A Storm is Rising(open)

[nomstar]

TAGS
Any cats who are defo joining the group or allying themselves with him:
Sand, Fernstripe, Roselocke, Whiteleaf, Carotius
All rogues are welcome to join and check out the group. The more the merrier! I am going to say that some cats have already arrived, so that he can make his announcement. Feel free to ask any questions OOC or IC. I know it is in rogue territory, but loners are welcome too.

The dark brown tabby bounded through the forest, enjoying the feel of ferns brushing against his side and the wind buffeting his fur. His amber eyes gleamed in the shadows of the forest. Just then he emerged into a clearing. Bright, lush grass coated the clearing and a stream trickled down one edge, reflecting the midday sun. A few cats were already gathered in the clearing for the meeting. He lept up onto a fallen oak and let out a yowl to get the cats attention. He looked down upon them. Welcome, assorted rogues and loners. My name is Tiger and I am the leader of Rising Storm. Some of you may already know what has happened to me. but in short, I was rejected by may family and my own clan. They told me that I wasn't good enough to be one of them. So I left. but I have also sworn revenge. He paused to catch his breath before continuing. If any of you wish to join me in my quest then you are welcome. It would be a wise choice, considering that you will get prey, shelter and be trained in combat be the best of the best. He padded to one side of the fallen tree and sat down. If any of you want to join me, then speak now. 

[Carotius]

OOC: Will this be taking place some time after the border scuffle AND the StormClan ambush? My timeline may be screwy, otherwise. XD If yes, then Tiger would have invited Varuin to attend the gathering after those scuffles. ^^

Sunhigh was coming. Numerous cats that usually littered the Twolegplace had been out earlier, confusing those who remained. Had they abandoned the maze of dens and paths in a mass migration to a better home? No. Not at all. They were all headed for a particular spot of grassy clearing behind the quietest rows of Twoleg dens, chattering away of one of the biggest gatherings to happen since the first loners moved here.

Varuin held his tail high as he balanced on a high branch, walking quickly but gracefully across it, barely stirring the leaves that clustered around him. The scent of birch, squirrel and starling tickled his nostrils, but he was not hungry for prey. Dark cinnamon paws launched his silver tabby body across to the next tree, landing light on them with practised ease, while his hardened brown eyes scanned the grounds below. With a satisfied smirk, he sat down on the very branch, listening to a dark brown tabby standing upon a fallen tree, addressing a crowd of cats below.

"Well met, Tiger," his deep purr echoed as he dropped off the branch and onto the log. "I'm pleased to have been invited here, after our little meeting with those Clan rats."

[Sand]

A white tom with icy-blue eyes made his way to the clearing he came to the clearing just as he heard a cat called Tiger starting the meeting. He sat down by himself when he reached the meeting place and fixed his icy-blue orbs on the cat called Tiger. It had been moons since he had been exiled by Stormclan and he had forgotten what it meant to get shelter from someone else. He listened to Tiger until the end and smirked his eyes gleaming. He would help this cat with his plans and he would also try and get his revenge on Stormclan. He had already killed a few Stormclan cats but now he would be able to accomplish more. 'If it weren't for Stormclan my father would still be alive,' he thought getting to his paws. "Oh, I'll gladly join in on the fun," Whiteclaw called out.

[nomstar]

OOC: I'm going to say after the border scuffle and maybe after the Stormclan ambush... Hm... Yes......

He looked down at Varuin, pleased that he had come along. Yes, they got what they deserved. He looked over as another cat spoke up. Oh I'll gladly join in on the fun. He smirked and jumped down from the log. Hestood in front of the tom. Of course, but may I ask who you are? Again, he found himself looking up at the tom. I wish I was bigger! He almost growled in frustration. Being only 9 moons, he was smaller than most cats. but no one would dare tell me that, or they wouldn't live to see another sunrise. 

[Sand]

Whiteclaw smiled when the younger tom approached him but the smile didn't reach his eyes. "What is a name really? Just something someone calls themselves. Names aren't very important unless they are used to strike fear in your enemies. The clans as of right now are a nuisance to me," he said. "They call me Whiteclaw, it has been awhile since I've used that name myself. I was once a warrior of Stormclan, all I wanted was to make Stormclan into the most feared clan and they exiled me," he meowed. "Is that enough information to give you some insight of who I am? " he asked.

[Carotius]

I'm tagging Puddlesdog because of a previous thread.

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Varuin sat on the fallen tree, observing the proceedings between Tiger and the tom who claimed to be an exile of StormClan. He called himself Whiteclaw, as it seemed. StormClan, eh? I've done a bit of revenge for you. His tail tip twitched in curiosity and slight impatience as he waited for them. When they finally had a break in their conversation, Varuin padded up to meet them.

"Exile of StormClan, you say? You'll be glad to know we sent some of their bloodied hides running not too long ago," he meowed, flicking an ear in triumph at the memory. "There may be more, and Tiger's plan neatly coincides with mine."

As the silver rogue spoke, his brown eyes searched the mass of cats; he sifted through the wide and wild assortment of pelts and eyes, or teeth and claws, all in hopes of pinpointing one particular cat among them all. He hoped that one cat kept his word to attend this gathering. To support him. To follow him. To exact revenge they both wanted. If that cat didn't come...Varuin put the thought aside for now.

[nomstar]

Tiger was pleased with Whiteclaw. This tom would be an asset to him. I can use Whiteclaw. Any cat who dislikes the clans will fit right in. He sat down and curled his tail round his white paws. He watched curious;y as Varuin paused to look at the cats around him. Is he expecting someone...? Tiger stood and shook out his fur. What did it matter? He had Varuin and Whiteclaw on his side. Although, he hoped for more to join...

[Puddlesdog]

Hutch walked with pride through the lands ahead. He would be late, as that was casual, or maybe he would be just in time. His teeth glinted in the rays of sun. As his paws hit the ground in a trot, Hutch kept finding himself wondering if this was really worth it.. He stopped suddebly at the sound of voices, his neck fur rising. His claws scrapped the ground as he started towards the area. Finding the one cat, who seemed to be looking for him. "Varuin, I made it. Confusing directions you gave me." He meowed, his voice rough from not talking. His large frame stood out against the smaller one, Tiger was it? Hutch flicked his ear, bunching his muscles, which were large and unmoving due to so many years of fighting and.. killing. His eyes searched Varuin, the other ton looked in place. His bulking forum was large, perhaps, he smiled, he was larger then Varuin. "Hello all." He said roughly, nodding breifly in majority of cats directions.

Carotius heh.. Is he larger then Varuin?

[Deleted]

OOC: May I join?

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Satash was being the curios cat she is, and decided to go into the forest. She padded in, deeper and deeper until she heard voices. 'There's cats here too?' she thought as she simply walked to the sources of the voices, not caring if she's noisy or not. The light orange cat with white fur bounded cheerfully into the middle, her leaf-green eyes glistening.

"Hey! What's going on here?" she exclaimed loudly, but happily. Her bushy tail waving behind her. Her leaf-like gaze scanned the place, it looked nice. 'Woah, do these cats own this place?' she thought.

[nomstar]

OOC: @frostheart, of course! I was just cracking up when I thought about how much bigger the others are than Tiger XD

Tiger looked over at the newcomer. Why is everyone so much bigger than me? He stood on his tiptoes and made an effort to look taller. Hello, he mewed smoothly. Welcome to my gathering, may I ask who you are? I haven't seen you around...? I wonder if he will want to join my group? The thought whizzed through his mind and excitement filled up in his belly. This is going so well! Now I know that Varuin is definitely on my side and I have at least one ally. This new guy looks promising, should I- That thought was interrupted as a ginger pelt whizzed into the meeting and a friendly voice called out Hey! What's going on here? He padded over to her and put his nose in her face. A meeting of sorts, he whispered slowly, would you care to join? She looks too easy to manipulate...

[Deleted]

OOC: Hehe, I'm pretty sure that Satash is the same size! ^

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"A meeting?" she said out loud. Once the next question was fired, she almost instantly said yes. She opened her mouth to speak, but then closed it back again so she could think about this decision. 'Should I? Or should I not? That is the question.' she thought, and decided to ask. "What's the meeting about though?" she questioned, tilting her head a little as her green eyes flashed in curiosity.

[Carotius]

OOC: Puddlesdog I always had this thought that Varuin had grown up to be slightly larger than Hutch, but maybe they're the same size. ^^ Or are you referring to Whiteclaw?

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Varuin's eyes gleamed with malicious approval when he spotted the familiar orange-pelted bulk of his former caretaker weave through the gathered mass of cats, ragged ears flicking incessantly as if flies were buzzing around his head, but the younger rogue knew he was only doing so to will away the feeling of apprehension as the roving eyes of cats followed him down to the front, Varuin's calculating brown ones included. As Hutch made it to the fallen tree, he looked up at his former charge with the pale green eyes that resembled the leaves in the late stages of being alive.

What is it that you're thinking? The silver rogue narrowed his eyes to slits as he evened his gaze with the orange rogue. Something was in those green eyes. Disagreement? Doubt? Varuin's heart skipped a single beat at the thought of his mentor coming all the way to tell him he'd change his mind. Or that he shouldn't be doing this. Something to dissuade him from this revengeful rampage... anything to stop him. With a soft and almost unheard snarl, he continued to observe the other tom, waiting until he had his tail high in pride, and his husky meow finally cracking into the chatter of the amassed cats.

"My directions were vague yet obvious. You found us either way," he rumbled in his throat, turning back to Tiger. "Hutch, this is the cat named Tiger I mentioned to you about. Tiger, this is Hutch - he trained me when I was a much younger tom, about your age. You might not have seen him around because you haven't fully explored Twolegplace, as it seems."

Perhaps Tiger could be the asset to keep Hutch's mind in the revenge plot. If this young tom, barely older than a kit, could be convincing enough in his plans to destroy the Clans, then maybe the older tom would stay on Varuin's side, until their scores with LeafClan were settled once and for all. Wrapping his tail neatly around his paws, the large silver tabby waited, striped tail swishing in the most eerie displays of piqued interest in the conversation.

[nomstar]

 My meeting. I'm looking for cats who would be willing to join me. He didn't speak of the plan just yet. She doesn't strike me as the...revenge type. He padded away from her and back towards Varuin and his friend. He sat down and listened to the introduction. He began to wash his paw. Yes, I prefer to stay in the forest. He hadn't really been into the twoleg place before, but Tiger wasn't going to let the others know. So Hutch, what brings you here?

[Puddlesdog]

"Varuin, I agree but honestly describing could have been better." He meowed, his orange maw opening to give a few words before snapping shut. His green eyes searched Varuin, something about his face worried him deeply, vengeance? His gaze stayed trained on the Tom before falling on the smaller cat again. Rarely using his voice with other cats was not a good thing in this case. His whiskers twitched in greeting, more of a show of respect. "Greetings Tiger. I have heard of you, wonderful you make happen.." He said adding his charm. Hutch gave a devilish smile, one that fleamed in the broad sunlight. "I seek vengeance on the ones you call clan cats." He answered swiftly, the rest of the reason made him seem soft, something he would not permit. Hutch felt his green gaze wonder around the area, eyes narrowed as always.

Carotius nomstar yes about Varuin, hmm either will do! Nomnom, I cracked up as I realized how out numbered Tiger must feel.