Post by » Sacrifice on Jun 17, 2009 12:26:46 GMT -5
Dimitri the rogue.
The large deep brown tom wasn't comfortable with being around the clan cats, that much was obvious as he walked through the forests of MapleClan, the kits leading the way to camp. His dark eyes were narrowed slightly, ears flicking to catch every sound. He knew what it looked like, a rogue who had the kits that had been missing for several moons in front of him. There would be thoughts about this, although the more hostile warriors would think he stole them from camp. The older ones, less hostile, would wait hopefully for his side of the story, and maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't be mauled on the spot by a mass of angry cats. The kits though, they seemed happy to go home. Over the moons Dimitri had taught them the basic skills to be a warrior, hunting, fighting, and getting along with others. They had gone out several times to talk with other rogues, so hopefully, he would be able to show them that despite what they were told, not every single rogue in the canyon was evil, as most clan cats seemed to think. Of course, the whole Renegade thing really hadn't done anything to erase those thoughts.
Prismkit
The young black and white she cat had really come out of her shell when living with the rogues. Now, she was so much more outgoing and active, it was almost as if she was a different cat all togethor. Of course, some habits were harder to break then others, and there was no way that she would have been able to leap around like Arctickit and Woodkit were, always the ones to rival with each other. Now though, sometimes you could find the young cat joining in, even if she didn't have the same energy as the other cats did. Observant as ever, Prismkit was quick to notice Dimitri's unease in the clan forest, and she gently flicked the tom with her tail. Through the moons, she had come to love the rogue like a father almost, although he wouldn't replace her true dad. He had saved them from death, and then taught them that all rogues weren't bad after all. He had changed a lot of thoughts that had been put into her mind as a kit, and while she knew some rogues were evil, Prismkit was glad to see the other side of them as well.
Arctickit
The group had arrived at camp now, and with a dash, Arctickit was inside, before whirling around to shout;
"Ha! I beat you Woodkit!"
Chuckling, the young raccoon marked she cat marched into camp, Dimitri watching her with an amused expression as he was the last one in, and proclaimed;
"Hey everyone, we are back!"
Beaming at the shocked faces of the warriors, Arctickit suddenly whirled around to face the large brown tom who seemed to have a cool expression on his face, but not one of hostility. The expression confused the kit, as she had been use to seeing Dimitri open and easygoing. It only took moments, but she was qucik to figure out why. It was the whole clan and rogue thing again. Ears flattening, the kit dashed up to the rogue, and promtply climbed up his leg and sat on his back, glaroing down at the other cats, daring them to attack him. The fondness between the kits and tom was obvious, even though there were still hostile glares coming from some MapleClan cats at the kind deep brown tom. It made Arctickit angry, but for once, she held her tongue. She wanted to see the reactions to them suddenly appearing, after being gone for so long.
