To join a clan

[dewleaf]

Mudpaw wandered aimlessly through the thick stalks of wheat and grain. He smelt cats but just couldnt find them through the maze of their territory.This was dusk clan.
His mother, Bristleclaw had told him and his sister, Dewpaw of the four clans.Mistclan.Treeclan, whom his soft footed sister chose to join, Stoneclan and the infamous duskclan.Of which most cats frowned apon. Feeling it was ironic, he made it his promise to join and be part of this clan.
Deep amber eyes widened lightly.It was hot out. No shade to shelter his dark, almost black tabby pelt from the beating sun.
Snarling a fly away from his ear he broke in a run,dodging random thick strands of bracken, and birds, whom here nesting in the yarn like weeds of grain.
His stomache growled ferociously, reminding him of his awful hunger pangs, which reminded himself he hadent eaten for three suns. Although ti felt like a moon.
Coming to a comeplete stop in a small clearing,due to a large boulder planted in the middle of no where,Mudpaw heaved himself onto the rock, taking deep painful breaths.
Where was the camp?
Would he ever find it?
Or would he die out there on that rock? To become crowfood?
Taking a deep breath, he held it,trying to steady his breath. Yet he couldnt regularize it, and just made him pant heavier, and more painfully.
In time, he was better again. Just hot. Very hot.
Standing his sheathed and unsheathed his claws,pacing on the rock. Looking in all directions. For a clue as to where to go. Hoping to starclan, the havenly clan of his mothers teachings, would send a cat to guide him to the cats of Duskclan.

[Sabrestar]

"Hush, little one. Your breathing is too uptight, too rushed. I can scent your pain from here."

The cold, mocking whisper Duskclan's Mistress seemed to come out of nowhere. Not a single blade of grass betrayed her presence, not a flicker of fur within the tall stalks of wheat, not a shadow fallen on the ground.

The shimmering, heat-hazed sun cast its waves relentlessly, not a breath of wind to offer comfort, not a puff of cloud to offer shade, only the massive, open plains. Except for a little island.
Wait.
What?
Smack-dab in the middle of the massive wheat field, there was an "oasis" typed grouping of vegetation and even a tiny little pond to provide water. That, was where Sabrestar was.
Four trees stuck together in a tight - but comfortable - circle, boulders underneath the cool shadow of the trees' long, intertwining branches. The crystalline water glittered like ice between the few boulders surrounding it. Atop the largest boulder was a small black feline.
Beautiful. Deadly.
Like a rose. With sharpened thorns.
Completely black, the slightly curly fur of the well-groomed Leader made her look very dainty, like someone who never gets dirty. However, Sabrestar could care less about being dirty or clean. She just cares about how she presents herself - as a well-respected, well-feared, Clan Leader.
Stoical blue-silver eyes shone with an air of amusement as they dropped their gaze upon Mudpaw, raising her thin muzzle, resting it on a bent paw.

"So what brings you to this part of the forest, Apprentice? Duskclan is anything but hospitable, should you know."

Sabrestar's silken voice rolled with a callous purr, taunting the young male. Her long, black tail arched over her smooth back, the two tiny scars below her left eye almost invisible; the only flaw upon her innocently pretty face.

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