Welcome [Open/Tribe please Post]

Crowstar lead his clan and the new strangers back to his camp. With these strangers it would be like having a full camp again, and honestly the Leader looked forward to it, but for now these cats needed food, and rest so he would provide. "Welcome to my camp." The leader said to the cats behind him mostly speaking to the Tribe.

His green eyes glanced the camp of Skyclan with a little bright of hope. He looked the thin trees that surrounded the clearing that these cats called home. It was pretty different from his old home in the mountains and all had a weird and new scent. However, the spotted tom was happy to see a place where all his tribe could finally rest.
Flicking his tail up and with a friendly, but tired posture, the prey-hunter looked at the sky, grateful for the guide of the Tribe of the Endless Stars. In the end, he was able to survive all the difficulties of his tribe and now it was time to start over. This place would be perfect to start a new life where the Tribe of the Endless Skies will be able to recover and be like before. "Thank you for letting us stay in your clan, Crowstar." He said honestly, but expressionless. It was something weird for him to show affection toward others, but there was no doubt that he cared for his tribemates even if he didn't express that.

Echo that Strides Through walked in to see a clearing with dens around. She looked around the thin trees marking the edges of the camp. She was grateful of Crowstar's kindness and welcome.

Oceanlight saw the happiness coming from the tribe cats. "Tribe cats, please follow me to my den, when you are ready of course." she said, her tail pointing in the direction of the medicine cat den. She started to walk towards her den.


Echo that Strides Through followed Oceanlight to her den. She laid down as the medicine cat showed her a nest made of moss and lined with feathers. It was soft and easy on her aching muscles.

Rosekit tried to stay awake wanting to hear the news from the Gathering. She eventually fell asleep with her siblings outside of the nursery. Her mother protested against this but she was stubborn and her mother eventually gave in but staying in the mouth of the nursery to keep an eye on them.

When she heard something rustling and voices coming from the entrance she rubbed her eyes awake. She first spotted Crowstar then slowly new cats drifted in behind him. She bounced awake in a instant poking her littermates awake and raced towards the strangers.

Instantly getting bombarded with weird sickly scents she bounced at the foot of the weird strange cats with excitement. "Hello! Who are you? Where did you come from? You all smell weird.." She sniffed one of the cats legs and winkled her nose. She did noticed they all looked frail and were barely standing on their legs some not even doing that. "Do you need help?" She asked.

Rippedsky watched as the clan started to pad around the tribe cats with interest. It was certainly different having a group of strangers walk into their camp. Plenty of questions swan in the black and white tom's head as they had walked from Fourtrees. He thought it better not to plague the tribe with his questioning just yet. They needed to recover first. Regardless of where they came from and why they were here, it was obvious they needed to rest. It confused him as to why Starclan would chose to send them here... and why now? He shook his head to get focused. They needed to take care of the tribe for now.

"I know its late, but we need a couple hunting patrols out right now. More will be sent out in the morning, so be ready." He meowed to some of the assembled clan warriors. Rippedsky flicked his tail towards the ones he wanted out, and suggested the rest get some sleep. Afterwards, the tom made his way over to the freshkill pile. Currently, it wasn't much. But it would be something to the starving tribe cats. He picked a couple of birds of the top and padded to the tribe group. His ear flicked as he spoke, "Here. Eat. I'll have more cats back with prey for you all soon." There was plenty of prey in Skyclan territory for all of them this year. However, the clan had only been hunting for what they needed. The tribe meant more mouths to feed. I wonder if they have any skilled hunters? We could certainly use that. Him and Crowstar would have to talk to them later about long term arrangements.

Cloudkit had been sleeping next to his sister. He had been trying to stay up to question his father when they came back from the gathering. He hadn't lasted very long before he fell asleep, but now he was jolted awake by his sister's shrill voice echoing out through the camp. He got to his paws, fur fluffed out in annoyance, as he padded forwards slowly following the strange, new smells. He knew every scent of his clanmates and non of these even slightly smelled like them.

Blind, blue eyes narrowed suspiciously, he stopped just short of one of the cats with the strange smell. "Who are you? Why are you here?" He meowed, attempting a growl. He turned away abruptly as he scented his father and not soon after heard his voice. Why was he giving these cats our prey? Racing toward his fathers voice, he soon ran smack into the black and white deputy. "Oof." He grunted, shaking his head as he got back to his paws. Sneezing, he backed up so his nose wasn't assualted with his father's fur anymore."Dad are you crazy? Why are you giving these cats our food? Why are they even here? Who are they?" The young tom kit meowed, bombarding his father with questions, before sneezing once more.

---

Frost that Blankets the Brook padded in slowly behind her tribemates and was soon attacked by a flood of questions coming from a white kit with piercing blue eyes. Though they weren't focused on her face, he was talking to her and she tilted her head in confusion. Soon after, a cat who had been at the gathering started giving out prey to her and her tribemates. She turned her attention back to the kit, but before she could even say anything, the young tom ran over to the cat, who appeared to be his dad, but he ran straight into him. Suppressing a laugh, she watched with interest as they talked, tearing into the bird he gave them. She felt like she should have refused out of politeness, but she was so hungry she pushed the thought away and decided to dig into it, making sure to let her tribemates share with her.

Night of Stormy Gales padded in near the back of the group, his vivid eyes examining his new surroundings with great interest and curiosity. So, this is their camp... It was certainly different from what he was used to; having been born and raised in the cave behind the waterfall, and resting in random bushes and clearings on the journey, this cozy grove was a breath of fresh air. As soon as the jet black tom sat down, he felt a wave of exhaustion and hunger flood over his body. Deeply grateful for this 'deputy's' offer of prey, he picked out a small mouse from the bottom of the pile. Not wanting to take the good prey and leave the younger or older cats hungry, he settled down and began to ravenously tear into the stale mouse. To him at that moment, it tasted like the best thing he's ever eaten.

~~~~~~~~

Pansyface sat down a little ways away from where the group of 'Tribe' cats began to settle down, her murky gaze skeptical and slightly wary. So...these strange cats just come in and invade the Gathering, claiming to be the 'true SkyClan'? And we let them in, just like that? Have we forgotten what happened with Bear a few moons ago? Rolling her eyes, the gray and white patched molly padded over to where Rippedsky stood, sitting down beside her friend. Leaning over and lowering her voice, she asked; "Do you think...they are who they say they are?" The skepticism and worry apparent in her voice, she watched as one by one these strangers grabbed prey and settled down.

The ears of Fox that hunts in the Night noticed how a few Skyclan's cats started to talk about their doubts of having them. With narrowed eyes, the spotted prey-hunter was worried about the safety of his tribe. If some of these cats doubted the words of the Stoneteller and his intentions, then they could easily attack the members of the Tribe of the Endless Skies in the future and that was something that the orange cat couldn't let to happen. However, right now he knew that he couldn't do anything rather than eat and rest among his tribemates, so he finally reached a rodent with his fangs and came back to his group, laying down next to his prey-hunter partner, Night of the Stormy Gales.
Fox looked for a second the prey, doubting to eat it or not. He thought that he didn't deserve that kind of meal when he wasn't able to catch anything for the clan that now was helping them. Maybe tomorrow he would ask the "deputy" or leader of Skyclan if he could join a hunting patrol to help them out with the food so he could pay the hospitality of these cats. With these thoughts in his mind, the tired prey-hunter ate the rodent, recovering part of his lost energy during the journey.

Echo that Strides Through walked out of the medicine cat den after eating some herbs. She heard the "deputy" offer them prey. She walked over to the pile of prey and grabbed a bird from the pile. She bit into it, and ate it purring. She couldn't remember the last time she ate something, she wasn't sure if she even ate anything before.

Oceanlight sat in the center of the den, looking around for herbs the tribe cats cats could use. She grabbed Ragwort Leaves and Lamb's Ear and got them into bundles. She walked out and gave each tribe cat a bundle, telling them to chew them and they'll give them strength and stamina, plus help heal their aching legs. She walked over to Rippedsky. "Even if they have to leave, they need rest. They probably won't survive the journey back if they aren't recovered." she said.

"These cats will be staying with us for a while. They are of Skyclan blood, Starclan says so.. So who am I to doubt them?" Crowstar said. He was exhausted from the gathering. Ashstar was always on his case no matter what he did. "If you need me I will be next to my den, Rippedsky I trust you to help the warriors to help get the tribe get settled." He didn't need to say it, seeing how the deputy was already doing so.

Lilyheart had come back to camp with the tribe cats, her body rigid with slight suspicion. She was quite trusting of these cats, they smelled of the mountains and looked to have had a very hard journey. She had no reason for distrust, so as they entered camp she veered to the side after grasping a rabbit from the fresh-kill pile her eyes searching the scraggly tribe cats. She wanted her own opinion on them, so, approaching a young tom with the rabbit in her jaws she looked down at him. Placing her rabbit to speak softly she mewed "Hello, would you like to share a rabbit?" Lilyheart tilted her head softly.


ooc: itsscreechbtw

Willowkit did not like these newcomers at all. He woke up to the scent of weird cats that raised his hackles right away: why are these cats here?

When the tom realized that his clan was actually going to have these cats live here from the idiotic conversations that wafted into his ears, he wanted to claw his eardrums out. The tom couldn't believe it. It was obvious to the kit those cats would bring trouble, seeing as non-Skyclan cats had been lead to live in the middle of their camp. They should not stay here, not in the place that has barriers and camouflage that's supposed to keep foreign cats out in the first place.

The usual feelings of frustration welled up in him as he glared at the foreigners, but this time it was directed at the entirety of the clan instead of his family. "This is so stupid," he muttered outloud.

Screech of the Startled Eagle had never felt more exhausted in his life- the final bit of their journey seemed more taxing than he had ever anticipated. He shambled in slowly after his Tribe-mates, doing his best to keep his weight off of his raw, scraped up pads. Begrudgingly, the young tom swung his head around to search for the familiar pelts of Swoop and Storm, pelt bristling slightly as he gazed at all of the members of this supposed 'Skyclan'. He felt uneasy around the well muscled cats- they made him feel as if he hadn't slept, eaten, or washed properly in moons. Taking a few more hesitant steps forward into the well-sheltered clearing, the young to-be collapsed a few tail-lengths away from the rest of the crowd, content to doze off and on while observing the frigid interaction between Tribe and Clan.

Screech glanced up at Lilyheart irritably as she disrupted his attempt at rest, gazing up at the she-cat through one half opened eye, his whiskers twitching as he prepared to send the black and white she-cat running. As he opened his jaws to loose a stinging retort, the rich scent of freshly caught prey filled his nose and belly and softened his sharp temper slightly. "If we must." Screech sniffed, eyeing Lilyheart distrustfully. He would of rather shared with one of his Tribe-Mates, but refusing the offer would likely be seen as rude. The young tom wriggled away slightly in an attempt to make more room for the she-cat to settle down beside him. "You are a Prey-Hunter then, no?" Screech questioned once more, cocking his head as he gazed up at her.

Swoop of Fierce Doves watched from the distance, the she-cat's eyes narrowed with caution as she entered the camp. It was so open with the sky so visible, it was wrong. And the abundance of trees didn't exactly help with her nerves, every rustle reminded her of the dangers that she'd endured with her clan to get here, but for what? The Tribe of Endless Stars promised this was their home, that they'd find peace here, but it seemed so bleak. Two tribes saw them as dangerous, only the tribe with the grey she-cat seemed to like them, the black one appeared to take them out of duty.

All she wanted was a place to lay her kit down, and food so she could give him milk. Such simple desires she had, and the world would deny her peace. At least, Crow of Stars seemed decent for now. But trust, that would not come so easily, not when so many of his kin scorned them. Peace would not come for a long while, but she prayed that they would find unity eventually.

Storm had moved to the back during the whole trip into the forest, keeping his eyes focus for any surprises that might have been sprung but...It was rather peaceful. Of course, it being peaceful didn't stop the tom from grumbling under his breath every time his paw got caught on a loose vine or root. How could they stand this? But he kept his annoyance to himself as he followed after his tribe faithfully, halting at the entrance of the camp as all of his Tribemates filtered in. His fur started to prickle as even more cats started to exit the dens, his ears falling flat as he watched them all with a wary eyes. He stayed on guard, almost daring any of these 'Clan' cats to come and talk to him. While they might be giving the Tribe and him a place to stay, that didn't mean he would trust them.