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Open Camp RC this old dog still has new tricks (joining)

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RiverClan
Senior Warrior
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Freshkill
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Nickname
captain, cap
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94 [02.22.18]
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Asteiri
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 Captain entered Riverclan Camp, seeing a few heads turn as the old seadog sauntered in. His tail upright with pride as he looked for someone to talk to, his eyes meeting the nearest Warrior. He wasn't sure how this worked, the cats had just mentioned their freedom in Riverclan. He looked around, seeing the mixture of confused and concerned faces that a kittypet had stumbled into their camp.

"Ahoy Riverclan!" He started, tail still upright pridefully as the older tom looked at the crowd. "I 'ave come t' seek asylum within yer walls." He paused, seeing a few heads tilt in confusion, chuckling to himself. These youngsters... "I mean, I wish t' join ye all. Ye've touched dis ole sailor's heart."

He sits in the middle of camp, looking at the various faces. He recognizes a few as cats that visited him in the campground, smiling at them and puffing his chest out in pride. He might be older, but he's sure he can teach these youngsters a thing or two.
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  • ooc: open thread for Captain joinin'

  • CAPTAIN — HE/HIM ･ 93 MOONS ･ FORMER SHIPCAT
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    an older seal point tom with green eyes. 'tis the tale o' an ole seadog named Cap'n. Now forced ashore due t' his twolegs retirin', he be lookin' fer somewhere pleasant t' spend the rest o' his days. He had a mate who be now sadly wit' Davey Jones 'n two lovin' sprogs. He be known by many kittypets in the area due t' his age 'n be a rather pleasant tom t' be around, even if he can be a bit hard t' understand at times.
 
Having some of the campground kittypets join them helped, especially with the surplus in kits. They would need to learn the ways of their clan, but in the meantime they could help around camp. Errand runners they were. It wasn't too bad though. It wasn't as if they were confined to camp. They were allowed to go on patrols, but only those that were for hunting or gathering herbs. Bit by bit they were learning about their new home and their clanmates. He was in the middle of talking with Bayhowl when a loud voice boomed from the entrance of camp. His fur bristled from the sudden shout, turning, green eyes landing on one of the campground kittypets.

The conversation of what they should teach Umber and Dark next would have to wait another day. A quick glance of the clan showed varied expressions. Some were absolutely furious, which was understandable. Even though they were aware of the Campground kittypets and tolerated them while they were here, it didn't mean they had to be happy about a stranger waltzing in their home. Especially with how the much older male appeared prideful. It wouldn't surprise him if one his clanmates padded up to Captain and smacked them. As for those who were once part of the campground, they appeared to be happy. That was expected. They may be riverclanners now, but it's not like their old friends would be completely thrown aside.

Damage control. That's what he had to do. Even if their new joiners such as Poseidon would be displeased, he needed to consider the feelings of everyone else. Especially given the fact that the clan has added more cats within their ranks. Some were cats that were brought with little warning to the clan, where he had to make a rapid decision. It bothered him a little bit. How he was presented cats who were gleaming with the promise of being told they could join RiverClan without his permission. In any case, his expression serious as he approached Captain.
"Hello."
Silver paws come to a halt a tail length away from the brown tom.
"My name is Pikestar, leader of RiverClan."
How should I go about this? He doesn't look harmless, but the clan will say something if I just let him run free.
"I understand that you wish to join, but we have rules here. A proper way of doing things. "


Not really. Maybe I should enforce a rule or something? With how many of you just brought cats to the clan. Heck, even cats who weren't part of our clan at first brought us some more mouths to feed.
"One of them is by not entering camp. To walk in our home unannounced is rude. If one of the warriors decided to attack you, I wouldn't reprimand them. Right now they wouldn't because I am speaking to you. We are serious when it comes to our home."
His long black tipped tail flicks behind him.
"Seeing as you're already here, I will allow you to join our clan. Only if you accept punishment first. You have scared and angered a good bulk of riverclanners by waltzing into camp."
Whatever expression Captain is giving him is met with a smile.

The word punishment is sure to surprise his clanmates. After all, it was extremely rare for Pikestar to punish someone. What would he even decide was fitting for someone who still hadn't decided? And what would happen if Captain said no? Would he be attacked by some riverclanners? Or would he be granted mercy, chased off of their home and back to the Campgrounds? None would know until Captain made his choice.
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  • PIKESTAR
     — leader of riverclan, former shipyard cat
    ♱ 43 moons — he/him — ages realistically on the 1st
    ♱ speech is
    "#36D9AB"
    — thoughts are italics — attacks are underlined
    ♱ short haired silver mackerel tabby with green eyes
    ♱ peaceful & healing powerplay permitted — underline & tag when attacking
    ♱ penned by velou — kasaven on discord — open to plots & dms
 
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 A youngster approaches the old seadog, who's whiskers twitch in amusement looking at him. He had clearly seen some sort of battle, numerous scars darting across his face and neck. He calls himself a leader, something that Captain almost finds amusing considering the youngsters he met talking about their freedom. Still, he supposed, much like a ship --- there had to be a captain around here or things would turn to utter chaos.

He dips his head in respect, unfamiliar with the customs of the clans. He had just followed some of the cats that left the campground, he was unaware it would be such an intrusion to the place they called home. "Me apologies, cap'n." He meows, sincerity on the old sailor's lips. "I didn' realize dis was yer home, I merely followed some o' yer clowder back from the campground." It was interesting that they had a claim to this land, though he supposed there may be other groups of cats about. It was important to lay your claim, as you would to a treasure. The older tom takes a seat in front of the leader, watching as the gaggle of cats around them seem to be growing. Hushed chatter from all corners, followed by gasps and shocked glances when the leader mentions a punishment.

Captain's maw turns to a smirk, looking at the leader. "As the cap'n o' dis ship," He gestures to the camp, the numerous cats gathered around watching the spectacle he had accidentally created. The eyes of apprentices looking his way, the curious gazes of kits peeking out from the nursery. "Be ye goin' t' make me walk the plank? Sleep wit' the fishes? Visit Davey Jones?" He finds far too much amusement in the idea of whatever punishment this landlubber could come up with, still, he supposed he broke some unspoken rule by coming here. The youngster brought up a good point too, by his lucky stars he was blessed he had not been attacked. Not for his sake of course, for the youngster he would have to put in their place if they raised his paw towards him.

"Whatever punishment ye 'ave fer me, I'll accept me licks." Captain purrs out, dipping his head in respect to the leader once again.
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  • ooc: @PIKESTAR + whoever else may join us

  • CAPTAIN — HE/HIM ･ 93 MOONS ･ FORMER SHIPCAT
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    an older seal point tom with green eyes. 'tis the tale o' an ole seadog named Cap'n. Now forced ashore due t' his twolegs retirin', he be lookin' fer somewhere pleasant t' spend the rest o' his days. He had a mate who be now sadly wit' Davey Jones 'n two lovin' sprogs. He be known by many kittypets in the area due t' his age 'n be a rather pleasant tom t' be around, even if he can be a bit hard t' understand at times.
 

Frostmoth has hardly registered that Pikestar is already giving some spiel to Captain about joining before he's hurled himself at the seal pointed tomcat. All he knows is that some stranger has walked into their camp without so much as an announcement or entourage. Last time this had happened, it had been ShadowClan sneaking in to destroy their herb stores and attack their medicine cat. The deputy snarls as he attempts to shove the interloper toward the entrance of the camp. His claws are unsheathed, uncaring if he catches fur or flesh in them as he tries to drive him away.

"You're not welcome here," Frostmoth declares, clearly unaware that both the kittypet has asked to join, nor that Pikestar has (for whatever reason) allowed it to happen. His eyes narrow. "I don't care where you're from," he adds "You don't belong in our camp." His tail lashes, and he gives Pikestar an incredulous look as he finally seems to register that the clan leader is here... And that he appears to be calm. Frostmoth rounds on the stranger again, demanding angrily: "Are you from ShadowClan? What other presumptuous reason would you have for walking up into another clan's camp."

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 He was prepared for a punishment from the grey tabby that approached him, but he is instead surprised by another youngster walking towards him with a cold malice in their eyes. Younger than the leader of this so called "clan", claws bore and teeth flashed in a snarl. Captain visibly backs away as the tom approaches, he is sure he could outmatch this cat in a one to one fight --- but with this many gathered? He questioned his skills in taking on multiple cats that were spry youngsters. The black and white tom snarls that he is not welcome here and Captain lets out a mighty guffaw of laughter.

"Matey, yer leader has already said I was. So unless ye're here t' give me my licks, I suggest ye stand down." He smirks, a sharp yellowing tooth showing through his lips. He takes a step forward, encroaching on the space that Frostmoth has pushed him back. "I assume "Shadowclan" be another one o' these here colonies. I haven't met 'em yet, perhaps thar youngsters could teach ye a thing or two about hospitality."

He pauses, letting his words sink in. "As I told yer cap'n, I come t' join Riverclan. Naught more, matey." He puffs out his chest, slim tail flicking, ready for a fight if this tom decides to pounce.
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  • ooc: @Frostmoth

  • CAPTAIN — HE/HIM ･ 93 MOONS ･ FORMER SHIPCAT
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    an older seal point tom with green eyes. 'tis the tale o' an ole seadog named Cap'n. Now forced ashore due t' his twolegs retirin', he be lookin' fer somewhere pleasant t' spend the rest o' his days. He had a mate who be now sadly wit' Davey Jones 'n two lovin' sprogs. He be known by many kittypets in the area due t' his age 'n be a rather pleasant tom t' be around, even if he can be a bit hard t' understand at times.
 
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PEBBLEDREAM ──
riverclan | warrior​
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It's not often that Pebbledream outwardly emotes more than a small smile or twitch of their whiskers, and it's even less often that Pebbledream shows any kind of hostility. But when a cat they've never seen ambles into camp, completely undetected, their first instinct is to raise their hackles and hiss.
"Who are you??" they demand, their tail swishing outward to block the tom's view of their Clanmates in a protective gesture. Their eyes are narrowed as he speaks, their icy gaze colder than the ground their unsheathed claws sink into. "Seek... asylum?"

Before they can open their mouth to retort, Pikestar walks up to the kittypet elder, his voice level yet not as stern as Pebbledream would like... it's halfway through his invitation that Frostmoth pushes the other cat backwards. Although they're hardly jumping into battle themself after hearing Pikestar's words, they do nothing to stop the deputy; their stone-cold glare lessens only slightly when they turn to their leader.
"I would hope the punishment would be quite large for such bold trespassing, Pikestar. I have nothing against kittypets joining RiverClan, but not if they're going to blatantly barge into our home." They glance back to Captain. "You. How would you feel if someone walked into your home unannounced - your twoleg den, or what have you? I'm sure you'd feel much the same as us." They huff an abrupt an irritated sigh as they sit, trying to get their fur to flatten. "Pikestar - if you'll allow me to suggest - I think if he is to stay, he should have to prove himself. If he thinks he can so boldly intrude, then perhaps we should let Frostmoth help him prove that boldness is founded." It's quite rare that Pebbledream endorses any kind of violence, but they've given their reason as to why. Let him get his 'licks', as the old miser had called it.
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the vow resounds: honor above all
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Cloudkit​
status: intrigued​
Cloudkit sits near the nursery when the new comer barges in. She blinks at him startled as she turns to watch Pikestar and Frostmoth lay into him. Pikestar says he is welcome but will need to be punished but Frostmoth says he isn't welcome and now she's just confused. She doesn't move from her post, not wanting to get in the middle of whatever is going on with the stranger who waltzed into camp without even a 'by your leave'. He's very entertaining though to watch. Standing up to Frostmoth but also accepting whatever Pikestar's punishment is. It almost makes her snort but she contains the urge as she watches. Best not to draw attention to herself after all. She doesn't know this stranger and while he doesn't look like he's going to attack, it's better to be safe than sorry.

She glances at Pebbledream before facing the elder once more. She's not entirely sure she wants to watch a fight if thats what Pebbledream is suggesting. Cloud glances behind her at the nursery, calculating just how fast she could high tail it back inside if this does turn into a fight.

You wanna stay alive, better do what you can

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  • CLOUDKIT She/Her A cloud puff on land, she is a blue rosette tabby with soft amber eyes.

    ᯓ★ Kitten of Riverclan
    ᯓ★ Child to Willowburn
    ᯓ★ Sister to Rumblekit, Bloomkit, & Buckkit
    ᯓ★ 6 moons; ages on the 1st of every month (updated 12/8/2025)
    ᯓ★ speech thought action
    ᯓ★ peaceful/healing powerplay permitted

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