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The dark tabby stepped through the thick forest with some sort of pride in his step. He had his reasons for coming back to the place, even if temporarily. He stayed in the caves near the waterfall in the northwestern part of the territory for a few moons and stayed out of the way. He didn't think most of NightClan ever met him, and now he wanted to change that. He waited patiently on their border at moonhigh for someone to pass by. He knew where there camp was, but Omega was not rude. He wouldn't just walk straight into their camp. He'd wait.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Nov 5, 2020 20:03:55 GMT -5
The chilly Leaffall night didn't seem to bother the bushy furred tom as he prowled around his clan's territory hunting alone. Usually he was in the company of others but for some reason he felt like hunting alone this night. Tornadoblast could easily watch his prey from the light of the moon that hung high in the starry sky. A squirrel was up and about, apparently looking for a midnight snack underneath a stately oak tree.
Just as the gray tom was about to spring, a vagrant air current brought an unfamiliar scent to his nose. He froze in place as he looked in the direction of the strange scent. All thoughts of the squirrel was now gone. He had a more important job to do - investigate the nearby border for strangers. Cautiously he made his way closer to the border until he noticed a cat just sitting there looking across into NightClan territory.
"You're on NightClan's border," Tornadoblast meowed as he came closer to the stranger. He wanted to convey his confidence in his voice as he spoke. "Don't cross it unless you want trouble."
He took a deep breath in through his nose. No one else. The dark tabby's gaze did not leave Tornadoblast as he approached him. This gray tom had quite the look. His fur seemed to have a mind of its own. It stuck out in all directions, yet somehow looked clean. Odd. For a clan with a leader that demanded order and compliance, this gray tom stuck out. His fur also had a flow to it:he was defintely a long furred cat. Long haired and that size, he was lithe. And fast. Good to know.
Omega's massive form stood in stark contrast to the other tom's lithe frame. He saw this tom's confindence, and he didn't care for it. Any smart cat would be wary of approaching a stranger alone. His tail swished from side to side as the other tom spoke. Like any proper guest, he waited for him to finish speaking, and then a deep, polished rumbled sounded from Omega. "I don't want trouble. Flamingstar and I are already acquainted. If you would please take me to your camp, I would be grateful."
Post by Whitemuzzle on Nov 6, 2020 19:54:46 GMT -5
Stopping several fox lengths away from the strange cat, Tornadoblast saw that the stranger was a large cat. He didn't carry any clan scent he recognized and most importantly he didn't smell any others with him. Even though, the gray tom still scanned the area carefully with his eyes. One couldn't be too careful.
"Very well," he meowed. "I'll take you but you'll have to come along as my prisoner. Flamingstar will decide what to do with you after she sees you." The sooner he got this cat back to camp, the sooner he could continue his hunt. He motioned with his tail for the dark stranger to come across the border.
He raised a brow. Prisoner? Please. "No need for those formalities, my friend." His voice stayed firm and level. He was no part of this clan, yet, but he would not take that. He was no one's prisoner, much less this scraggy tom's. "Let me elaborate. I know where your camp is. There was nothing stopping me from just popping in, but I waited. I am not your prisoner, nor will you treat me as such. Is that clear?" The calmness in his ocean blue eyes never wavered, nor did he ever take any threatening motion towards the other tom. Omega radiation an aura of authority and power. He had confidence from certainty. Any action this tom took against him would come back to bite him before long.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Nov 7, 2020 17:38:58 GMT -5
Tornadoblast was not put off by this tom's show of authority. As a warrior of his clan, he had his own authority over intruders. "If you already know so much about NightClan then you would know that all strangers brought into our camp are prisoners until they prove their loyalty." That was true except for kits found on their lands. Flamingstar started the prison they had at camp and the rules surrounding it. "I hold nothing against you personally. You've been cordial and haven't threatened me, however as a warrior of NightClan I have to do one of two things whenever I come across a stranger on or near our territory. I either have to defend our territory by chasing off any threats or bring the stranger to our camp as a prisoner. I'm only following orders. How you are treated once we get to camp is up to Flamingstar, not me. So it's up to you. If you want to come to our camp, that's the only way."
He shook his head. "I never said I knew much about NightClan's workings. I know NightClan lives in a cave underground because you all hate sunlight or something, and I know where that place is." He did not care for how the place worked. He knew that he and Flamingstar could do some more damage together, and he could have something more to give to her Clan in the future. "As for your two 'choices', you couldn't do one in your dreams and the other just won't happen." He waved his tail and pushed past the tom. "Come on. I'm sure you have more important things to do with your day than argue. I certainly do."
Post by Whitemuzzle on Nov 9, 2020 17:22:04 GMT -5
Never having confronted a rogue like this tom before, Tornadoblast was a bit baffled to say the least. The others he had challenged in the past left the border on their own, except for one he had to fight first before the rogue decided it was better to leave. A grim smile played at his lips briefly as he thought about the scratches he gave that rogue to remember him by.
He was taken by surprise as the stranger brushed by him. "Yes, I do too," Tornadoblast replied as he caught up to the other tom. He could tell he didn't want to fight otherwise he would have jumped him already. Secretly he was pleased by this because he really didn't want to face this one in a battle. He looked like he'd be a formidable opponent. Perhaps he really did have business to conduct with his leader. "Good choice," he meowed trying to keep the upper paw as he led the way back to the camp.
"You're right, you did make a good choice." He fired back. Omega had control of the situation. That's how he liked it, and this tom clearly would not speak up beyond a quick quip. He kept pushing the pace himself so he could stay on step or just one behind with the other tom. After some time in silence, he broke it again. "Were you born here, or did you make your home here?"
Post by Whitemuzzle on Nov 14, 2020 17:24:52 GMT -5
Annoyed by the stranger's attitude, Tornadoblast decided not to banter words with him anymore. It wasn't worth the aggravation. So continuing in silence suited him just fine. Flamingstar would take care of this arrogant tom when they got to the camp. After walking for awhile, he began to cool off some so he was ready to talk when the tom posed his question.
"I come from a long line of NightClan cats," he replied. "I don't know how many generations really."
"I see. Deep ties I suppose? Shame. There's so much more to see." His voice was not harsh or judgmental. He just saw this as a statement of fact. "I'm from a dead group, Toxicity, along with the rest of my family. The best thing I ever did was leave." He chuckled. "Who knows, you might even like the feeling of the sun on your fur."
Post by Whitemuzzle on Nov 17, 2020 17:32:18 GMT -5
Tornadoblast thought about what the stranger said concerning more to see. He had wondered what other parts of the world looked like but never really had the 'wander lust'. He was happy with his life in NightClan. He couldn't imagine anything being better.
"Not really," he replied. "I've had to do a few daytime patrols but the sun was too bright for my liking. I prefer the cool of the night and the light of the moon." He paused before continuing. "So you're from Toxicity. I've heard tales about those cats." He wasn't going to admit that they were mostly nursery tales told to him to make him behave when he was just a little kit. "Oh, by the way, I don't think we properly introduced ourselves. I'm Tornadoblast."
He snorted. "Well, if you came out here in the middle of the summer then I could understand that. The nights are better then, but in the winter nothing beats the Sun." Omega knew plenty about harsh winters from his time in Toxicity. There always used to be snow on the ground, even in the middle of the summer. It was perhaps only marginally warmer than WinterClan.
"Hmm, tales of our dissolution maybe? Shame what my successor did. Moving to the city killed our chances for survival. She failed to consider why we let it be rogue territory before." The group's death still left a bitter taste in his mouth. He sighed and flexed his claws. Whatever. She was dead as she deserved. "I'm Omega."
Post by Whitemuzzle on Nov 24, 2020 14:55:52 GMT -5
The name sounded unfamiliar to his ears but he wasn't going to say that to Omega. They already had a rough start. If he was going to stay around NightClan, it would be best not to antagonize the stranger unnecessarily. He looked like he would be a formidable opponent.
"Actually, no," the gray tom admitted. "It's true I've heard the clan, er... group, disbanded but I never knew why. I guess what I heard was older stories about the members and how they behaved. Most of what I was told was probably a lot of exaggerations." And maybe not, he added to himself. "For example, I heard that Toxicity left their sick, wounded, and elderly cats to fend for themselves. That goes against the Warrior Code that we follow."
He scoffed. "The Warrior Code? Don't get me started. You all follow that until the times get tough, and then you'll act like a bunch of rogues. It's not a bad thing. It's nature. Toxicity supported that. We didn't leave our weak to fend for themselves, but we pushed them to be self sufficient. Everyone had to contribute." They too once had a code, but he never learned it. It was irrelevant to him. "Trust me, abandon that code of yours and you'll be free. It's a chain holding you down."
Post by Whitemuzzle on Nov 27, 2020 19:37:51 GMT -5
"What? Abandon the Warrior Code?" He shook his head as if he couldn't believe what he had just heard. It's the whole foundation of clan life. If there weren't any Warrior Code, clan cats wouldn't be any better than rogues. Tornadoblast was taught that compassion and duty to one's clan is what sets clans and rogues apart. He didn't realize how much so until now.
"No, it's not a chain that holds us down," he replied. "It's an invisible bond that keeps us together. Looking after the well being of each member makes us strong. Cats who care only for themselves only have themselves when trouble comes. Each cat in a clan has each other."
"It's not an invisible bond. I guarantee your clan would fall apart in real disaster. Look at WaterClan, BrookClan, and all the others. They had a code just like you, but disaster struck and they fell apart. You're fooling yourself if you think NightClan won't do the same." The code meant nothing once disaster struck. In the end, NightClan was no different than the rest of them. It would fall apart if something flooded the territory or some other natural disaster. "It's superficial order. I'm just trying to warn you. I have nothing to gain. My group disbanded years ago."
Post by Whitemuzzle on Dec 8, 2020 15:58:42 GMT -5
"Well, you have the right to think whatever you want," Tornadoblast replied realizing neither one of them was going to convince the other. "But for me, I'll follow what I've been brought up with until it proves to be unreliable." He had heard about the clans Omega mentioned but he really didn't know what caused them to fall apart. Although he did place a niggling little doubt in his head.
Deciding to change the subject, he asked, "If I can ask, are you going to ask Flamingstar if you can join us?"
He let it go as well. If the other tom was too stubborn to realize his errors, then he had no reason to convince him otherwise. In the end, Tornadoblast's failures would haunt him and his family, and Omega couldn't give a damn what happens to them. He had done his good deed for the month. The tabby nodded. "Yes, but I expect it will be more of a formality. I expect she will agree. If not, then I'll leave. As I said, I'm no one's prisoner."
Post by Whitemuzzle on Dec 9, 2020 17:56:57 GMT -5
Tornadoblast twitched his ears. He didn't know of any exceptions to the imprisonment rule but figured there always could be a first. Besides NightClan didn't used to have a prison in the first place. In fact it had been established only recently. "After this little bit of talking with you, I can see what you say is probably true," he replied. "Your whole demeanor suggests that you're not one who would tolerate prison life." He could see by Omega's build that he would be difficult to keep in prison if he didn't want to be there. "Actually, I don't like this whole prison idea myself. If a cat wants to join us, there should be a trial period, you know, a time of adjustment for the newcomer but in my opinion they shouldn't be kept as a prisoner. As for enemies though," he paused as he jumped over a small branch, "they should be run off or as a last resort killed."
