Garelick Farm

Rocky watched as the German shepherds attacked the border collie, and he growled. Seeing Firestar, he blinked in surprise. The golden retriever nodded to her, seeing Sophie walk out with a pup. He spotted Brewingpup had fallen, and trotted over, trying to pick the pup up and move him away from Pinecone. "I'm probably the same age as you, or even a few months older, so I can take you both on if you don't give me the pup." He said in a bark. As a golden retriever, he wasn't one for being fierce; so though he tried his best to look such, he didn't appear very convincing.

[I think Firestar is at the camp]

Rocky let out a bark at the German shepherd who growled. "The dog didn't save you, Brewingpup." He barked, twitching his tail. He couldn't bring back a pup-stealer to the Clan, Firestar wouldn't want that.

[I can bring someone back Sunpup, as my character wouldn't know where to bring the StormClan pup]

Rocky looked at Brewingpup, and shrugged. "If you did help, then thanks." He said to Pinecone. Hearing another, he ran back towards where a pup was. It was too late, though, as the pup must have been injured, and he sighed. He padded back in the direction of the camp.

~ThunderClan camp~

Tourmaline trotted over to the farm, looking around as she recalled living here a few months ago. I haven't been here in a while. She thought, padding over to the den she had nearby the side of the farm, and looking around. She quickly fixed her den, placing some hay in it and laying down. Her pelt bristled as she caught faint scents of wolves, of what seemed like a Clan. Why were Clan wolves here? However many months it may have been. Tourmaline thought to herself, holding back a growl. She didn't like the Clans; not all of the wolves she'd met had been friendly, and she even remembered some particularly unfriendly wolves making her and her brother leave the forest. A year before that, Tourmaline remembered living on Cecil Boulevard as a pup; things surely had changed since then. I can't believe I used to be a pampered pup. Tourmaline thought to herself, flicking her ears. She definetely wasn't pampered now; certainly not. Being a stray for nearly two years had made her different, although not really personality-wise, from how she had been when she was less than a year old. Her thoughts went back to the Clans, and for a moment Tourmaline contemplated joining one; but no, she couldn't do that. Could she? She was no wolf, and she didn't know much about the Clans other than that not all of the wolves were friendly. Sighing, Tourmaline glanced around the farm as she wondered what to do next.

Tourmaline looked up in slight surprise as she caught scent of another dog. She noticed a small dog look around before padding away. Flicking her ears, the cattle dog slightly recalled seeing a similar dog in a pack she was about to join. I suppose those other dogs are still in Hartford. Tourmaline thought to herself. Though curious as to where the other dog or others of her pack were going, she decided to stay in her nest.

Stoatblaze padded towards the Twolegnest, making sure to keep his pace slow as he padded forward while letting Ripple lean against him. He could scent dogs, as well as other strange animals in the clearing, though hoped they'd stay away. Stoatblaze followed Direheart into the farm, stopping nearby the nest that Direheart was making. "I think this is the place Direheart must mean." Stoatblaze said quietly to Ripple, before letting out a slight sigh. He hoped that he wouldn't have to leave too soon from now, with every heartbeat that went by he worried more and more about Ripple and the time when he may have to leave to go back to camp.

Tourmaline flattened her ears back as she noticed wolves coming to the barn. She noticed three so far, one injured; there could be more of them, she decided. Tourmaline let out a slight growl; she didn't like the Clans, and didn't want these wolves to try to take over the barn, and her den. Should I go over there and speak to them? Tourmaline thought to herself, crouching down and padding over to the entrance of the barn, only her head able to be seen before she quickly scrambled back. The wolves were larger than her; and there were more of them just her. Tourmaline flicked her tail, wondering what to do.

Stoatblaze looked down as Ripplestone had walked over to the barn, laying down in the hay. He touched his nose to her ear as she fell asleep, before looking back at Direheart. He nodded slowly, it was true that as one of the original SunClan warriors he'd probably need to advise Gentleheart. He nodded once more as Direheart said when they'd leave. Stoatblaze sat down, sighing to himself as he looked out towards the barn entrance, watching to see if the dogs would come in or be harmful towards Ripple.