as her face grew sticky and wet with blood. Kittystar thrashed and tried to leap at him but he just smashed the branch back into her face. Kittystar yowled loudly in pain, then he dropped the stick and smacked her face. "YOORRRRWWWWWW!!!!" she shreiked and then thrust her head and bit him on the cheek. The tom yowled and ripped his face away before spittting "Nighty-night!!" then he grabbed the stick and smacked it so hard Kittystar blacked out.

~Remember, Kitkat first came from WindClan!~
Kitkat ran out of the camp to see Kittystar. The tom was still holding the stick, then he looked at her. "Eagle-heart! Get outta here!" Kitkat hissed. The tom swung the stick at her, she dodged it easily. She slashed him on the cheeck, the tom yowled, then he dropped the stick and pinned her down. "I'm not going down without a fight!" She snarled. She whacked him in the head, and he fell over. She scratched him in the throat, watching his blood spill everywhere. That's how the WindClan cats do it. She thought. But then Kitkat got dizzy and blacked out. They didn't know it until now that there was a she cat with the tom.

Applefur decided to go for a quick walk unaware of the desert rouges. She saw a hill with a wide area perfect for running. She smiled and raced forward enjoying the cool air rush through her fur. She smiled and closed her eyes slightly feeling the wind. She skidded to a halt at the edge of the cliff and gazed down at the desert life below her. Applefur's eyes widened as she saw a small hut to the side of the area below her. Applefur tilted her slightly. Thinking really nothing of it she shrugged and just enjoyed the wind. There was a small crack behind her and she whipped around. There a dusty light brown tabby tom with long claws emerged from a wrinkled brown shrub. The tom smiled. Applefur narrowed her eyes. "Who are you?" Applefur growled. The tom shrugged and mewed, "Why should I tell you?" Applefur growled. The tom sighed. "Fine...Im Desert. Now that we've said our hello's lets say our goodbyes shall we?" Desert laughed and padded forward. Cats came from behind him smiling. "Oh yes these are my friends." Desert mewed flicking his tail lazily to the other cats. Applefur backed up slightly. One hindleg slipped slightly, rocks tumbled down far far below. Applefur took a quick uneasy glance seeing the area below her. Fear shined in her eyes. "Now...goodbye." Desert said with a smile. Applefur narrowed her eyes. What should I do?? She thought slightly panicked.

Gracekit bounced around and looked at Duma and sqeaks "Duma can I give you a tour of the camp???" she really like the idea of being all alone with the handsom tom.

Bluekit looked back at Riverclan territory one last time before she crossed the scent line to head to tribe territory. I'll show Dawnkit that I'm not a mouse and make it to the tribe! she thought. She followed the faint scent of her mother, padding along the river. By the time it was sun high, she was starting to get hungry and tired. She sat down by the river, remembering what she saw warriors doing when they fished. Soon, a flash of silver when by in the river and Bluekit snatched it out of the water with her claws, catching a small fish. She quickly ate it, and continued her journey. Soon she was in a desert, Streamfur's scent becoming stronger every tail length. When she thought she couldn't make it a step further, she smelled an overwhelming scent of cats, and she knew she must be close to the camp. Knowing that gave her energy and she rushed foward, soon finding herself in camp. She followed the milk scent of the nursery to look for her cousins.

In answer, Applefur threw herself forward clawing at Desert. The tom's eyes were wide in surprise and fear. Desert slithered out of Applefur's grasp and leaped toward her. Applefur easily dodged and raced around Desert clawing at him while running as if a tornado of claws were attacking Desert. As fast as the wind, She jumped on top of Desert pinning him down. She latched her claws into his front and back paws so the tom couldn't move. Applefur narrowed her eyes. "You will NOT interfere with the tribe anymore, you understand me?" She growled snarling.

Gracekit wrote:Gracekit bounced around and looked at Duma and sqeaks "Duma can I give you a tour of the camp???" she really like the idea of being all alone with the handsom tom.

"Sure!' He raced behind a bush "Just don`t let Iceclaw see me!" He whispered.

Featherkit wandered around camp weakly.

Streamfur was out in the desert and she was just about to pounce on a mouse, when a desert rouge jumped onto her. Streamfur hissed at clawed the rouge's face. The rouge hit her with a stick, again and again, until everyone went black. (she's knocked out)

~He hit her with a stick? Don`t they have to have aposable thumbs to do that?~
Duma looked around for Iceclaw, trying to avoid being seen.

Iceclaw meanwhile was unaware of Duma's presence. She was out hunting, trying to find Snowlily and Honeystar, dragging her tail along the sand. They left me behind! Just then, she saw the limp body of Streamfur. "Streamfur?" she yowled, bounding towards her. The RiverClan deputy was lying stiffly, her eyes closed, in the sand. Horror flooded through her. Iceclaw pressed a paw on her nose. She's still breathing! I'd better get help! The IceClan warrior gently grabbed Streamfur by her scruff and dragged her back to the Tribe camp slowly.

Kittystar lunged to her paws, and then was knocked down by a large tom who lunged for her. Kittystar gasped and rolled neatly out of the way, then sprang to her paws and clawed at his face. The tom spat at her before he grabbed a large stick in his jaws and smacked it across her face. Then a twin she-cat appreaded and held another stick and then the two siblings where a whirlwind of danger and sticks. Kittystar shreiked in pain as the she-cat brought the stick down onto her head. But Kittystar was ready, when she brought the stick down Kittystar dove under her and rammed her forepaws, the she-cat fell and the tom gave a screech and brought the stick down and Kittystar rolled out of the way. The tom screamed in anger and then charged her, then Kittystar leaped over his head and landed neatly on his back. The force knocked him out and Kittystar snarle before she and the she-cat fought on more fourisouly than before.