the jungle moves // o; joining

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    DARKNESS BETRAYED YOU

    hell. that's what life was. absolute hell. no rest for the wicked, right? punishment where it was due, hell for the sinners. foreststrike huffed, dragging his feet across hard rock, claws leaving faint scores. he didn't intend to mark the path he had walked with those nasty claws, but looking back was a long trail of little white marks. the mountains were unkind, the heavy fog choking and dense. certainly, this wasn't the worst the golden-brown tabby had been through, no. was it close? perhaps.


    for twelve moons the tom cat had been constantly on the move, though never looking back. he tackled life just that way - always looking forward and with claws unsheathed if need be. there was no such thing as cowardice in his life. to cower in fear was to die, so he never did so. anything in his way could be moved past, be it with words or with blood. it was this very stubborn attitude that had led him on this journey, away from what he once considered home. thinking about it now, the old territories were no place for him. none of the four clans could give him what he needed, which had led to his self-exile. how many pelts had he rubbed the wrong way, how many arguments and fights he had started with a prickly attitude was lost to him, for the answer was far too many.


    carefully, he started to slow his pace as the smell of other cats started to come by with the fog. every so often he would lower his nose, piercing green eyes remaining on the alert for any other signs of life. in the dense mist, sight was hindered and he had gotten lost a few times, but a keen sense of smell let him pick up traces of other cats to find his way to the border. he continued to pick his way across the terrible terrain until he could determine where the border was, backing up a little to sit. there he sat, stoically, until someone else found him waiting.

    I'M THE JUNGLE THAT MOVES

    Even through the heavy mists, Addertwist quickly caught the scent of a stranger on his lonely morning patrol. Well, it was really just a relaxing walk, but he figured he should start calling it a patrol now that he was a warrior.


    And along that same train of thought, Adder puffed out his coat as he neared the border to make himself look like an older, more intimidating tom. Surely that would keep him safe in case this turned out to be a hostile visitor.


    Shaking off the voice in his head that said to run and get backup first, Addertwist emerged from the trees to find the stranger waiting patiently at the border. They didn't smell like any of the other clans, which was either very good or very bad- but Adder could give himself a nice pat on the back for that excellent deductive work another time.


    Giving a few hesitant steps forward, Addertwist did his best imitation of an authoritative voice. "Who are you? Do you have business with DarkClan?"

    DARKNESS BETRAYED YOU

    foreststrike wasn't really expecting anyone to show up within the next day. after all in a fog like this, sight and smell were dampened, though perhaps he misjudged the locals who were probably more adept at living through the fog than an ex-thunderclan cat, who were far more used to living among dense trees and clear air.


    it came as both joy and dread that a cat actually did show up. now that there was someone else, there was explaining to do. foreststrike raised his head to level with the local cat, noticing slight hesitation. such a thing was not a good sign for this stranger, but foreststrike was not here for a fight, no. if anything, he needed help. the brown tom let himself relax a little. "i am foreststrike. i seek shelter at least for now, though i wish to join your clan if you will allow." the request was clear. no point beating around the bush. a warrior wouldn't have the authority to make the choice if he could join darkclan or not, but this warrior, if kind enough, would allow him to speak to someone else that could make the decision.

    I'M THE JUNGLE THAT MOVES