Fen shrugged at the tom's hostile voice, and purred at the she-cat. "I'm Fen, a loner of this two-leg place." Tilting her head she let out a purr of surprise as another she-cat stumbled into their lovely gathering. Purring again, this time out of amusment, Fen swatted the she-cat's tail idly. "I'm Fen," she meowed again, eyes bright. "If you didn't catch that earlier."

Yawning Fen shrugged again and flicked her tail from side to side as she turned her head from one cat to the other. "So what are you cats? I know you," she meowed, looking at Jayda, "are a kitty-pet, but I'm not sure of you two siblings and you, the new cat."

[A bit of a fail. ;O;] 

Alistair purred and rolled over, exposing a black stomach to the warm sunlight. Closing his green eyes into tiny slits the tom waved his paws in the air for a few moments before flipping right-side up. Pawing at the wooden fence he was laying on Alistair flicked his ears and blinked his eyes a few times, staring down the street curiously. Feeling up to a good exploration the ebony tom jumped down from his fence and padded down the quiet street, turning into a small alley after a few foxlengths. 

Of course there were other cats over there, and he paused uncertainly, wondering if they were the fierce band of rogues he had heard about from his neighbouring cats. Ears flat against his head he dropped back towards the exit of the alley, ready to run away as soon as they made a threatening move. 

Silence paused in his steps and sniffed the air. His eyes widened as a huge ball of ember fur catapaulted itself at him. He was bowled over onto his back and he gave a yelp of surprise. "Get off of me," he mewed as he pushed the ginger cat off of him. The elder cat chuckled as he glanced down at Silence.

"Flame, is that you?" asked Silence's mother. Flame turned and grinned as he spotted Silver. He pushed himself off of Silence and padded over to the she-cat. Frostfur regarded him coldly, but said nothing. "It is you. Long time, no see, friend."

"Same, Silver. Who are these kits?" he asked, gesturing with his tail.

"Mine are Silence and Shimmer," she said, pointing to the two in turn. Silence was busy licking his raised fur back down so he need not reply.

"Frost's are Ivy, Ice, and Blizzard." she said, indicating the other kits with a sweep of her tail.

"Beautiful. All of them," he replied and Frostfur sniffed with disdain, but held her tongue. Another ginger-colored she-cat poked her head around the corner. "And this is my daughter, Emberfur." said Flame as the young she-cat came out from around the bend. Silver looked at Shimmer with a silent message and she young cat gladly stood up.

"Nice to meet you, Ember. I'm Shimmer," she said. Ember greeted her with a friendly purr.

"Well, it's nice to see you again, Silver and Frost." he said and paused. He sniffed the air and turned, spotting the black pelt of a cat just around the alley.

"Who's that?" he asked Silver and the gray she-cat cocked her head.

"I don't know. I haven't seen him around before, at least. Let's go say hi." she said and picked herself up as she loped over to the cat.

Ooc; Omg, traveling band of kittehs.

[ROFL XD]

Alistair sniffed the air cautiously before padding forwards slowly. It appeared to be large group of cats, but the sight of small kits calmed him down slightly. Whiskers twitching he dodged a group of squeaking black rats that were snuffling over a bag of litter with a shudder of disgust. The alley was never his favorite hangout. After a few pawsteps he was before the large group of cats and his neck bristled at the sight of them. Five kits and three adults, it seemed. Well, one of the kits was certainly older than the others, but Alistair was really about particulars. Dipping his head respectfully he let out a shy mew of hello, dancing on his paws slightly. The ragged loners and rogues always set his fur on end. Especially if he happened to be meeting them in a dark alleyway where he could be considered easy prey to them.

"Who are you?" he meowed as bravely as his shivering voice allowed, lifting his head high. 

Flame twitched his whiskers as he caught the scent of twolegs that clung to the cat's fur. He was about to dismiss the cat as any other lowly kittypet, but something about how the tom held his own made Flame wonder if he could be something more. Flame dipped his head in greeting to the black cat. "I'm Flame and these are my old friends. This is Silver and Frost; the two are sisters," he said, pointing to each in turn. "Silver's kits are the two gray ones; Shimmer and Silence. Frost's kits are the younger three; Ivy, Ice, and Blizzard. And here, this is my daughter, Ember." He said.

The young ginger she-cat greeted the black cat with a friendly mew. Frost pushed past Ember and pushed Flame sharply with her shoulder, causing the tom cat to stumble. "I don't believe we gave you permission to introduce us," Frost hissed and Flame merely shook his head, his tail twitching with barely contained irritation at the stubborn white cat.

"And who might you be?" Ember asked, ignoring the exchanges going on.

"Poor excuse for a cat if you ask me," Frost grunted. Flame stepped hard on her paw and she pulled back, muttering something about "mangy two-leg lovers." Silver watched her sister turn back to the kits and she let out a soft meow in laughter when she was out of ear-shot.

"Alistair, please don't mind her. She's been like that since she was a kit. Trust me, that's her being nice." she said as she grinned. "So what's a cat like you doing out here and away from your twolegs?" asked Silver.

Ooc; How are they going to get to Mara and the others? :u

[Mara's going hunting with Apotraic...if he accepts]

Alistair snorted derisively. "I wouldn't want to see her upset then," he meowed politely, though his whiskers twitched. Lifting a paw he licked it for a few heartbeats before shrugging. "If you need a guide around this area I can help you out. I haven't seen you around yet, so I'm a.ssuming you're new to this area." Flicking his tail he got up and nodded at his end of the alley. "I know you don't trust two-legs...or skin-pelts, but you're allowed to stay in my yard if you need shelter. My owner likes cats of all kinds."

Age:29 moons

Gender: She-cat

Rank:Queen

Deion:
Gold is a long-haired orange tabby with white paws, muzzle, ears, tail-tip and belly. She looks very queenly(not a joke because of the fact she's a queen, but meaning she seems royal), and wears a satin blue collar with a white gem in front.
She is one moon and a half into her pregnancy, so she will give birth in half a moon, give or take(I did a little research). She is quite plump, so she can't hunt like she used to be able to. 

Personality:
A cat that has constant cravings and mood swings, partly because of her personality, partly because she's pregnant. Gold doesn't try to snap at cats, but she will if required.
Gold goes crazy if a cat even just tries to clean her belly,  and is very protective of her unborn kits. Her greatest fear is her kits dying.

History:
Gold lived with twolegs and had a very pampered life, until her twolegs found out she was pregnant, and they threw her out. Father of kits unknown(except to Gold. I actually don't know, but maybe somebody could have one of their cats be that cat? Not required, and I won't force you to.)

Mate:None(because the cat she got pregnant with wasn't necessarily her mate.

Crush:None

Kits:Unborn

Kin:Some siblings, but they live with other twolegs from far places.

Other:no

Pippen smiled. "I guess so." she said, licking Flare's ear back. She didn't really believe it, but she didn't want to hurt Flare's feelings by saying something mean about his sibling.

"We're not sick," Thunder protested, "we're actually quite well fed, Frost and I. It's you guys who are really healthy."

((I think we should have a twist: Flare could be the fatehr of Gold's kits, but he forgets about it and is close to Pippen until he sees Gold again, breaking Pippen's heart. Only Iceblink, strangely enough, can calm her down, and then go from there? Btw, it's actually Iceblink who crushes on Pippen at the moment, and Flare knows it and is trying to get her to like him. :3))

"Well you look very skinny, and you smell bad and have ticks behind your ears," Savanna said strenly, sniffing behing Frost's ear toconfirm her suspisions. "Fat ticks."

Jayda hopped off the fence into her garden and walked back into the home, sniffing around for the stale pizza crust in the basement trash can, one of the half-sized ones lacking a lid; easy to get to. When no one was looking, she took the crust and skidded out the door, panting as she dropped it in the garden. Lacking the energy to jump onto the fence again, she padded over to it and called. "Come over the fence, I have some food, and my housefolk won't bite."