Morningpaw licked her paw cautiously, waiting for any hint of movement. The silky dilute-tortie cat walked near Hawkclan's border. Being just over 10 moons old, she had had lots of training to become a warrior, she would still have to wait just a little while longer though. She had been wandering for only a few days in the forest before she came upon this clan. She wanted very badly to be accepted into their clan, to have a mother, a father, and friends.
Backstory:
{She didn't know what happened to her parents besides her mother, who died giving birth to her. She always felt sorrow when she thought it, because of her, her mother is dead. She hasn't been alone though, a nice brown-tabby she-cat had nursed her and pretty much was the only mother-figure in her life. When Morningpaw was about 8 moons old, her 'mother' had gotten green-cough. From then on, Morningpaw wasn't allowed to see her anymore. Her conditions got worse and the life inside of the she-cat slowly left her.
Depressed to the highest degree, Morningpaw fled, leaving all of that behind. She wanted to start new and forget about all that had happened. That's how she ended up here, at Hawkclan's border, hoping more than anything they will take her in.}
She continued to wait, a little hungry and a little lonely. But all of this could be changed in just moments. She is almost at warrior age but still feels like a helpless little kit sometimes. She misses the close bond she had with her 'mother', the daily baths, the play-times. Also the warmness of sleeping in a little ball with a warm body curled around her for comfort.
She suddenly heard a sound, sticking her nose to the air she could tell it was a Hawkclanner. How should I greet them? What should I say? She wondered worriedly. The cat had already started to approach her before she could think of what to do. Suddenly fearful, she started shaking slightly. She was low to the ground with her head down in full respect, nervous as to how the cat standing before her would respond to her actions. She slowly peered up, still trembling, expecting the cat to swat her.
