sephiroth, a loner cat, stumbles upon snowclan territory

Sephiroth, tired, hungry, weak, and lonely, stumbled upon the territory of the snowclan. His scars from battling the bloodclan cats oozing small bits of blood through his brown and black, matted fur. He padded through the outskirts of the territory, hoping not to upset any of the clan cat by his sudden appearence.

I hope they don't throw me out when they realize I've come upon their territory. All I want is to join there clan, so I have a home and a family, and maybe some food... I'm starving, and I need time to let my wounds heal shut.
Sephiroth thought to himself as he took several steps into the territory.

He layed down as silently as he could, just within the snowclans boundries, and mewed quietly, licking his wounds, hoping some kindhearted clan cat would find him, andhelp him out.

Following slowly behind the injured cat came Featherfoot, a large, black tom with fluffed out chest fur that was a stained light yellow, as well as white paws that were also stained the yellow, only darker. Patches of his fur was ruffled a bit with dried blood, and he had a slight limp. 'Whatever...' he muttered very quietly and approached Sephiroth.

Featherfoot quietly laid beside Sephiroth, and licked his ear affectionately. "Hopefully SnowClan will accept us," he mewed hopefully, licking his paws. He looked around with his ears pricked, wanting to know if a nice cat would find them. He was determined not to be his usual grumpy self here, because he ruined it with both DarkClan and BloodClan, and was very embarrassed by the rejections.

"Yes my friend," said sephiroth in a raspy mew, "I truly hope were accepted here also." Sephiroth rubbed his head up against featherfoot lovingly,as if to show that their new found friendship would be a great one, and that they could be there for each other, no matter how many clans were mean and rejecting to them.

Sephiroth then perked up, smelling a rodent in the near area. Hoping it would come close so he could kill it without much effort, he layed his head down on the ground between his front two paws, waiting quietly fr the rodent to come closer.

A purr escaped Featherfoot's jaws. This didn't happen often. Sephiroth was his first real friend, and he was happy he wouldn't be alone on facing the clans. Featherfoot rested his muzzle in his pelt, until he smelt the mouse too. He looked up and saw Sephiroth was waiting for it to come close. "Wait," Featherfoot meowed, putting his tail in front of Sephiroth's nose. "Wouldn't they be mad if we caught their prey? I know you're hungry; I am too, but this won't be the way to get in..." he meowed slowly and quietly, not wanting to upset his friend.
He just didn't want his friend to get much hurt. Featherfoot had hardly a scratch and was used to the fighting life; he should be called a rogue since he's kinda hostile and moved around alot, so he's tough. But his friend was beaten up... Featherfoot got sad because of thinking how it was because Sephiroth was defending him.

"Your right, featherfoot," sephiroth mewed. "Ill let this lucky little mousey pass this time. But I am starving. I hope a cat from snowclan will notice us soon." He sat up gently ad began cleaning his paws, trying to get some of the blood of of them.

"We should decide how we shall approach the snowclan with the idea of us joining." Sephiroth exclaimed to his pal featherfoot. "Maybe we should try being very humble this time. Thatmight be the way to get in." He mewed calmly between licks to his, now much cleaner, paws.

Featherfoot sighed, "Was I that hostile?" he meowed, a little angrily, but not at his friend. Not at all, more at Coyotefang. "Because I think Coyotefang was, not me. He just barges in there demanding an explanation, than he says he's stronger than me! Ha!" Featherfoot ended with a snort.

He sighed again, wondering when someone would come.

Sephiroth gave a small grimice at coyotefangs name. "No friend. You were not hostile in the least. I was coyotefang who was in the wrong. But don't worry, I think we will have better luck here than in bloodclan or darkclan. IF someone ever comes to us. Maybe weshould move closer into their territory, so they can see us better." Sephiroth exclaimed gently to his new friend.

Sephiroth stood to his wobbly feet, and started slowly towards the snowclans clearing in the middle of their territory. He shook his head a little because of a cold chill, and exposed a gash on his right ear, that almost looked like a piercing. He then hung his head low, in hopes that featherfoot didn't see it.

He marched on slowly through the smll gusts of wind, looking back now to check if featherfoot was behind him. He ddnt want to be doing this alone.

He found a nice spot, and layed back down, as he waited for featherfoot to catc,h up to him.

"No friend at all..." he growled. "Coyotefang immediately hated me when I mentioned BloodClan! he looked around, seeing if someone was coming. "You're right. We should get moving further in," he meowed and got up to follow his friend.

As the cold wind blew, Featherfoot stopped, to take in the cold air. It felt good on his feathery fur, but when he looked on at his cold friend, he padded up and leaned his pelt against Sephiroth's. He noticed a small piercing in his ear, but decided to say nothing.

He laid down beside Sephiroth. "Is this where you want to sit?" he meowed.

"Yes friend, this is where we can stay fr. While. Incase you saw my ear, I can.. tell you whathappened if you'd like. We have some time apparently, since no ones coming to talk to us yet." Sephiroth mewed to featherfoot as they huddled together in the cold wind.
Sephiroth curled his tail tight round the two of them, hoping it would give them some extra warmth since his tail was so very long and fluffy.

Frostshard was leaning against a tree as he sat down. Cold wind blew snow on his fur. "Well well looks like its a new guy, i say just chill and see what he has to say." 8) he said cooly smiling.

Featherfoot hasn't yet noticed the new cat. He also twirled his tail around him and his friend and muttered, "I see why they call it SnowClan." He gave a soft mewl of laughter and then looked down guiltily when his friend mentioned the ear. "You don't have to tell me," he meowed softly in his friend's ear.

Frostshard purred a little "Oh so your both loners? well and what brings you to snowclan?"

Featherfoot jumped a little at the voice, and turned to see who the speaker was. He was about to yowl a witty remark, but kept his mouth shut, and instead said simply, "Looking for a place to stay." It was the truth, afterall.

Frostshard raised his eyebrow as he sensed the cats unease. He scratched his ear "Well thats cool and all but most of my clan are quite hot tempered and hate loners as if they always brought a storm with them. BUt i can escort you in and take a shot at it."

Featherfoot took a look at Sephiroth and then rolled his eyes. "Great, we need more hot tempered cats..." he muttered, wincing from the experience. He bowed his head thankfully at Frostshard. "Do not worry, we bring no storm, only peace"

Frostshard shrugged as he began heading to camp flicking his tail signaling them to follow "Oh its cool with me, if you do i have ways of getting rid of ya, so i jsut go with the flow, however its my team you need to appeal to."

On the way to the other cats, Sephiroth gave the story to featherfoot. "it was when I was younger. I was born to a shecat from the darkclan, who had mated secretivly with a tom from the bloodclan. I was just a kit when my parents love was realized, and both of them were killed by their clans for mating with their enemy." Sephiroth let a small tear out ofc his right eye, thinking of his parents death, and mising them greatly.

"Although I was just a kit, I decided id never be in ither of my parents clans, but that I would help needy loners out, in hopes to create a clan of my own one day, full of cats who discourage fighting. But until then, I would find friends alon my journy, and watch out for the cats who are in the right." Sephiroth turned to featherfoot, wiping the tears from his eyhes with his paw.

"As I was leaving the spot where my mother left me at the edge of the darkcan "terrtory, a meber of the clan found, and tried to kill me, but he missed as he tried to claw my neck, and took a gouge out of my right ear insted. I remember everytime I feel the scar on my ear, that I need to do what's right, insted of behaving how the mmbers of thed dark colan and the bloodclan behave." He finished his story quietly.

Frostshark looked at them "Well dont you have a long history?"

Sephiroth, not knowing the other cat was listening in, felt ashamed, but replied, "yes, I do. But my history is what makesme the strong cat I am today, and its what makes me loyal and the type of cat that would do your clan good to have."

Featherfoot nodded to Frostshard, thankful for his kindness, but worried about what the rest of SnowClan would think of them. "Thank you so much!" he meowed and got up, nudging Sephiroth to do the same.

Featherfoot cringed as he padded beside Sephiroth and heard the story. "That's...so sad," he muttered, and gave his friend's scarred ear a quick lick. "I know what it's like to be born in a clan and then thrown out, though. I was borne DarkClan, and as a kit, one of the meaner warriors threw me out." he mewed sadly, "Heck, it might have even been Coyotefang when he was still an apprentice, or at least an early Warrior. Maybe that's why he hates me..."

Featherfoot stopped dead when he realized something. He wasn't as peaceful as his friend. He liked the spill of blood, and the excitement of battle. Did this mean he wouldn't be apart of his friend's clan, when his friend made the clan?

Trying to change the subject, although he felt greatly bad for his friend, he was sad to think he may not be welcomed in the clan he will make. "So, Frostshard, how long have you been a warrior?" he asked with a distracted tone as they came into the main camp.