Wounded She-cat Enters Territory (You can wound me, capture me, just no killing)

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    "Sounds like a challenge," Brookfire smirked, rising to her paws. To her surprise, her wound was already almost healed. What was that stuff that had been rubbed on her by Darkstreak? Well, it didn't matter now. She was ok! Unsheathing her claws, she raced outside. She passed Leopard, giving a nod of greating and continuing out into the open rocky surface of the mountain. Almost instantly she spotted a mouse, gnawing on a seed. The she-cat got into hunting stance, hiding behind a pile of boulders. Making sure she was downwind, she crawled forward to the mouse and pounced on it, snapping its neck and killing it. She put it down, looking it over in triumph. It was a big, plump rodent, bigger than one she had ever seen. She looked up at Deathstroke proudly. "How's that?"

    Turning he watched as Brookfire went to hunt then looked at Leopard. "Nice to meet you Leopard, I am Deathstroke a Skull cat." He gave a nod of greeting before looking back to Brookfire and watching her bring back a large mouse. "Very good, a fast and effective hunt. Keep that up and you'll be a Skull in no time."

    Brookfire smiled and placed the mouse at his feet. "Here, have some. It's too big for just me." She took a bite out of it, savoring the taste. "Do you have a leader, like in the Clans?"

    He smiled and took a bite. "Thank you, that's what being in the group is all about." He licked his mouth before speaking. "Yes, his name is Scythe and he is the one who talks to our god Fortis. He is a wise ruler and kind, but fights with a stern paw when he needs to."

    Brookfire nods in understanding. This new life didn't sound so bad--pretty good, actually. Now that her wounds were healed, she felt like a new cat. Ready to begin a new life here, with the Skulls. Motivated, she asked, "What do I have to do to be a Skull? How long will it take?"

    "I don't think it will take too long. Just live here and don't leave. Prove you are loyal to the group." He thought for a moment. "I think it's safe to say you can sleep in the Skull's den, you have shown you are worthy already. Whatever you do though, don't sleep in the Peasant's den. You don't want to be treated like one of them."

    Leopard dipped her head in return. "I was wondering about joining the Skulls. I now know it is a good choice." she said.

    Brookfire took a bite of the mouse, happiness flooding through her. "Really? I can join you?" She began to have thoughts of her new life here.

    Brookfire purred and smiled in joy. This was her home now! She was so happy she could do anything! She rubbed against Deathstroke. "Thank you for everything."

    "For the moment the camp is in the caves. But a meeting place is in the middle. My- our leader Scythe is there. He is the one who can really make you Skulls."