come meet the intruder (open)

Ooc:(http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1319026.new#new here's his bio if you want. I would advise you reaading it tho)

[size=36pt]Black Brother[/size]
Black Brother stood out of his small cave, savoring the approach of the day in the woods of the Thunderclan. Pale moonlight glimmered out of a watery cloud flecked sky. It was breezy but the chill of the early spring had died out in the warm winds. Green buds where shooting out of the scrub lands. Forest birds soared across the tender green woodlands. The huge panther shifted his position nearer to the fire. Wincing momentarily and arching his back against the rocky outlet that served as a refuge for the night. The shadows where long and flickering, giving a mysterious look to the surroundings. "Now now, what shall i do with my spare time while i wait for our good friends?" The old panther said to himself. He cast his milky white eyes around the clearing, seeing everything alto you might think he was blind. He found a large stick of yew that was perfect for the task he wanted to execute. A large paw snaked out of his rocky refuge to grab the piece of wood firmly between the black talons of the big feline. The panther shaved away conscientiously the bark of the thick piece of wood, leaving only the knots and curls of the natural forms of the wood. The pale wood shone brightly in contrast to the oily black paw that was holding it. The feline tested the strength of the branch of wood by bending it against his paws. For a few seconds, the panther was silent. Hhhmmm..." you are as fit as you will ever be my good friend" he whispered to the piece of wood. "You are very good wood. You'll be perfect for what i want to do". Grasping it between the talons of one paw, the big inky panther unsheathed the other five and started scratching and grinding his onyx colored talons against the wood. Shrapnel peeled away slowly but surely.
Then the big cat interrupted his actions and looked around chuckling. Far away, an owl hooted to the bright full moon. There was a faint rustling in the bushes. So the old one called out in his deep mellifluous voice:

"Draw close little woodlander."

The light of the shy fire that the panther had lit mellowed the clearing in a mysterious orange glow. A small figure was framed in the escaping light. A small fawn came from behind the ferns timidly. Long graceful legs shaking she approached towards the old panther.
"P-please don't hurt me, Mr. Panther!! I don't want to die!!"
Small tears rolled down her face on the moss strewn ground. The transparent beads clung desperately to the nettles covering the forest floor before the ground greedily absorbed the tears. The oily black panther looked up and smiled slightly at the frightened little creature. He then let his milky white eyes stray towards his piece of work he was doing. Now, the piece of wood was taking a shape. Tho it was not well defined it was still very well carved. The long onyx talons had made good work of the rough outer layer and was now scraping at the soft under. The panther continued smiling and hailed the small creature to come by in his most reassuring deep voice:
"Come now young one, the fear of death follows from the fear of life. A person who lives fully is prepared to die at any time. But have no fear, no harm shall befall you. Now come sit next to me for we shall wait for the others."
A big rumbling made itself feel in the ground and in an other part of the clearing, the ferns parted and a big grizzly bear strong and powerful strolled out, sending dirt spraying everywhere.
"Name and business"
Grumbled the big beast. The panther only kept scraping at the piece of wood and asked the creatures:
"Come, and sit by the fire my young friends so that i can tell you everything you need to know."

bump?

Oh, well this one was a agitated one. How interesting. Thunderclan had always been know for their hot blooded warriors but the old panther did not expect them to be as agressive...
"All in good time young bear. Names are very contradictory. A name is what defines an idividual. A name however can mean but dust and air." He chuckle to himself elusively as he thought about the many names that had been given to him. He interrupted his scratching of the piece of wood."I have owned many names: Black Brother, Midnight Sun, Dark Night, and Shadowcat. (he pause for an instant thoughtful) Just choose the one that fits me the best and let us be done with it."

The old feline only smiled slightly at the remark of the young warrior. He continued chipping away at the piece of yew. Not looking at his quarry. the silence prolonged itself and the fire continued to sputter very slightly in the clearing. The shadows of the animals where long and eerie looking. The broad leaves and ferns made a perfect little pace that was perfect for the old panther. He liked the forest of thunderclan.
He interrupted his scrapping of the wood and looked down on the little warrior that had so violently asked her question. "On th contrary little one, this place is absoluetly for someone like me." He waved his tail in impatience. "Does everyone here believe in what you call starclan?"

The old inky black feline waved his snaking tail impatiently but he spoke with a deep voice that wanted itself calming: "I did not insinuate that you do not believe in starclan little one. On the contrary, i can only accept in this small meeting those that actually do believe in our ancestors. Even if it was foolish of me asking that as my memory tells me Thunderclanners are quite sensible to their beliefs. Do not fear, i for one am a fervent believer of the ancestors." The crackling fire flashed red and orange glows that reflected on the black pelt of the feline. Something in his tone maybe, or his mysterious aura was calming.