Foglclan cats pre-rp [Together in Faith}

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((This pre-rp is primarily to help me develop Volepelt, but I'd love to have some fun along the way ^^ This thread is for Spec, Whiskers and Wolf, but if you wanna join ask... and I just might let you ;P))

Volepelt strode through the forest, anger and annoyance radiating from his very form. A look of subdued hate was etched onto his face, waiting to break free as soon as showing such dislike wouldn't put him in danger.

How could she? How could Owlstar be so... lieniant? How could she just let the clan rules be so easily stretched?

The brown tom was seething. His rage had been threatening to break through for some moons, and today it had finally made an appearance. It had only needed a small push, and that small push had occured today in the form of one comment.

He shook his head as he continued to stalk along, trying to wipe the idle thoughts from his head. He knew that having such a hate dirtied his mind, it made him unpure. As much as he wanted to punish all those non-believers in his clan, Starclan would not tolerate such bitterness. After all, he couldn't do anything about them now, could he? One day he would lead Fogclan to purity, making it a perfect clan, but now was not the day. Until then, he would have to keep quiet about his distaste until Starclan gave him the power to change things and until showing such things would not put him in danger.

Volepelt forced himself to sit down to calm himself.

Idle thoughts are not constructive, you will now do something with some worth, he told himself.

Volepelt smiled, reciting his own beliefs to himself. He decided he would go and hunt. That was constructive, after all. However, before he did that he needed to calm himself down... or he would scare all the prey away.

He gazed around the clearing, attempting to make his annoyance vanish and be replaced with pure thoughts. The brown tom looked almost blissful as he took in the surroundings, a great happiness entering his soul as he looked at Starclan's work. Starclan was in everything here, in the creatures, the plants and even the air. He thanked them quietly for his life and for everything he knew and loved, feeling a true warmth enter his soul.

He was sure Starclan could understand his exasperation, but in the end he knew it had been stupid to get so worked up. After all, he'd fix things in the end. He just had to be patient...

[Whiskers]

Rowanheart loved the forest. He had always felt that it was his true home and that, as long as he had a patch of trees, he could find happiness. The smells, the sights, it all soothed him, and at a moment like this, he needed soothing. It was the same old, same old-- Frostpaw was being a downright, nasty, disagreeable, moody badger and Finchpaw was off doing things that he shouldn't be doing. He wondered if Brightnose ever even tried to discipline his son at all.

"Probably hardly gets lectured. Why he's so free spirited." He mumbled as he trotted along the leaves. As for Firepaw, he wasn't the worst, but he could be better. That tom just had problem focusing and keeping his thoughts in order. Firepaw would much rather go off and play like a kit than train.

But for now, Rowanheart put all that aside and just breathed in the nice, calm air and thought of all the good things in his life. There were plenty. He was in the best clan, he had two healthy sons (even if they infuriated him), he was healthy himself, and Starclan was watching.

Yes, all he needed was a walk to put things back into perspective. So what if Frostpaw was probably the biggest sinner in the history of the entire world? She would pay for it later.

The ginger tom paused as he saw a cat up ahead. Squinting, Rowanheart realized it was none other than one of his favorite warriors, Volepelt. While he himself rarely talked to Volepelt, he knew that the warrior was good and strong, calm and loyal, and a believer. That was all Rowanheart needed to know to warm up to the fellow. He happily strolled over to Volepelt, a new lift in his step as he thought of finally having a real conversation with the tom.

"Ah, hello there, Volepelt. Come to escape the bustle of the camp?" Rowanheart meowed pleasantly, wrapping his tail around his paws as he sat down.

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[Spec]

A brown pointed she-cat parted the foliage and stepped into the open. Her eyes were gleaming, having caught a vole and ate another for her breakfast. Starclan was in good spirits, granting her the strength to run down more fresh kill that she needed. Weren't they always so generous in providing for her and the clan? But at that thought, her own intentions darkened, ever so slightly; the mist faded from her eyes and left her with a dark and foreboding look. As much as she didn't like to admit it, she knew that some of her clan didn't deserve Starclan's good graces and provide them with food from her jaws. Those that pretended to be Starclan's warriors wouldn't be so fortunate, and certainly shouldn't provoke any sort of concern on her part, but guilt ran through her soul and as much as she wanted to turn away and stalk back into the bushes to devour the extra vole in secret, denying them a chance of her precious gift, there was a small tiny spark of hope that perhaps they would shun their life of non-believing and embrace Staclan's light. Of course, chance was only given to those of FogClan, those poor souls who wandered without guidance and very soon, acceptance. Others might be unfazed with the impurity of their Clan, but Thornpelt couldn't ignore the fact that she curled up in the warrior's den at night with the sheer knowledge of their presence. It seemed that every strand of fur bristled with unease, pale sea foam eyes narrowed dangerously and purposefully ahead, the vole clamped tightly in her jaws with no room for mercy.

But then she paused, casting her senses off her like a discarded sheet of negative emotion. There was no wisdom, only foolishness if she believed that she could just march up to Owlstar and claw at her face for her insolence towards StarClan. Either way, FogClan needed change.With all these blasphemers in our midst, one would think Owlstar would cleanse the clan herself, but nooo. With a brief snort, the she-cat padded through the forest, unable to rid herself of the thought of her beloved clan walking into their own demise, into oblivion without Starclan's guidance. Dew dripping foliage and brush winked at her, the magic of Starclan visible in every fiber of her being. She imaged some sort of motherly love for nature and everything touched by their goodness, for every beauty that surrounded her was shared with the promise of a better life, and life avidly devoted towards Starclan where not just a few chosen members of Fogclan believed, but every single cat in the forest would uphold their entire religion in high regards. Thornpelt was so engulfed in her train of thought, that she nearly passes Volepelt and Rowanheart with any sort of indication of his presence. It wasn't like she was oblivious to the fact, and swiftly scolded herself for thinking so...brashly. Keeping her bold thoughts to herself, she knew all too well of the brown tom's faith, and took immediate pleasure in his company.

With a pleasant smirk, if one could call it pleasant, the she-cat brushed her pelt daintily against his in friendly greeting. She dipped her head to deposit the vole from her jaws onto the moist soil and glanced up at her fellow warrior."Good morning, Volepelt, Rowanheart. Starclan's blessing to you." She greeted her fellow comrades with a renewed sincerity, eyelids fluttering ever so slightly as she eyed the brown warrior and ginger warrior where they stood. Volepelt,however, seemed to have the last lines of thought written upon his features, and she could guess upon where his thoughts lingered, but she didn't question, knowing Starclan worked alongside this tom as well as she, and could trust him. Her brown pointed tail flickered over his shoulder, ending curtly as she motioned to the opposite direction."If you're thinking of hunting, Starclan showed me a wonderful place where families of vole nest." She chuckled, the sound almost melodic, a certain ring to it as she exerted the sound from her throat."If you're hungry now, though, you're welcome to have my catch." Her sea foam eyes gleamed up at them, arching her brow expectantly as she stayed about a foxlength beside them. Using her ivory kissed paws, she nudged the limp body of the vole towards them, glad that she could help other fellow believers. Unlike that Starclan forsaken Owlstar! She yowled into the confines of her mind. Both toms she considered handsome, and couldn't help but twist her head over her shoulder and allow her tongue to swipe over her fur in a brief self-conscious moment.

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Volepelt looked up, realising that not one, but 2 cats had joined him in quick succession. How strange... if he hadn't known that there were higher forces at work, he would have thought that this was a weird occurance. Yet, as soon as he registered who the cats were, he couldn't help smile at how perfectly Starclan worked. Not only had they manuvered one of the few fellow enlightened cats to the same place at the same time, but two of them.

Volepelt was struck once again with awe for the mystical cats he loved and followed with the whole of his heart. They worked strangely and cryptically, he had to admit, but he could perfectly understand why They had brought this about. This was yet another sign of how change was inevitable in his clan, for Starclan had brought together the perfect union needed to overthrow the corrupt Owlstar.

Volepelt greeted them both with a nod of the head, Rowanheart first and Thornpelt second. His calm exterior cracked into a warm laugh;

"You could say that, Rowanheart." He said warmly, showing an affection he rarely gave. He was in the company of cats he could trust, cats who knew the truth. It made him feel comfortable enough to bless them with a show of happiness.

Then he turned towards Thornpelt. It seemed that the pretty she-cat had picked up on his urge to go hunting, which just showed to him again how connected these cats were with him. He was pleased that she had somewhere to suggest... he'd been wandering aimlessly in his anger, with no clear destination to go to. He smiled at her, enjoying the sound of her tuneful chuckle as he opened his mouth to reply. However, to Volepelt's surprise, she offered an alternative which wiped the smile from his jaws.

Something always had to go and ruin it all, didn't it?

His previously friendly exterior vanished as his anger resurfaced in a rush. His eyes narrowed, horror and then disgust passing over his face as he watched the she-cat push a mouse towards him. His eyes remained upon it as her words sank in. He couldn't believe what he was hearing...

How could it be? A cat he respected, a cat who he had believed to be pure, was not only breaking the code herself but tempting him to break it! Of all the cats he knew, he had expected better than that from her.

His fur prickled as he gazed up at her, a cold look of anger upon his face, "So, you are suggesting we break the warrior code, eh? I thought more of you." He paused, "No, I don't want your temptations, thankyou. I will have mine when the warrior code permits it."

[Spec]

How convineint was it that all three of her trusted comrades would appear at the same place, at the same time? Of course, this was her second round for this morning, another sleepless night biting at her heels. It seemed to have been ages since she ever got a goodnight sleep, but whatever reason for Starclan to rouse her, she trusted it to be in good fortune. Even now, this morning, she was was again roused from her sleep and beckoned to the forest, not once but twice, hunting and bringing back fresh kill and making the best of what Starclan shared with her. It certainly was a treat, to say in the least, to share this glorious morning with both Rowanheart and Volepelt, both whom had earned her respect many times over. She could remember every whisper of mistrust or discontentment whenever Rowanheart opened his mouth to better either his sons or his apprentice. She was still surprised at his selflessness code of honor, but obviously the rest of the Clan had been blinded by his words and misread him behind his back. Every time, she wanted to claw off their fur, leave them jaded to the very words the uttered, but calmly held her raging temper at bay, eyes rolling and donning a poison laid smirk upon her maw before brushing passed. They too would be punished, all in good time.

She soaked up Volepelt's acknowledgment of her presence, fueling her vanity as she smoothed down the last bit of fur into a glossy finish. But then to her surprise, she was thrown off as he finished regarding her kill. The familiar smile that graced his maw vanished in a blink of an eye. At first she was skeptical. Was there something wrong with it? She scoffed with a mental sarcastic bite. By his words, she was completely taken aback, ears flattening against her skull as her own sweet facade melted from her figure."Save it for the others, Volepelt..." She hissed softly, slightly hurt that he would think such a thing of her. To disrespect the warrior code was going against the teachings of Starclan. Such a thing was simply unheard of."How many times have you gone out to hunt this morning?" She continued, her voice growing notably stronger at each syllable, but her voice was still contained, still collected as she stared at him calculatingly."With all my missed sleep, I thought I would hit the forest first light. This is my third time, and I have already provided the clan with plenty of fresh kill." She halted briefly, stealing another breath of fresh air before daintily settling down upon her dusty brown haunches. The she-cat stifled a sigh, the last remnants of her lyrics drifting upon the air as she glanced up at the cloud tinged sky, warmed by the ever present gaze of Starclan burning upon her pelt. Encouraged, she locked her sea foam optics upon the brown tom, daring him to accuse her of anything else he forgot to mention. But she understood his anger, and sympathized with his frustration. It seemed her two friends have been as upset about the general spiritual health of FogClan as well, so she couldn't hold a grudge against Volepelt. Who knew, maybe she'd need him in the future. Her tail flicked to rest gently on his shoulder, momentarily attempting to soothe him from his misdirected anger."The nests aren't too far away. I can take you to it." With those fading words, she padded forward with or without them, throwing them a backwards glance over her shoulder.

[Whiskers]

The sight of Thornpelt was all the more welcome to Rowanheart, who let a purr vibrate in his throat, readily accepting her by moving to the side, so the three cats could make a neat triangle. She was a very pretty she-cat, but one with a firm paw like none he had ever seen in a female before. He wondered, if Frostpaw was her apprentice, would she succeed in controlling her?

His brain stopped him in that instant. Enough of Frostpaw! Enough of his family for the moment! These things seemed to be the center of all thoughts, and no matter how many times he could circle them and rethink them, it would only end up giving him a headache. Don't ruin this wonderful conversation. Bask it in.

The moment, however, turned sour. Rowanheart's ears perked and a moment of confusion set in. What was Volepelt so uptight about? He was always very warm toward them, kindhearted and jovial, but he had gravitated to a colder side alien to both Rowanheart and Thornpelt. However, the mystery was soon solved. Rowanheart himself was not nearly as uptight about the warrior code (though he knew the great importance of it, as it was Starclan's holy rules) and would have slipped up easily and taken the prey that Thornpelt had offered. Volepelt had a keener eye it seemed, and a better memory. Rowanheart wouldn't put it past him if he could recite the entire code right here, right now, if asked.

Thornpelt quickly defended herself against Volepelt's accusation. Both cats were clearly just as stubborn as the other and Rowanheart stepped forward, ready to place "peace maker" if he had to. But ah, Thornpelt's fiesty side came to show and before he could open his mouth to comment, she had turned on her heel and was bouncing away with plenty of confidence. He couldn't help but smile and shake his head at her attitude. He could see how it could get her in trouble, but Rowanheart viewed it as a more endearing trait. Nothing better than a she-cat with sass, in his opinion.

"Well, I suppose she isn't giving us a choice, now is she?" He said lightly. "To the nests!" And then he padded after Thornpelt, hoping that Volepelt would let her tiny slip-up go for now. Cats were sinners after all but Starclan was merciful. If Starclan could forgive the ivory she-cat, Rowanheart certainly would as well.

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Volepelt watched the female's calm exterior disintergrate before his harsh insinuation. The cold, almost hostile, look she seemed to have did not bother him in the slightest. Why should it? Starclan knew he was in the right, as he had had the sense to think before her actions. If the she-cat was offended, it was her problem. After all, he had helped her become a little more self aware, she should be thanking him.

Volepelt, however, could feel himself relaxing regardless. He had made a mistake, and he was more glad than embarrassed about it. It seemed he had underestimated the female, though keeping her in her place would not have gone amiss. When he lead Fogclan, as Starclan had promised him he would, she would not dare hiss at him like that. However, despite his ideologies regarding females, he found her sassiness somewhat amusing for some reason that was lost on him. He did like her, and he was very very glad she had proved herself to be purer than he had thought.

Volepelt let his coldness melt into a smooth smile, making him look completely unruffled by the experience.

"Ah, that's alright then." He said chirpily, calling to the female. That was the only apology-style comment she was going to get, there was no way he was grovelling to a female.

"Yes," he affirmed to both of them, running to catch Rowanheart up. "Let us go and take pleasure from Starclan's bounty. Where about is that nest, Thornpelt?"

[Spec]

If she had really lost her temper, than Volepelt wouldn't have been so serene, as she caught on the last clinging words of one of the most pathetic apologies she's every heard. It was futile to think about ruffling her fur the wrong way, though. Her eyes glanced up at the clouds, the fantasy returning to her that could only mean reality. Starclan had made her stronger with that experience, showing that she was willing to protect any shred of hope that Owlstar would pick her to one day lead Starclan, provided that Starclan would push that religiously lethargic lout in the right direction. Volepelt, however strongly he felt, would be wise to not upset her again, even if she could manage a decent ounce of respect for the brown tom. Insults hardly suited him, though she couldn't misplace the nagging feeling in the back of her mind; that look in his eye when he suspected her of breaking the Code.Do I look like that when I'm angry? Great Starclan... The she-cat shook her head solemnly, understanding that if she ever allowed herself to succumb to her anger again, her clanmates could easily discipher her intentions and punish her. Her ears swerved, a sound growing and approaching fast. Shifting her weight, she made no move to turn and greet Rowanheart as he padded up beside her, a smile donning his face with little indication that he was affected by the brief confrontation at all.

Dear Rowanheart... She mused silently, casting him a sideways smirk.You are too naive. And even easier to manipulate. He was always willing to please her, to prove that her loyalty and friendship meant something. Starclan shared with her that perhaps this was a tom to further bond with, either way, if he played his cards right, his chances of coming in at a close second by her side seemed nearly imaginable. By again Volepelt stole into her mind. She would have to make her decision when her assertion into leader would come, ultimately, she would have to distinguish which tom would be best fit to rule below her, and treat them accordingly with Starclan's blessing. She threw a light smile across her maw, ears flickering when she heard the brown tom finally catch up to them. Brow arched nonchalantly, she padded forward, tasting the tang of her words before allowing herselt the pleasure of uttering them."Not too far ahead." Her voice was tinged with a certain wryness, her sarcasm building with every breathe she took. She scented the grounds ahead, nostrils twitching delicately. Once the trio had traveled a few more minutes, she paused mid-step, before slowly bring her front paw forward, eagerly. It was only a couple foxlengths away, and easy spring, where she would uncover nests of vole and mouse, all strewn together in a complex maze of foliage."Here..." Automatically, she urged her company for silence with a lowered flick of her tail. No use warning the prey of her presence. Dropping down into her predatory crouch, she padded forward on deft paws. A single body, framed by long grasses, sat cleaning its whiskers, oblivious to the killer just moments away. Using her hind legs as kick springs, she launched herself forward, cupping the tiny creature in her paws before throwing the mouse into the air and catching it within her jaws, letting out a barely disconcerting purr as she bit down on the mouse's tender flesh. She trusted her comrades were after other quarry, knowing as well as she did that it was no use trailing after the same piece of prey.

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