OOC--She needs acceptance unless we can establish she's been here for awhile and is a warrior already. Hardworking and will make a great addition to the Clan. Looks like the cat as my avatar.
i had the time of my life fighting dragons with you
The scarred dark brown she-cat padded through the forest, her broad, muscular shoulders rolling in time with her paces. Long legs moved rhythmically to propel the body forward. Her scarred-over pelt slid easily through the bushes as she padded toward the many scents of cats. She approached the border and halts by it, her long scarred tail flicking back and forth. Her alert ears were pricked for any signs of danger or other cats who could let her in to their Clan.
She'd heard of Clans before, a long time ago, back when she was battling her parents so she didn't have to be killed at the end of her training. Her mother had whispered them to her as bedtime stories; of the battle-ready cats who called themselves warriors, how they had a leader who was granted nine lives and a deputy who helped run the place beside the leader. She'd even known about the medicine cat, but she only thought they were stories--fairy-tales generations had made up over time.
As she grew older, the stories were still fresh in her mind like she'd heard them only that last night. She'd decided to find these cats after she killed her own litter, and so she did. She'd found them after a long time and after 'research' (you could call it) she had decided upon one that she could easily rise in power to. Confidence was found in her strides and even in the glitter of threat in her criticizing blue gaze. Oh, this would be almost too easy.
Throwing back her sable brown skull, the she-cat parted her jaws to let loose a yowl for anyone with enough pitiful power to accept her into their Clan. Of course, she didn't word it that way. Instead, it was more like this--"Cat needing acceptance at border. Please come quickly."
And so, lowering her lips and turning her dials toward the other side of the border, she waited.
long live, the look on your face and bring on all our pretenders one day, when we'll be remembered