CLOSED Meeting

[Meany]

Jazz and Spottedfern were finding a place to sleep. After an interesting helter-skelter adventure of first being chased by twolegs then being nearly caught dogs, it was ideal they had found themselves atop of one of the buildings.
"This is the smallest town I've ever seen," Jazz was commenting as the pregnant she-cat settled herself on top of some soft two-leg things. "But somehow it's bigger on the inside... twolegs are weirdos." He turned from the view of the town and back to the she-cat. "Comfortable?"
The she-cat nodded grateful. "Very, thank you." Spottedfern sighed heavily, looking at her paws as she sadly thought about her clanmates.
Jazz saw the she-cats sad expression and guessed what she was worrying about. "Hey, hey," he mewed as he padded over to her. "I bet everyone's just fine. My friends, your friends - as far as I've seen, all cats from clans are really smart and resourceful. How else would you cats survive in the woods?" He sat next to her. "They're fine," he murmured.
The she-cat blinked gratefully again, resting her head on her paws. "We should sleep if we're going to head out in the morning." she murmured.
The ginger and white tom nodded briefly and lay down near her. "Yep - sounds like a good forest plan."
Spottedfern chuckled softly as she drifted to sleep, relaxing.
Jazz grinned. Mission accomplished.

The Next Morning.

Jazz woke before the she-cat, surprised to hear strange shuffling noises from nearby. But we're on a roof! He poked Spottedfern awake and stood, gesturing for quiet. She nodded solemnly.
The tom rounded a corner on the flat roof to find...

[Longstorm]

Icepaw, fur bristled.
"How the HELL did you get here," he yowled, after getting over his initial shock.
Jace, with him, rolled his eyes. "Calm down, Icenerves." He strode past the DarkClan apprentice and nodded to Jazz. "Jazz - it's good to see you again," he mewed in a genuine voice that was rarely heard by anyone.
Jace really was glad to see his fellow CityClanner.
Icepaw glared at Jace's back for a good few moments. After that, he noticed the foreign she-cat. "Are you alright," he mewed after some silence, trying to smooth down his fur (and he could see that he fur seemed ruffled, too.)

[Meany]

"Actually, I'm not really sure," Jazz mewed, noting that how they got to be exactly here was rather a mystery to himself. "BUT, I'm not alone - Spottedfern, it's alright!"
The queen promptly joined the CityClan tom. "I'm fine," she snapped at the younger cat, something about mom hormones.
Jazz raised a cat-brow in surprise and mewed "Eeesh, give the tom his head back."
Spottedfern shifted her paws but said nothing further...Until she noticed the Burnsky. "Burnsky," she mewed, shocked, "What are you doing here? How did you get here?"
Jazz saw her too, but the Burnsky's presence meant less to him than the MoonClan queen.
"Do any of you four, fine cats know where the others are? We'd all like to be reunited with friends and family, for good time's sake."

[Longstorm]

Icepaw flattened his ears sourly at the she-cat. "Alright, alright."
Jace looked at Jazz. "We haven't seen any of the other forester cats since we've been here. We're planning on looking for them today."
"We are?" Icepaw put in, not aware of any such plans.
Burnsky looked at the vaguely familiar queen. "We were watching, then...We ended up here, with these two," the she-cat gestured to Jace and Icepaw.
Brush watched from the ledge, looking over Jazz and noting Spottedfern.

[Meany]

Spottedfern nodded curtly to Jace. "We should start heading west.
Jazz knew basic direction, so he looked that direction - and found his vision was obscured by the wall. "Uh...Why west, exactly?"
"An old saying in my Clan," she said quickly, almost running over his words.
Jazz paused then nodded. "'Kay. I get it." CityClan was similar like that. The tom looked at the other four. "Looks like we're heading west. How about you guys? West, or..." He looked at the Tribe cats. "Anywhere else?"

[Longstorm]

Jace and Icepaw looked at each other then at the Tribe cats. "Well," Icepaw mewed uncertainly.
"My FlameGuard and I will follow," the Burnsky meowed firmly. "Perhaps, with the Moon being found, we will find our way back to our Tribe."
Brush nodded in his taciturn way.
Jace jerked around to look the Burnsky in the face, but she wasn't looking at him. Why did I ever think...Duh, of course she wants to go home...we're going in different directions, anyhow... Jace swallowed.
"Of course, Jazz," he mewed to his friend. "There's worse things to do."
"Like staying here," Icepaw grumbled, irked by the fact that everyone was ignoring him. "Anyone want to hear my opinion?"
Jace rolled his eyes. "Nope. Let's go."
The Burnsky nodded in a slow, regal way and stood like a queen. "Lets." Brush took his place at her side, casting a discreet glance Icepaw's way.
Icepaw grumbled a bit, put off by Brush's glance and, well, everyone ELSE. "Yeah, yeah, yeah..." He sighed grumpily.
Jace gave Jazz a half-smile. "Oh, by the way," he mewed to Spottedfern. "I'm Jace. What's your name?"

[Meany]

Spottedfern looked at the CityClan tom warily, thinking of the kits she was carrying.
"Spottedfern," she finally said. "My name is Spottedfern."
Jazz nodded in his friendly, relaxed way. "Yes she is. And for those just joining us, I'm Jazz. Cuz I'm oh-so jazzy." He smiled. "Okay! So..." Jazz looked around. "How do we get down from here?"
Spottedfern shuffled a little closer to Jazz, still looking at the two Other-Clan toms.
"That way," Spottedfern pointed to the way she and Jazz had come up - a ramp that gently sloped to a platform on the next building, which lead to an edging that wrapped around the building and went to another building with another lower platform, then finally lead to the ground. All of which, coincidentally, went west.
Jazz's ears pricked up. "Oh, yeah. Now I remember." He grinned. "Ladies first, if you're into that sort of thing."
Spottedfern rolled her eyes.

[Longstorm]

OOC: "NOW I remember," lols.

IC: The four cats were surprised at the strange, twisting path of platforms that they hadn't seen earlier, but then, they'd been confined to one side of the roof.
"Well," Jace mewed. "Very nice."
The Burnsky and Brush strode past Jace and Icepaw to look at the ramp. Brush set a paw on it, the another, until he was finally putting all of his weight onto it. He looked back and nodded.
The Burnsky nodded in return. "We will go this way," she meowed in her Burnsky's voice.
There was a long, long pause.
Icepaw coughed, "Sooner than later," and got a smack from Jace's tail for his troubles. He bit at the tail, but missed since Jace walked forward to join the Tribe cats.
Sun (the Burnsky) didn't look at Jace as he approached, pointedly ignoring him. At a gesture, Brush took point and padded down the ramp. The Burnsky followed, leaving a whisker-drooped Jace.
Icepaw sniggered and pushed past the CityClan tom, whapping him as he went by. Jace didn't notice.

[Meany]

OOC:

IC: Jazz sighed heavily. "No manners whatsoever. Tsk. Kits these days." He shot Spottedfern a 'whaddayagonnado?' look. Spottedfern shook her head, rolled her eyes again, and made her way down the ramp. Jazz grinned and followed her. "Come on, Jace," he called over his shoulder. "You're gonna miss the train!"
Spottedfern looked back at Jazz confusedly. "What's a...train?"
"Two-legs ride in them, and it goes 'WHOO-WHOO! Chugga-chugga-chugga-chugga-chugga-chugga-chugga-chugga- WHOO-WHOO!'" Jazz walked in a funny, skipping way as he talked. Spottedfern had stopped to stare at him incredulously.
"It's totally true! I've been in one!"
"You are insane," Spottedfern slowly smiled as she turned and resumed walking.
Jazz's smile grew even wider and he followed the friendly she-cat.

[Longstorm]

OOC: This post is quite cliff-hanger-ish, but WHATEVER. This subbie can be completed in some other topic.
You wrapping up, Meany?

Jace shook his head slowly, some of his unprecedented gloominess going away at the sight of Jazz's demonstration.
"Right," the tom mewed. "Can't miss it." His face set in an uncaring expression as he followed.
Sun and I just talked, he reasoned. Doesn't mean a thing. I'm going to go home, and so is she. We'll never see each other again, so none of it matters. She's just some she-cat. And I don't care.
Jace no longer cared. If anything, he now felt nothing but coldness for the Tribe cat. That was that.

As he walked, Icepaw was still grumpy for everyone ignoring him as they had. They didn't care what he thought at all! They probably wouldn't care if he suddenly vanished.
Especially since you started the avalanche that got them here, said the voice in his heart. That almost stopped Icepaw in his tracks, but he kept walking.
He hadn't really thought about the avalanche since it had happened. Now that he was, he started going over what exactly had happened. Blackfire had told him to stay close. Icepaw hadn't stayed close. Then he fell.
I just lost my footing! That's all...It might have happened even if I had stayed close to Blackfire - what does he know, anyways?
Plenty more than you, that voice again. Icepaw didn't like it. Not one bit. So he was going to stop thinking about things that brought out the voice. So there.
Hmp.

Brush liked the look of Icepaw. He just did. The cat had the makings of a decent FlameGuard, if these supposed 'Other Clans' had anything like that.
Brush wondered if he and the Burnsky would reach home - if that was what the Tribe of Endless Hunting even meant for them. I most certainly hope it is. Brush missed home, the stream that caught the sunlight, Red, and all the others.
And now, to be in this strange place! I have never seen anything like it...I doubt any of of our ancestors have...
Brush knew that his Burnsky was close behind, so he focused on his task, not wishing to fail while she watched.

The Burnsky wasn't paying close attention to Brush, as the tom feared.
She was thinking about Jace, and the hurt look that had danced across his face as a shadow would across the sun. Then it had been replaced by nothing but cold.
How can I make him understand, she thought, anguished to have fallen in the tom's eyes. I must serve my Tribe. It was willed by my ancestors, and I must obey them unto my death. My Tribe, my life - there is no distinguishing the two, for they are one and the same. I am the Burnsky...yet he holds my heart. The she-cat was at a loss. She had been in love once before, but it seemed like a lifetime ago. And Jace was a complicated tom, very different from any other she had ever met.
She just didn't know what to do.

OOC: Aaaaand, I'm done.

[Meany]

OOC: you would post a wall before ending a topic
yeah, im done. I'll make a new topic.

IC: Jazz and Spottedfern continued walking. Though they both seemed to be in their own conversation, Jazz knew that Jace was out of sorts, and Spottedfern saw how the Burnsky's tail drooped.
If the CityClan tom and the MoonCLan she-cat were to point this out to each-other, they would figure it out in moments.
That would be later.

OOC: finished.

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