"Hello Tridentclaw," growled a voice from the shadows, and out stepped a jet black tom with turqoise eyes. He looked large, yet not neccesarily menacing. A white tuft of fur sat upon his chest in stark contrast to the rest of his pelt.
Stonewind smiled, and added, "Welcome to Riverclan."
The Tribe of Desert Sands is a pretty nice name.
However, another thought, maybe "The Tribe of Shifting Sands"?
Shard picked his way through the subway station, his mouth open, smelling his way around. Suddenly, his ears pricked, and his eyes narrowed.
"I smell you..." he hissed under his breath, and stalked around a corner. There, he saw to the end of the platform, where there were two cats, one of them clearly a queen by her scent.
The psychotic loner's claws made a click-clack sound as they emerged from their sheaths and hit the concrete beneath his paws.
"...But I won't for much longer," he completed with a sinister smile.
I changed my vote to "other" because I support Shifting Sands 
"...Nice to meet you, Waterkit," meowed Dewkit, suddenly awkward. He wasn't sure at all whether or not he liked this kit.
"So, where did you say you were from again?" prompted Stonewind, hoping to get a proper conversation going. "I must have missed it - I just got back from hunting. There was this beautiful otter, but it got away."
Stonewind sighed and sat down, wrapping his tail around his feet, suddenly gloomy about the loss of the otter.
Shard shrunk against a wall as a surge of twolegs came bustling through the subway, blocking his path to the cats.
Their blood can remain unspilled for a few minutes, thought the malicious loner - or was he a rogue now? - in disgust as he walked the busy twolegs. Finally, the giant monster that had roared up to the station blasted away, leaving the station relatively empty once more. Shard hid himself under a twoleg seat, and carefully dragged himself foreward, just out of sight of the the queen and her mate.
Surprise is the key element here, he thought to himself almost smugly, and yet time is not of the essence.
"Oh! Right, yes, I'm sure. It really was a prize, though," sighed the black tom forlornly. "It was albino. Nice to meet you too."
However, instead of leaving, Stonewind yawned, and then added, "Actually, come to think of it... you have gotten permission form Cougarstar to join our clan, right?"
Stonewind yawned loudly, and then curled up to sleep in the sun. It was chilly out here, but at least it wasn't blowing snow. Here, unlike the Warrior's Den, the black tom could sleep in the sunlight, which, naturally, heated his black fur very nicely.
"Hello, all," he meowed sleepily.
Shard sat at the edge of a small holt, his claws sheathing and unsheathing.
I need to kill someone, he thought irritably. Too many cats, not nearly enough time.
With a yawn, his claws extended to length, he clsoed his eyes, and his tongue extended full out. Then he closed his mouth, opened his eyes, and began to move.
Shard was on the prowl.
Go North-West a bit...
TPBM lives in Canada.
Stonewind shrugged, smiling apologetically.
"Sorry, but I'm sure some naive loner or kittypet - I'm not calling you naive! - might have thought it was ok to jsut walk in and proclaim themselves part of our clan."
"How," meowed Stonewind dryly from where he sat, eyes narrowed, "is a kit that isn't six moons supposed to be a warrior already?"
He'd been listening to the conversation in lieu of anything else to do.
Shard hissed ever so softly. He always liked to mess with the mind of his... prey when he stalked them. And so, softly, he whispered, "You're not alone little kittypet... there are things... cats... in this world... that you cannot comprehend..."
With this, he stealthily slid himself out from under the bench, and crept up on the duo slowly, accidentally making a slight rustling noise as he approached.
Oh, mousedung...
"Why didn't you start your apprenticeship?" Meowed Stonewind, padding over to the kit warrior. "Did you have no mentor?"
Shard smiled maliciously as he saw the kit born. He then looked up at the puffed up tom, and said nonchalantly, "I hope you realize I'm going to kill you."
He then began to circle the duo - now trio - carefully, his extended claws rattling against the cement. Far away in the distance, another monster could be heard approaching.
I'd just like to say, I hate hate hate hate hate tribe names that go "the Tribe of blank of blank". I really don't think a second "of" looks good in a tribe name.
Just sayin'.
Shard kept his body low to the ground as he scented the air. He could scent cats nearby... quite a large number. His eyes narrowed, and he prepared himself mentally for the (hopeful) kill.
Then he began to move foreward once more, treading silently in the night.
"So, are you clanborn, or from out of the clan?" yapped Dewkit, hoping to break the tension. "I was a loner until about two moons ago - but I feel totally clanborn!"
Shard pondered the question for a moment, and then said, "Chivalry is for the weak. So is mercy. I don't even know what that word means - I've just heard people talking about it. However, killing you isn't cowardly, if that's what you want to call it. It's fulfilling my duty.
With this, Shard leapt foreward, and slashed at Apollo's face.
