Crowclan's Tale

Reuniting With Old Friends

Beech would approach the siamese twins. "Oak, Birch, I need you to go out on a mission around the twoleg place, take one extra attacker with you, at that." He'd say. "On it!" The twins scrambled towards a group of attackers, to grab two to bring with. Beech would turn his gaze to Hank. "Oh, you're back." Beech blinked, and would bound towards the tom to greet him. "I found two others along the way." Hank would reply. "They've come to join us for now." Beech's ears perked. "Oh? Show me, I'm quite intrigued." He'd say with a smug grin, glancing at two cats who emerged from bushes beside Hank.

Primrose would stare at Beech, holding a strong position. Her only less-intimidating flaw was that Beech was larger than she was. Then, a familiar orange tom emerged afterwards. Beech swore he knew the small tom, yet, could not recall him. Though, the smaller tom knew him. "Beech!" The tom gasped. "Wh- What are you doing here? With,, with rogue cats? You're windclan's deputy, aren't you?" He'd ask quickly. "This is my new home. Windclan made a grave mistake exiling me." Beech answered in a cold tone. "E-Exiled?! That's horrible-" He'd make small talk with a worried expression. Beech soon caught on.

"Say, Hank.. Why don't me and,," He recalled the tom's name. "Raccoon catch up with eachother. You seem to know her too." He pointed towards Hank's sister. "Call me Primrose.." She'd respond, and look away. "Primrose, whatever. Now, off you go." He ordered. "Wh- No! You can't order me around! I need to watch Raccoon anyways-" She'd object with a yowl of rage, but Beech was quick to slap her, claws sheathed so no damage was done. "I said go." Primrose would growl, but Hank grabbed her, and began to drag her away, as she squirmed. "Let me at him!" She'd yowl as they disappeared into the distance.

"Say, Raccoon." Beech glanced at the smaller tom then. "How about we-" He'd begin. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" Raccoon cried, clinging to Beech. "She's a psycho!" Beech would flinch slightly at the tom's sudden outburst, but give a slight smile. "I know. Now, c'mon. We have much to catch up on." Beech purred, walking alongside Raccoon, towards the barn. 

"You know, I find it so odd that we look alike!" Raccoon said, making Beech chuckle. "I know. We'd have made great brothers. Sadly, I only have a sister, who's traveled into another territory." Beech responded. "Oh, well in my litter, my siblings are,, deceased." He'd say, before entering the barn with Beech. "My condolences. They would have made fine warriors, such as yourself. It's a pity you've been dragged out here." Beech frowned, and Raccoon would give a smile. "It's okay. Atleast you're here.. What is this place anyways?" He asked. 

Beech would sigh, "It's about time I introduce you to my friends. We call ourselves crowclan."