PLOT: Storm's arrival

[me]

This thread is for the plot. All of GaleClan may post.

This is what is going to happen in this thread:

Group led by Storm pretends to be tired, hungry loners and "just nice, friendly cats" sadly bringing bad news. They go to GaleClan first because the cat who was chosen as leader by StarClan seems to have vanished, and the clan is in chaos. Empty leadership position... and sure enough, when the clan sees Storm's skill and intelligence, they overwhelmingly call for him to be made for leader, and he accepts. He does not go to the Moonglass yet, however. For his deputy, he chooses a GaleClan cat, Goldenleaf the ocelot.

Storm and his followers were panting. They had been traveling hard and fast for the last few days, only stopping to sleep and barely to hunt, and once for a few hours to decide which clan to target with their bad news and offer of help. Their rundown appearance just added to the illusion they were trying to protect, of them being just kind, helpful cats rushing to the aid of others, unaware, in danger.

GaleClan, it seemed, was the best option. Their enemies had attacked ThornClan already, and MireClan was already too strong to need any help they could offer. BreezeClan would be useless -- arguments breaking out left and right, cats defying their leader's orders...

But GaleClan was holding itself together pretty well, although it was small enough to require help in fighting a war. And it had an empty leadership position. Storm was willing to give up strength in numbers, for a chance at getting so high a position.

He didn't have it yet, though. And anyway, they would probably want to choose a cat from within their own ranks... but still, any chance was better than nothing, right?

They charged into the camp and immediately flopped down. The only one that remained standing was Storm, and he did that with difficulty, his legs trembling. It wasn't a show. It was real. That was why he had insisted on traveling so hard. Anything to add a bit of credibility to their story. "Cats..." he began weakly, and then coughed and tried again. "Cats of GaleClan! I have news!"

[Owlgaze]

Rainfall immediately sprang to his paws as he heard the noise of cats trampling through the bush. The squirrel he had been eating flew to the side, forgotten. He turned to face the noise, he couldn't imagine what it could be. If it was an enemy clan attacking, he couldn't understand why they were being so loud. His mind thought of foxes and badgers and twolegs, something that came trampling through the bush to harm his weakened clan.

To his amazement, it was cats. They came bursting through the tunnel, a whole hoard of them. He didn't jump back as they came tumbling into the camp, on the contrary, when they all flopped over from exhaustion, except for one, he took a few steps forward. How dare these cats come into their camp? They had not been invited or announced.

"What news, who are you?" he yowled, outraged "What right do you have to be in our territory?" He knew that the others, Summerfeather for instance, might be mad at him for so openly challenging them, but what else was he supposed to do? He was here to protect the camp, not worry about making decisions other might not like.

[me]

"I'm... sorry..." Storm gasped, still trying to catch his breath. "Sorry... about that... impolite arrival... we had to get here fast as possible, though. Couldn't wait..."

He was shaking too hard to stand up, so he sat down awkwardly. "There is bad... cats around. Some of the rogues we used to know... we used to live in a group of about thirty cats... but only about ten of them are bad... they have some sort of plan to take over a clan, ThornClan, I think... we've already reached ThornClan, we couldn't get there in time, and we can't fight them, there's only four of us... the rest of the group we used to live with wanted to just stay out of everything and mind their own business, but we thought that we should come to tell you... warn you... help you chase off..."

[wolflover1458]

Whistlefalcon was coming back into camp a little after Storm got there. She saw Rainfall yelling at what looked like a bunch of loners. Amused, she decided to put on the "innocent apprentice" for them. She hadn't done it in forever, and it was fun. It let her know how cats acted to those below them. As long as Rainfall didn't ruin it, and she hoped he did, she could pretend to be an apprentice without even being one. Those were the advantages of being small. She would try to avoid having Rainfall say her name, because that would tip them off, and she didn't want them tipped off. Whistlefalcon approached the rogues with a look of great horror on her face, or maybe surprise. She sat down by Rainfall and stared at them.

Her pale blue eyes took in more than it appeared. She saw a bunch of scraggly loners, but that didn't scare her. She remembered that loner that had attacked Falcon and her before, and she was felt with the thoughts she had had then. If they called her kit, they were in for it. She was no kit, and no one had a right to call her that. Her face showed none of this. She was going to be careful around these loners, because they could be dangerous. She didn't care what anyone said, she would decide for herself whether or not she liked them. Just the fact they had barged in here caused her to dislike them. It was just like that other time, only there were more of them this time. Whistlefalcon looked at them with that same look on her face and said, in a soft whisper "Who are they?" As a warrior she should probably have asked them, but she didn't care about that much.