Whitefreeze needs new clan and new mate

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    The cold wind hit a gray ashy tom with orange stripes and he shivered. "I can't wait until Leaf-Bare is over. It's frigid outside!" His teeth clattered as he told his apprentice, a dusky brown tom with amber eyes. The young apprentice nodded in agreement. "I could finally get some sleep without waking up in the middle of the night cold." He mewed. The ashy tom smiled. Unlike most warriors and apprentices, him and Mousepaw get along very well- they were actually friends. The young ashy tom led Mousepaw down a hill. Mousepaw stopped dead in his tracks. "Burningash, there's something you ought to see." He whispered. Burningash ran up to his apprentice and saw it- a well camouflaged white cat. The cats didn't recognize the cat, so they yowled a battle cry and flung themselves at the figure. "Who are you and where do you come from?!" Roared Burningash.

    The two toms backed up away from her and plopped down. "We are warriors of SnowClan. I am Burningash and this is Mousepaw." Burningash reported hotly.

    Burningash snickered. No, we aren't. We are just from a Clan. He thought sarcastically. Mousepaw, on the other hand, nodded. "Yeah. You must'v heard of us then." He meowed. The smoky warrior's blue eyes widened. No sign of hostility? He wondered. Clan cats weren't supposed to be friendly around rouges, loners, and other Clan cats for StarClan's sake! Mousepaw looked at Burningash and guessed what he was thinking. "What are you doing on our territory anyways?" He asked, but a hint of a snarl in his voice. That's better. Burningash thought with pride for his brave apprentice. Mousepaw started licking his paw.

    Burningash sprang up with a snarl of defense. "This is our territory, and we weren't the ones caterwauling!" He spat, his blue eyes turning as pale as ice. (Yes, his eyes changed icy when he was mad.) Mousepaw winced at the fierce hostility that his mentor shot at the newcomer. Wow. Everyone thinks of him as shy and friendly. It must be his loyalty. Mousepaw guessed. The smoky gray warrior's fur spiked all around. The orange stripes were now dull brown due to the dirt and dust that clung onto it.

    well did you hear me yowl? no I didnt think so and I was leaving the area I wasnt stealing prey, I wasnt attacking your camp, and I wasnt attacking anyone. she says with a hiss

    But Burningash didn't buy it. "How do we know? Only recently Lakeshine had been murdered!" He snapped back. Mousepaw nodded in agreement, eyes narrowing.

    do you see any blood on me no i didnt think so and if you think i washed it off i dont really like the taste of cat blood and i hate getting my paws wet she says with a hiss

    Mousepaw snarled, knowing that she was right, and sat down, glaring at her. Burningash looked at her. "You're just right for our Clan." He muttered under his breath.

    Burningash looked up. "Being in a Clan is a huge responsibility- caring for kits and elders, fighting for the death for your Clan. You wouldn't be just another mouth to feed- you'd be another cat who defends the Clan." He explained.