Raindance wants to join Windclan

Cyanthro came by at least, leading his son Flawedkit along behind him. He loved all his children equally, but his grayblue son seemed most prone to following him when he tried to sneak off and fulfill some of his duties.

Raising his nose to the wind, Cyanthro's less than canine senses caught a she-cat on their border. He jaunted over to her, Flawedkit nipping at the plume of his bushy tail while trying to keep up. When the kind Windclanner spotted the newcomer, he smiled in greeting but maintained his size and posture - he was no tom to be messed with, not while he had his brood to guard.

"Can I help you?" Cy asked politely, taking in the traits of the outsider. Didn't seem to be a scarred battle mongerer, so far as he could see at least.

Cyanthro's honey gold eyes widened at the story. He was a loner himself previously, so he knew it wasn't improbable for her to be accepted, but her mentor trying to kill her? They were Windclan for Star's sake, not Bloodclan!

"What was your mentor's name?" Cy asked wearily, eyeing his son, who's eyes were trained on the newcomer after the tale. He could practically read it in his juvenile offspring's gaze; will my mentor do that to me? Damn. This age they were at, everything seemed possible without their logic functioning yet.