morning sun greets another visitor. [leaders/deputies; cat joining.]

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    The slim body of Salaamblessings stalked towards the leader's den, her bright green eyes looking around curiously as she called out, "Castaway? Jabber? Pic, Rook? A cat is here, looking too join." She waited patiently outside the entrance of the den, glancing briefly behind herself to make sure the tresspasser had followed.

    Tawnyleg padded up to the two cats. "Hello. So you wish to join ShadowClan? Tell us a bit about yourself, and what you have to offer to the Clan. We don't let just anyone join." The General grunted.

    "Hello." A decidedly more cheery voice mewed. A hulking black tom emerged from the shadows, a grin on his face. "Very nice to meet you. My name is Rookfeather. As Tawnyleg said, please tell us any special talents you may have, and we'll pass our verdict." The deputy added.


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    The calico dipped her head. "Greetings, Tawnyleg and Rookfeather. I am Rosethorn. I used to be a member of BloodClan, but I left. I got sick of their constant whining, and I git sick of eating Twoleg garbage." Rosethorn let her dark green gaze flicker between the three ShadowClan cats. "I was a feared fighter in BloodClan, and I could easily bring down rats. I wish to give my gifts to ShadowClan to use."

    [justify]"Can you sing and dance, too? Maybe you'll be the court jester. Good for you, you can hunt rats. My co-leader can hunt deer." Castaway snorted. His round black paws were stretched in front of him as he stood from his den. The ShadowClan leader's emerald gaze shifted between the general, the deputy, and the calico. "You can join as long as you don't turn out to be some sort of fairy queen." The old medicine cat whose sudden promotion had been shocking spoke with a nonchalant, sardonic tone. [/justify]

    Rosethorn suppressed the urge to curl her lip. "I am no fairy queen," she growled. "I will do my best as a warrior of ShadowClan."

    Jabberjaw blinked, "Why would Bloodclan be eating two-leg stuff? They're in the middle of a desert, are you even from Bloodclan? There are no two-legs around them.." That was suspicious to Jabberjaw, the leopard just sat and waited

    Rosethorn stared up at Jabberjaw, not flinching, although the leopard was much larger than her. "Are you calling me a liar?"

    "Basically, unless you're apart of a different bloodclan." Jabberjaw said narrowing her eyes, "With as many small clans popping up like weeds thats possible, but the big bad, cannibalistic, war hungry Bloodclan? They live in the desert and have for..a few years, there isn't a two-leg around them for miles." Jabberjaw said with a swish of her tail.

    (I'm sorry I'm late with replying to this. I just moved in with my mother and I've had to unpack and stuff. ^-^)


    Rosethorn tilted her head. "No, not the huge one in the desert," she meowed, her eyes flickering. "A smaller Clan that declares themselves BloodClan. I wasn't aware there was one in the desert."

    "Aaah, I see, I get ya, yeah I don't care if you join or nothin." The leopard said with a shrug, "Have fun."

    Rosethorn swished her tail. desperately trying to suppress her excitement. "Thank you," she meowed, dipping her head respectively. "I promise to be the best ShadowClan warrior I can be."

    Rookfeather offered a more sympathetic smile towards Rosethorn, padding over to her. "Welcome to Shadowclan. I hope you like it here." The hulking tom meowed, before turning and bounding away after Jabberjaw.