The Clan Den

Kiiroku tried to go for her shoulder, but slipped and fell into the muck.

Nameless used this as an oppurtunity to bound over and place a paw on her Master, in an attempt to pin him down.

Kiiroku squirmed and tried to attack Nameless with flailing paws.

[Time edit. Chessru and those that went to get Brook back are still here. Featherkite is upset because Daybreak has abducted Creekstone.]

((I'm so confused. =/ Wibbly-wobbly-timey-wimey stuff belongs in Doctor Who... Eh, oh well. I can't see how it effects the play fight...))

Nameless jumped off in alarm, and, misplacing her paws, skidded back into a heap.

[It doesn't, XD. Neon has the ability to edit the timeline.]

Kiiroku jumped on her, swinging his tail.

Storm, with her new white bag and crystal necklace. She was much younger than when she died. A huge grin cracked her face in half.

Featherkite looked out on the horizon. Chessru stood up in surprise.
"Stormcloud?"

"Yes." She nodded, standing up, flicking her tail.

"You were dead. And you look...younger." He commented, looking confused. Silvermask had been risen from sleep.
"How can my mother be younger than me?" She said, her voice tired.

"Neon. I think she intended me to help in the war. Anyway, listen."

"Ah!" Squeaked Nameless with a laugh. With a giggle, she tried to push him off, when she noticed Storm. "Who is that, Master?"

Chessru and Silvermask pricked their ears to listen. Shadow looked irritated.

"Great-grandma Stormcloud" Kiiroku replied, almost rolling into his sister, Featherkite.

"I'm a great grandma now?" The Rapist winced. She then turned and began her story.

"Most of Clan-of-derps were elsewhere. They were trying to rescue Shithead, because Ruler of all had kidnapped her and began to torture her. She somehow ended up in Winter country, and that's where they went. They were battling with Ruler of all, and Monkey-bum was trying to rescue her ship and fight Ruler of all at the same time. Meanwhile, I was in the Timeless Realm. Neon had revived me and made me younger, and she let me have one - well, wish, I suppose. One thing I could change. So I made it so Nomnom was never possessed. It mean's Shithead's free, and Nomnom is free. And the war, this terrible war, we can do it right this time!"

"What war? Timeless Realm? Neon?" Nameless echoed, blankly. She shied away from the stranger, scared by her confusing terms, and stood next to Kiiroku.

Brook alighted outside the cave and rushed in, then paused.

"Master, your great-grandma is scary!" She barked, fearfully, shrinking back even further as Brook came in. "And who is that?"

"That's...Brook." Kiiroku said, "And the other stuff is...stuff..." Kirroku didn't know how to explain it.
"And why are you telling us this?" Silvermask asked, cocking her head.

"Br-oo-k." Nameless repeated slowly. "You've mentioned Br-oo-k before." Nameless commented, frowning, as if trying to remember where.

"Because we were loosing the war before. Now we can start afresh." Storm said, slightly hurt that they didn't know how badly they were loosing before.

"We have two originals, don't we?" Silvermask responded, "And there are more of us?"

Chessru's stomach churned.
He wasn't loyal to these clanmates.

"Yes." She nodded.

"So how are we losing?" Silvermask questioned.

"Well, YOU were ganged up on." Storm flickered her ear. "By Daybreak. Killed Creekstone, then refused to give up Brook. The time-reset lets us start again."

"I guess" Silvermask looked doubtful.