New predicament (Open for rogues and ThunderClan)

Thinstripe sighed "Thanks..." she mewed as she finished her mouse off.


OOC: Lets wait

A faded calico pelt was seen next to Acorn, it was Lulu. She licked Acorn's ear "It's fine, my child. I will still be here" a small voice whispered to Acorn.

Featherpaw watched the exchange silently from just beyond the doorway of the huge twoleg den, a strange look in her eyes. So this is what I came all this way to see. Cats fighting over nothing. As always. She had heard about the cats planning to move into the barn and couldn't help but come back to see them. Hoping to see her old friends from Thunderclan. And then this.

She had lived under the open sky for moons, going where she pleased, doing as she wished. She had been free. Free from fights over territory, free from bloodshed. It all suddenly struck her as hilarious. She never would have thought things like this before. Was her old self really gone? Gone, all gone. she giggled to herself. Gone. She grinned. Bye-bye. So funny she couldn't help but laugh out loud. She clamped her paws over her muzzle but the laughter slipped around them. Slippery as a snake. Heehee! She drew back into the shadows, hoping none of the other cats had heard her.

OOC: Gosh dink it, these ads are getting out of hand. I would rather not flirt with a half-naked russian girl.

Pepper dug her claws into the earth. "She won't be coming back.. we have to move on, we'll get no where of you stay attached to a hay pile. I'm sorry Acorn, I'd love to see her, all of them, again but, we need to stay strong." Her mew didn't waver, she kept her once bright eyes on Acorn. The dull orbs made her seem old.

Pepper left Acorn to jump on on of the hay piles and look down at the cats. "Is there anyone who needs help? Wounds or those who have kits?" She sighed, what would she do with a clan for a couple moons? Surely she could think of something to keep up with them..

OOC: You guys kinda left me behind for a full 3 pages... Should I even bother jumping back in? I have not idea what's going on...

Scorchpaw snapped out of his daze as a few more of his Clanmates pushed into the barn, accidentally squeezing him out. He snarled to himself. "Oh, c'mon! Really?!" he growled. He pushed back into the barn and heard the she-cat asking if anyone was hurt. "I don't think anyone needs any serious help, and if there are any kits, I haven't noticed them yet," he said. His fur was askew from being shoved aside, but he kept his grievances to himself.

OOC: Sorry Grizzly, I was going to say something...

Thinstripe noticed her son, she flicked her tail and hay flew over to him "You think you can get used to living here?" she ask with a smile.

Pepper gave a tired sigh as Acorn repeated what she had done before, shutting her away. When Scorchpaw spoke she could her but give an amused purr at the messy fur. She dipped her head and got down from the hay, taking a moment to find her way back to the hay loft and away from the chaos of the moment. She tried to make room for cats to be up there, moving stray hay around to make the area less cramped.

Ooc: Sorry, the roleplaying order kinda went to chaos, I'm not even sure who is all in this topic.

OOC: Take a break Winter,Khosseana, And Blue only posted once and Winter was like on the first page

OOC: Berryheart, please refer topics like this to a Staff member next time instead of mini-modding.

As for the rest of you, I'm noticing a pattern here. It seems like it's always the same people I'm having to check in on because you're not waiting your turn. The posting order is there to ensure fairness and give everyone a chance to contribute. If I hear or see you doing this again, I will be issuing out punishments.

Wait. Your. Turn.

Outside, Featherpaw cocked her head curiously. Anyone who needs help? They told me I needed help. She giggled again. Help, help, help. All the help, heehee! She slipped back into the barn and sat down in front of the hay, staring up at the black-and-white she-cat who had spoken. "You can...help? They told me I needed help." Featherpaw cocked her head again. Pepper's black tail-tip caught her eye and she watched dumbly as it flicked back and forth, back and forth...

She snapped back to reality as she remembered why she was here. "You can...help? You can fix me? You can fix the voices? You can fix my sister?!" The words tumbled out of her mouth. Of course this cat could help! She must be a medicine cat if she offered to help! Featherpaw giggled in delight at this realization.

OOC: I'm getting Harley-Quinn-On-A-Sugar-Rush vibes from Featherpaw

Scorchpaw shrugged at his mother. "It's better than laying on the side of the Thunderpath." I could certainly get used to that she-cat... He heard amused chuckling and glanced at his denmate, Featherpaw, with a completely exasperated look. He shook his head at her insane rambling and began sorting out a few nests for his clan.

Night stared at the ThunderClan cats. It was confusing having rogues and ThunderClan in one barn. He shrugged it off. He walked away to go hunting.

Thinstripe purred at Scorchpaw "True" she meowed with a smile.