Two-leg play-place [Anti-TC camp, Anti-TC cats only]

[Elmo]

Rabbitnight had had restful sleep and now, stretching his heavyset form down the stairs he knew he was ready for a hardworking day. There were patrols to be set, apprentices to train, kits to make apprentices, and so much more on his agenda. But the day was only just beginning and with all the helpful paws he had around here he knew it would get down in a orderly, timely fashion.

The events of the party he'd thrown made him smirk slightly. He remembered his actions, wasn't effected by them. One with little emotion couldn't be effected by such... leisurely activities. Shrugging the thoughts aside he went in search of his deputy.

[§ Quinteea § - Making new Clan]

The blind elder scrapped a stick boredly. As she maimed the tree's former branch, she listened to her little brother, Beaverkit, try to get through to Stripedpaw, her nine moon old reble-brother. For siblings, Ghostsong was surprised how differant they were.
"Hey Stripedpaw!" Beaverkit mewed,
"Don't talk to me," the apprentice muttered
"Wanna see what Ghostsong tought me?"
"No,"
"I goes kinda like this..." The kit lowered himself and twisted himself untill his neck and head were almost strait up. He got prepared to jump, his un-excited brother muttered,
"I might need to be training soon,"
"Ready?" Not waiting for an answer, the pre-mature kit jumped up, with a twist, and raked the tabbys muzzle, his puny claws out as far as they go. As Beaverkit landed perfectly, his bad-sported brother stood up from were he was sitting. Blood barely trickled from his muzzle, but he was mad.
"You little-" He tried to swipe at him, but the kit dodged it. Luckily, he gave up, not thinking it was worth it.
Beaverkit bounded to Ghostsong and they broshed the tips of their tails together. It was a little thing they did to repersent a "high five," which was something two-legs did. Ghostsong had encountered a kittypet once who had chatted with her when she was way over the border durring late apprenticeship, two moon ago

[Elmo]

Seeing the blind she-cat the red tabby started toward her. He had been and still was well aware of her less then enthusiastic feelings about having been made an elder and he hadn't ever really discussed any of it with her. At the time they clan had been in a struggle to grow and soon after they'd been attacked by Thunderclan. Now however was as good a time as any.

"Ghostsong," Rabbitnight meowed in greeting. "How are you doing?"

[§ Quinteea § - Making new Clan]

"Fine," She said, not wanting to talk to him, but thr elder knew she couldn't say anything like she wanted to with the kits around, "You?" The light grey she-cat licked the top of Beaverkit's head.
"Hey!" He mewed,

Missingrain and Grizzlysplash returned to camp with a rabbit presseb between them and each holding a sparrow. They dropped the prey on the pile and split up.  Missingrain padded to Ghostsong and picked up Beaverkit, "I'llf waf him for ya," She murmured around the fur.


Sirenpaw cleaned out the elders den, bundleing the old moss to by thrown out together, while useing new, soft moss to make new nests.

[мαgι¢]

Greenpaw padded through camp and slid down a slide happily. She leaped up and climbed across the top of the monkey bars.

OOC: Greenpaw needs a mentor...

[Elmo]

♂ R A B B I T N I G H T
leader of anti-thunderclan
shorthaired red tabby coat with blue eyes

^{The red tabby shrugged his shoulders a bit, blue eyes flickering over her in cool calculation before he replied, "as always good." He could tell no amount of his generosity would soothe her anger, although he was surprised she was angry at all. Perhaps at first yes but what he'd done had been necessary, even if she couldn't see it. Shifting on his paws the clan leader decided that perhaps he shouldn't try to mend anything between them at all?}

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[Fiction, moving accounts]

Greyfire snarled as she climbed the rusted metal slide, dodging side to side. when she got to the top she lunged off and landed on a faded figure of a horse. She leaped strange molded shape to shape, pretending to be fighting one of those stupid thunderclaners.

(it's icefire.)

[Anthem | Erudite]

Once Sirenpaw was done, she was eager to dump the old moss out in the territory somewhere. It didn't smell that nice.

Once she returned, the dilute tortie looked around for something else to do. Maybe have a nap, talk to an apprentice, go hunting. Eh, she'd rather have a nap for now, but she wasn't tired. Possibly a rest in the sun. Nah.

Her yellow eyes scrutinized the camp boredly. If someone was willing to go with her, maybe a walk in the territory wouldn't be so bad.

[Kazkan Screws]

Thistlemask yawned as he strolled out of the warriors' den, golden eyes on the freshkill pile. "Time to go hunting," he muttered to himself, exiting the camp. "Anyone that wants to follow is welcome."

[§ Quinteea § - Making new Clan]

Missingrain looked up, wanting to go. But the shecat is now, appearantly, confined to the camp by her brother. She was expecting kits. 
Beaverkit swatted at a mossball

[Fiction, moving accounts]

"Sure!" replied the tortie and bloodstained red warrior. She padded to him.

[Anthem | Erudite]

"Can I?" Sirenpaw mewed, padding over to Thistlemask. She hoped her age wouldn't affect her being able to come.

[мαgι¢]

She's No Kittypet~ She's Pure Anti-ThunderClan.
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"I can come!" Greenpaw meowed. Her sleek black fur glistened in the sunlight as she padded over to the group of cats going hunting. "I'm okay at it. I could use some practice."

   

[Elmo]

♂ R A B B I T N I G H T
leader of anti-thunderclan

^{Hearing Thistlemasks call for a hunting patrol he nodded, although his thoughts weren't fully on the Night Whisperer. The red tabby had turned his attention to that of his allies and of the meeting he would hold.}

[ღ impression]

The large cougar had been sleeping in the clearing, gaurding camp on her own. Tail flicking, she got up, moving slowly over to Rabbitnight, she spoke, her voice somewhat rough in sound. "Rabbitnight, something seems to be bothering you." She rumbled, looking over her leader with slightly narrowed eyes.

Toxicshade looked at the large cougar and jumped slightly. She still hadn't gotten used to seeing the large female up earlier than her.