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    Bruce was breathing heavily as he neared MountainClan's camp. He was exhausted and hadn't had a meal since he was last with his housefolk. He had left his housefolk in search of a new place to live. Sitting around all day eating pellets wasn't exactly the most exciting thing to do...


    He noticed a silver she-cat in the distance. Maybe she'd know if there were any other cats around! "Hey, uh... Excuse me miss, but do you know of somewhere I can live? Cats have been telling me about these wonderful groups called Clans, and I'd really like to join one."

    Nightwing whipped around as she heard an unfamiliar voice. The fur on her spine rippled a little. Trespasser! She thought, holding back the urge to hiss. Looking at the tom, she slowly let her fur flatten. Standing in front of her was a rather attractive orange tom.


    H-Hello. She greeted, dipping her head. Padding closer, she swished her tail a little as she looked at the tom. I'm Nightwing of MountainClan. She mewed happily, her eyes sparkling a little. I.. Um. I could bring you back to my clan perhaps. We are a bit short on warriors right now, and FallenStar, our leader, is bound to let you join us! She piped happily, pawing at the ground softly.

    "Oh, that would be wonderful!" Bruce exclaimed, happy by the she-cat's friendliness. MountainClan seemed like a pretty cool Clan to join. "Oh, and my name's Bruce," he added, although it went silent for a little while before he spoke again. "I was a kittypet for quite some time. What do you Clan cats do in the forest? Do pellets grow on trees?"


    (Oh, Bruce... You dummy... X3)

    Nightwing purred in amusement as she began padding back towards the camp. Flicking her tail, she beckoned him to follow. No, pellets don't grow on trees! And Clan cats don't eat kitty pet food. We eat the prey that we catch; like rabbits, voles, and mice! She explained as they padded through the forest. Looking over at the tom, she watched him for a second. And as for what we do... She mewed, hopping over a fallen log. Well… There are four clans; StreamClan, ForestClan, MoorClan, and our clan, MountainClan. In each Clan, there are Kits; the youngest cats of the clan. Queens; the mothers. Apprentices; the cats in training to become a warrior. Warriors; the 'protectors' I guess of the clan. Deputy; the cat that is ranked second in charge. And the leader; well, they are the leader! She mewed, nearing the camp.

    "Rabbits? Voles? Mice?" the cream tabby tom cocked his head. What on earth are those? He continued to follow the lithe she-cat, nearly stumbling over the log. "Wow, sounds like something out of one of my housefolk's movies. One day he wore this weird suit at night like he was going to save the world or something. " he turned his head to face Nightwing. "You'll have to tell me more about this Clan; it's all very confusing to me."

    Nightwing purred again with amusement, looking over at the tom. Alright, alright. But for now, I must introduce you to our leader, FallenStar. If she lets you into the camp, then you are bound to learn the ways of the clan. She mewed over her shoulder as she approached the entrance tunnel. Turning around, she stopped and stood in front of him. This, She mewed, flicking her tail and the gorse entrance, Is the entrance to the camp. Now follow me! She called, and turned away. Squeezing through the somewhat snug entrance, she bounded across the flattened ground.

    "H-hey, wait up!" the tom called to her, scrambling over to the entrance. He squeezed through, regretting that big bowl of pellets he'd eaten the other night. He tumbled to the ground as he made his way out, later regaining his footing. He followed Nightwing to wherever she was headed, panting heavily.

    Nightwing stood a few tail-lengths away from the entrance, waiting for Bruce. She could hear his pants and grunts as he clambered through the tunnel. As he came through the entrance, she padded over. That was… Interesting. Now. Let's go find FallenStar. She mewed, and padded quickly towards the leaders den, making sure that the tom could match her pace.

    Bruce nodded, as he was too tired to respond verbally. He followed Nightwing, unsure of what this Fallenstar would look like. Did leaders look different from warriors? Heck, he didn't even know what was warrior was. He just continued walking by her side until a light tabby with white came into view. He nudged Nightwing's shoulder with a paw. "Hey, is that her?"

    Nightwing shook her head. No, that's the deputy, Cloudheart. She explained, and then flicked her tail, drawing Cloudheart's attention. She watched as the deputy quickly bounded over.


    Nightwing, who is this? Cloudheart asked curiously.


    This is Bruce, a kittypet. He is in need of a home... She explained quietly to the deputy. Nodding understandingly, Cloudheart padded by Nightwing's side toward the leaders den. Stopping, the she-cat turned back.


    You two stay out here. I will go talk to FallenStar. Cloudheart mewed before disappearing.


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    This is FallenStar by the way:

    Bruce watched as the long-legged deputy headed into the leader's den, then exchanged glances with Nightwing. He suddenly felt really nervous. He shuffled his paws as his gaze fluttered around camp. It was quite big and there were several dens. It was something that he'd definitely need to get used to. Finally, Cloudheart and a tortoiseshell tabby she-cat stepped out of the den. Was that the leader?


    (Wow, she's so pretty! I love the picture you chose. I'll go ahead and put her up on the character thingy. :))

    {Thanks! And okay!}


    Nightwing dipped her head respectfully in greeting to the tortoiseshell she-cat. As her leader approached, she looked up. Greetings FallenStar! She mewed to the leader.
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    FallenStar dipped her head in reply. Greetings. Come into my den, we must talk. She replied, addressing all three of the cats that stood around her.
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    Cloudheart nodded, and padded along side her leader.
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    Looking over at Bruce, Nightwing smiled. Come one, don't be shy. She mewed. Then, she began padding after her leader.

    Bruce nodded, but couldn't help but worry. What was going to happen to him? Some strange initiation where they cover his fur in honey and roll him down a hill? Well, that's what his friend told him that they do, but hopefully they wouldn't. He made his way into the leader's den, surprised by the size of it. Why, you could fit twenty warriors in there, but it was only meant for one cat? Man, that Fallenstar was lucky.


    He took a seat between Cloudheart and Nightwing and spoke with a bit more confidence than he had a moment ago. He dipped his head as he spoke. "Greetings, Fallenstar. I am Bruce, nothing but a humble kittypet who seeks a better life in MountainClan. I hope that you accept me, and I will do anything that follows."

    FallenStar dipped her head in greetings. Hello Bruce, I am FallenStar of MountainClan. I do understand that you wish to join our clan. She mewed, eyes locked on the tom.
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    Nightwing glanced at Bruce, and wrapped her tail with his, reassuring him.
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    Cloudheart swung her head so she could look at Bruce. He seemed like a reasonable tom.
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    FallenStar swished her tail, and continued. Listen to me closely. We do have a shortage on warriors, and need more help. I am willing to take you in. She mewed, pausing momentarily. But you must try your hardest, and follow the rules to the best of your ability. One fault that I find that is major, and you're out. She mewed sternly.

    Bruce looked up at the pretty tortie she-cat, anticipation sparkling in his amber orbs. "Yes, ma'am," he nodded in acknowledgement before a question came to mind. "But... What is a warrior?"


    (Should he keep his kittypet name or should he change it, or should it be similar to what they did in Skyclan? ???)

    FallenStar's gaze softened at the kittypet's cluelessness. A warrior is a cat who has trained to protect the clan. They are very important to the clan. She mewed. And.. If it is okay with you, I would like to give you a warrior name. A warrior name is… a prefix that describes you and then a suffix. She mewed, trying to explain it in terms that the tom would understand.
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    Cloudheart purred softly. She liked this tom, and knew that he was going to be a great addition to the clan.
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    Nightwing's tail swished back and forth across the dusty ground as she listened to her leader.


    {Whatever you would like! Just tell me what you want your name to be, please. :)}

    "I would be honored to be given a warrior name," Bruce dipped his head once again, glancing back at the two she-cats that were watching him. He wondered what kind of name he'd receive. Nightwing was a really cool name, and Cloudheart sounded really sweet and kind. The tension was killing him!


    (How about Sunstorm? Does that sound okay? :))