Winterpaw padded in carefully. She’d spent most of her life in Raven’s Fortress so this camp was new to her. She turned to her sister and parents. She shuffled her paws, not knowung what to do.

Icewind and Frostfur worked side-by-side in the camp. While in life their story had ended tragically, with Frostfur murdered as a young warrior and Icewind living just long enough to see the full extent of what Snakestar's war would become, they had been reunited in death and had enjoyed generations together in peace. Now, they saw no purpose in chatting as they effortlessly pushed out the debris of the neglected camp and began arranging nests. Frostfur hummed to herself as she worked, while Icewind was silent.

(Hi Greenka, welcome to the site! EclipseClan is currently living in Raven's Fortress, which we're roleplaying in the SunClan-EclipseClan Border thread.)

Wind whistled through the empty camp.

"Let's get going, then. The rest of the clan can follow, they know where to go," Kudzuthroat meowed, more to assure himself than anything else. With one last look across the camp, he shook his head as if to clear his thoughts and trotted out of the camp, heading southward. [EcC-SC Camp]

"Perhaps i can ask Fencestar once she returns if that would be possible. Even so, you will be an apprentice soon and you will have a ceremony then anyway. As for visiting the moonstone, I'm not sure but we can certainly ask about that too." she said, overjoyed that her daughter was happy here "But you can start going by Eaglekit as soon as you would like, you can start now if you wish"

Eagle looked up at Ravenflower once more, this time her yellow eyes full of fire. She wanted nothing more than to become like the cats around her. She watched the warriors with a strange sense of enchantment. She had been building up the courage for days to ask her mother to change her name.

"Yes!" she squeaked out, her tail shaking. "Do I get a ceremony to become Eaglekit? Can I go to the moonstone, like the medicine cats do?" she asked, repeating stories she'd heard from the various kitsitters.

"That's fine, I don't mind." Snowleopard meowed, nodding slightly at his words. She blushed softly at his touch, and followed him, gently picking up another kit to help him start the move.

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The silver she-cat was unusually quiet as she padded beside her mate, the news she knew she had to tell him weighing on her mind. She wasn't sure how he would react, but she hoped he would be happy, as she had been when she had first found out. Though, with his fear of the loner cats, she wasn't sure if he would be, which is why she'd been quiet, trying to think of the right words and the right time to tell him.

The sounds of gathering cats in the clearing caught his attention, gaze shifting toward the doorway that led into the room with the High counter. Tigermask rose, paws itching to see the cats who had returned. ears pricked, Kudzthroat's order ringing in his ears. He turned back to the snowy she-cat. "I'm afraid we may have to continue this conversation later." Then, he touched his nose to her cheek and padded inside the nursery. His gaze briefly fell on demeter's cold body, a frown marring his features at the sight. "We're moving to raven's fortress." He announced, grabbing the closest kit to him, which so happened to be Spottedkit.

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"Let me go! I want to go back to my mother!" She squealed in protest, trying to wriggle free of the warriors grasp.

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Winterjay padded along side Moonsplash, a kit in his mouth as well.

Kudzuthroat muttered something rude under his breath and lept up onto the high counter, giving up on getting the clan's attention in any other way. "All cats old enough to catch their own prey, join me here at the high counter for a clan meeting!"

He waited for a few beats for the clan to gather. "We are moving to Raven's Fortress now, as Fencestar announced this morning. Keep the queens, kits, and elders in the middle of the patrol and move as a group. Let's head out!"

She laughed a little, "from what i've learned, you cant be an apprentice till your 6 moons old, and your not quite there yet. But if you want, your name can be Eaglekit. All the other kits have a name like that, and once you are an apprentice you become Eaglepaw. Then your trained to be a warrior, and you get another name that is unique to you. Like my name used to be just Raven, but now its Ravenflower" She tried her best to explain, still learning the clan cats ways.

Eagle shrugged again- she was a wet blanket of a cat. "I'd rather be an apprentice already. I'm nearly big enough- don't you think I could help out better if I was named? Then I could take care of you better," she said, already helping the apprentices to change her mother's bedding when the schedule dictated.

(Hi guys! This is where EclipseClan's and SunClan's dual camp will be roleplayed: Sc-EcC border)

The gathering cats are coming back, Kudzuthroat noted, craning his neck to spot Dieseltooth or Fencestar among the pack. When the last few filtered through without either of them, he called out. "Where's Fencestar?"

He did his best to keep his gaze focused on the ground, much more interested in the dull grey of the floor than the pretty she-cat sitting beside him. It wasn't that he was uncomfortable, he just didn't know how to interact with her. He'd prefer to be out hunting or battle training, but his wounds prevented him from doing so. "Who might that be?" Tigermask shifted his gaze, meeting Snowleapords eyes at the exact moment her tail brushed his own.

The flush in Snowleopard's cheeks deepened, and she smiled more, shifting closer to the large tom slightly. "Thank you. You don't know how much that means to me. And to the others. I don't know what his plans were, but I don't think he'd be stupid enough to come after us here, not after how you treated him." She almost purred, her ice blue eyes looking up at him and sparkling in the light.

"At least now, any future kits will be safe. I'll make sure of it." He said, yellowish-green eyes burning with determination. If it was the last thin he did, Tigermask would hunt down and kill Jupiter. No one deserved to be treated like that.

Snowleopard flushed slightly, a smile gracing her face at his words. "Thank you. That means a lot. I do try, I did what I could to stand up to Jupiter, but it didn't mean it made it any easier every time he took my kits." Though sadness welled up in her eyes, she managed to keep the smile on her face. Tigermask had saved them, and any future kits she had would be free; that was enough to keep her strong and what helped her to keep on fighting.

The large tom-cat nodded, glad she liked clan life so far. It hadn't been too long ago that she and the two other queens, had been trapped inside that two-leg nest surrounded by gang cats. Just thinking about that scrawny gang leader caused his muscles to ache. A ghost of a smile played at his lips. "I'm sure with training you'll be a great warrior. You've got the fierceness to be one."

She moved closer to him, sitting beside him and raising a paw to lick it, drawing it over her face thoughtfully before answering. "Yes. It's new, and different, but I like it. Everyone seems really nice, and I think I'll really like it here. It makes me want to grow into a strong warrior...like you."

Tigermask lifted his head at the sound of his name, yellowish-green gaze landing on the white pelt of Snowleopard. He hadn't been able to talk to the she-cat since he saved her from the loner gang. He offered her a slight nod before shifting himself in a seated position. "Adjusting to clan life?" He inquired, doing his best to stay polite even if he was in a sour mood.

The white queen slipped out of the nursery, starting towards the fresh-kil pile before noticing Tigermask beside the den. She could see he was upset, understandably so with what happened with Hydrantbreath, so she approached him carefully, wanting to comfort him but not wanting to upset him further. "Tigermask..?"

Blackrabbit scowled as Silhouettechase walked off. Good, at least she's standing up for herself. He thought and got to his own paws to stretch as gingerly as he could to let some time pass before he followed her out into the camp, wanting to see how cats were preparing for the camp move.

Silhouettechase's ears flattened and she quickly stood up at the abrupt scoff that reached Blackrabbit's voice. "I-I don't feel sorry for m-myself...A-and I never have." She managed a quiet, however stern meow, trying her best not to show just how broken his words made her feel. All the molly wanted to do was help Blackrabbit, although now she didn't want anything to do with him. Silhouettechase turned away and padded out of the room, not another word escaping her gentle voice as she left.

Rust felt a low purr ring at the back of his throat, for he was still so thankful to have Lavender back. "Only the best for my beauty," The flame-pointed Siamese mix meowed lovingly, the warmth still filled in chest as he gave his mate a lick on her ear.

"What? If only you hadn't killed the gang cat then there'd be more of them? Then we wouldn't have had a clear trail back?" Blackrabbit scoffed, his tail flicking behind him impatiently. "If you want so badly to feel sorry for yourself -and for me to feel sorry for you, which seems to be the case- then feel sorry that you didn't kill the other before they got to me."

Silhouettechase nodded in agreement at the black tom's words. She certainly wasn't a big talker either, that was obvious. Her flowy tail curled securely around her paws. The molly frowned, her voice wispy and light once more. Silhouettechase had to get it off her back."Yeah...Um...I'm sorry for w-what's happened t-to you...If only I-I hadn't killed t-that gang cat...-" She paused, taking in a deep breath and preparing for the worst as her thoughts got the best of her. 'Those other cats wouldn't have looked for blood if I hadn't done that.'

"I'll have to," Blackrabbit sighed, sounding resigned to the cause. "Though I can't say I'll enjoy rubbing pelts with the SunClanners. They're like sparrows, always flocking together and chatter, chatter, chatter..."

Silhouettechase sat down beside the tom's nest, her ears flicking uncomfortably when his gaze met her copper eyes, but the molly knew this conversation would last longer than a second. "Well...N-now Sunclan can come here, and we could go there...A-although I r-really don't see t-the purpose...A-and in Raven's Fortress, both our clan...a-and theirs will have sick, injured, and dependent..." Her gaze flickered down to the ground with a hint of worry sinking into her eyes. "W-will you be able...to-um-make the trip?" She asked with a soft voice, not meaning for him to get offended, and honestly was genuinely worried for Blackrabbit.

Rust came back to Lavender with a couple of scrawny squirrels in his mouth. It was the best that he could find in the pile. He placed one in front of his mate and gave her a gentle lick over her forehead. "I brought yous somethin' t' eats sleepyhead..." The city cat meowed quietly, a low purr rising in his voice.

Lavender shifted in her sleep when Rust got up, but didn't wake, though a soft mew of protest escaped her lips at his absence.

Silhouettechase tried to smile, but after the events with both Blackrabbit and Flickstripe, she just couldn't bring herself up to do so. Her warm, copper gaze turned to the ground reluctantly. "N-no, everything's fine...I'm sorry f-for bothering you," She managed a soft meow, taking a couple steps into the room. "Everyone's g-gone off to t-the gathering mostly...Fencestar said that Cranestar is going t-to tell everyone about the alliance..." Silhouettechase bit her tongue, uncertain whether or not to say more. After all, she didn't know how long Blackrabbit had been resting.

Rust awoke to the sound of his mate's soft snores ringing in his ear. He chuckled softly then stood up slowly to stretch out his legs. His neck felt as though it was burning, so his ears flattened and his muttered a quite cuss to himself, "d**'*." The ragged tom couldn't stand laying down any longer, so although his head hung low and scraps of cobwebs clung to his neck, the flame-pointed tom walked to the fresh-kill pile slowly. The city cat's cold blue-grey gaze glared at anyone who dared to approach him.

"Flickstripe..." Silhouettechase chase began, testing the tom's new name on her muzzle slowly. Her copper eyes flickered from him to the building around them before she turned her head shyly toward him. "I d-don't know...Maybe...I-I've been busy though...too." The black molly's flowy tail curled tightly around her paws as she spoke with a wispy, soft voice. "I just k-know...I-I'm not like her even t-though you-you think that I am..." Silhouettechase's voice shriveled as she touched her nose to her injured shoulder. 'I don't think that I could possibly be anything like your sister.'

Moonsplash smiled softly, nuzzling Winterjay back happily. "Did everything go alright..?" She asked softly, eyes shining at his affection.

Fencestar's head turned sharply towards Kudzuthroat, his speech ripping her away from her interpretation. She kept her answer simple.

"Until we decide it is no longer mutually beneficial."

With that, the leader bowed her head. "With this being said, it is indeed the night of the gathering. I expect MoonClan will be tiding towards retaliation towards our action, but even they will not attack during a truce. Do not tempt them. At the gathering, we must be a cohesive clan, separate but friendly with SunClan. Cranestar has agreed to unveil the alliance tonight, where EarthClan and MoonClan can only watch on. Any cat not gravely injured or contagiously ill may make the journey to the clearing- please, judge your strength accordingly. We depart within the hour."

Fencestar jumped down with a mighty oof, wondering if she herself would make the journey. Her kittens somersaulted, but according to the medicine cats, she had time before the birth. Time to rest- but not now.

Herding EclipseClan to be ready to leave was like herding cats, but when the hour was up, the she-cat nodded at the envoy. "Tigermask, Dieseltooth, one of you up front, the other at the rear," she said, taking her position at the front. Her paws still ached from her journey to SunClan's camp, but the she-cat would lead the clan proudly from her short stature. The picture of a war general- she could almost laugh. A short, skinny yellow tabby, waddling towards a gathering.

"Over and out." (Gathering clearing)

GingerPine watched her pad a little a ways then come back. "Well are you hungry?" Gingerpine began to walk to the fresh kill pile. she picked a nice sized vole out of the pile and walked a little ways from the pile then sat down. She flicked her tail signaling to Cottonfur to come over.

After asking the question GingerPine scanned the clearing. Her eyes stopping on Cottonfur, thinking nothing more of her entering alone she scanned the rest of the clearing. Unable to find anyone she padded to the side of Cottonfur. "Hello Cottonfur how are you?" she asked hoping she would stop to talk.

"How long will this arrangement last?" Kudzuthroat asked Fencestar, exchanging a questioning glance with his sister, Dieseltooth, whose expression remained stony and unreadable.

When next to Dieseltooth, Fencestar was dwarfed, but with confidence she addressed the room.

"Much has happened in EclipseClan's borders since the leaf-fall- most pressing of all, death. It is with great sadness that we release Waterfang and Hydrantpaw to StarClan for final judgement. With my authority, as was my intention before I set off for SunClan, I posthumously praise Hydrantpaw a warrior. She worked hard to serve EclipseClan, and in her death I call her by her given name, Hydrantbreath." It seemed odd, to insult a cat's breath after they were dead and gone, but Fencestar felt that the she-cat would've taken it in good humor. She was forced to move on quickly by necessity and refused to dwell. She could deal with her personal grief in her own time. Right now, she had a speech to give. In true Fencestar fashion, her words turned dramatic with an audience.

"I grieve for our lost and honor our injured for their commitment. It is not unnoticed. While you worked to defend your home, I journeyed to SunClan to speak to Flintstar, only to find that Cranestar had taken her place. This held no bearing on our standing, and I am happy to say that we have friends in SunClan. Through generosity on Cranestar's part, a confederacy has been struck, and SunClan warriors are to be welcomed and helped in our territory, just as we are welcome there, and there will be a joint camp established at Raven's Fortress where our sick, injured, and dependent can be looked after by both clan's best. There will be no hostilities to our south- any cat contesting this, speak now." Fencestar observed sharply, her olive gaze searching. Her gaze settled on Gingerpine while she waited, wondering if she had anything to say.

Fencestar nodded along, having known about the queens from her definitely-not-a-loophole briefing before she'd left.

She nodded in thanks, stomping all the way to highcounter. She began to bellow before she began the jump, "All cats old enough to escape a rabid dog, gather beneath the highcounter for a clan meeting," she said, jumping and struggling to scramble onto the granite. She settled, and motioned for Dieseltooth to join her.

"Yes. She was badly injured during her fall, then was killed by a MoonClanner." Dieseltooth tersely reported. "Have you called a clan meeting about your meeting with Cranestar?"

Fencestar registered the fight before she registered the fact that her sister was dead, but ultimately managed to keep her trap shut at the off-chance her warriors would blame her absence for the violence.

"We'll have to try ha- Hydrantpaw's dead?" she said, suddenly distracted as she looked to Dieseltooth to confirm. My sister?

Gingerpine walked out of the warriors den, and walked into the clearing after Tigermask and Winterjay had past. She sat at the edge of the clearing hoping someone would give her something to do or atleast just talk to her. She wrapped her tail neatly around her paws and looked around the clearing.

Tigermask stumbled through the camp entrance, eyes ablaze with barely contained fury. The sight of watching hydrantpaw's threat being torn out was fresh on his mind. He was angry and wanted nothing more than to do the same to the moonclanner who'd done it. His yellowish-green gaze washed over the faces of his clan mates, their eyes filled with horror at their bloodied pelts. "Stop staring and get back to work." He snarled, heading toward the high counter in search of Fencestar. The tiger-like Tom-cat paced back and forth as he awaited Dieseltooth's orders.

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Winterjay was quick to follow behind Tigermask, thoughts racing with the scene that had unfolded at the gorge. He hoped Fencestar had been successful with her mission.

"Careful..." Demeter pulled her tail away from Littlekit's feeble grasp, her impatience with the kit clear in her voice. Unlike the others, he hadn't been thriving and barely seemed ready for his imminent apprenticehood- nor did she expect he ever would be. She cared for him enough to keep him healthy, but she remained distant, assuming that he wouldn't live to get his warrior name.

Snow felt a shiver run through her body as the warrior passed her, her sharp eyes noticing the hitch in breath he'd had upon spotting her, and a smile gracing her face. She padded in and settled next to Raven, nuzzling the queen gently. "What did you name your beautiful kits?" She purred softly, gazing down at the four of them.

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The lavender she-cat blushed softly at Rust's touch, and she smiled as he nudged one of the kits to her. They fell silent as they fed and she nuzzled him gently, closing her eyes slowly and resting her chin on her paws.

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Moonsplash nodded slightly and nuzzled him back, watching as he slipped out through the entrance and headed towards the border. She silently wished him good luck, hoping he would come home safely.

"That was Tigermask, sweetie, he's one of the warriors," Demeter answered Spottedkit. She sat back and started to groom her pelt again, thinking over the tom's visits. It might not be bad to humor him, she considered.

Dieseltooth had to hold herself back at rolling her eyes at Moonsplash's fresh wave of affection. StarClan knows we need more kits... she thought, and started toward the Warriors' den to gather more patrol members. "Half-face, Firestorm, Apocalypse, Nightwillow, Bronzecrescent-- if any of you are in there, I need you out here now. I know you haven't been on patrols yet today."

She moved onto the apprentices' den and issued similar warnings to Flickpaw, Echopaw, and Starlingpaw.

Demeter lay curled in the edge of the nursery, not certain of what to make of the new queens and the kits. The mothers seemed and the kits healthy but she felt overwhelmed by their sudden presence and how crowded the place suddenly felt shy and out of place in her own nest. Dieseltooth said they'll prove their place here, the thought, and decided to be glad for their presence. Either, she supposed, they'd continue to have litters like her and provide the camp with warriors, or be warriors themselves.

Silhouettechase looked back up at Flickpaw hesitantly, her copper eyes reaching his gaze for a curious moment. The Turkish Angora lay onto a ragged, blue cushion, her shoulder aching once more, however waved her flowy tail to a rug next to her. "N-no, come sit...W-what's wrong?" The timid molly asked as she shuffled her paws onto the cushion.

Rust flattened his ears a little, not happy with how trusting of the clan cats that Lavender seemed to be. He wasn't used to being around such a large group, and the ones whom he had been around, Rust would either fight with or choose to stay away from. "You're right. You're not bad ands our kits aren't eithers...It's just hard." He let out a quiet murmur to his mate, the city cat's blue-grey eyes closing as he hesitantly reached his injured neck out to nuzzle Lavender behind the ear.

Dieseltooth lept down from the highcounter, waiting for her clanmates to gather for the patrols. One north and one west, she figured. And one to MoonClan, no one has checked there since this morning.

Raven smiled softly and gave eagle a little lick on her head. She gazed back up at Hydrantpaw, "hey, its ok. I know how bad it was there, we should be glad we got out. And you helped us, you helped save my life and theirs" she said, motioning to her kits. She knew the apprentice was struggling, after all, she had been kidnapped and had witnessed the murder of a kit. Who wouldn't be traumatized?

Hydrantpaw entered the den, trying to step lightly so as to not wake the little sleeping kits. She found them adorable- perfect in every way, and she was proud of herself for Being part in their rescue: she remembered watching the death of Lavender’s. It brought er great pain and she anxiously stepped back after taking a sudden intake of breath. her mind hadnt healed.

”sorry- I-I’m-“ she said, beginning to close her eyes andtake deep breaths.

eagle stirred underneath her mother’s forelimb, her white head buried to nurse. She unlatched with a soft pop and yawned, squeaking.

She smiled proudly, "just a few days ago" she said, smiling down at them. "This one is Starling, and her name is Eagle, his is Robin and the last one is Dove." she explained, nudging each with her nose as she said their names.