the young tom cat was moving with ease; his shoulder blades moving in each step. giant green eyes watched the surroundings with caution. the thunderpath always brought worries to his mind; he had a few close encounters with the thunder-monsters. their loud screams hurt his ears, but they are quick and often alone. the sky was getting brighter, as he was coming upon thunderclan's territory markings. the loner knew that the clan would be able to turn him away; but easy to join another.
frankly, the tom cat was a green eyed, black pelted, short hair. he was nothing much to look at. just a fluffy tail, which got his name: pappy. like any other family, he had a few siblings--mom and dad. his home is moon journey away to get to this point: the borders. pappy only heard stories of these great clans, but only came cross some unknown group of rouges or odd felines. feral as they come; pappy's eyes glared into the forest. his thick tail waving behind him; in annoyance matter. "hear me!" pappy called out, kicking up some dirt. disturbing the scent markers.