A Traveler Arrives

[midge]

A white speck is seen on the horrizon of scrub-lands in the mid-morning sun, a red and brown tail held straight up like a flag. As the speck got closer, it could be identified as a petite cat, her tiny frame moving silently among the scrubs. Though her stature was small, she had an air of energy that seemed it could over-come someone if they came too near, even though it was apparent she was weary from long days of travel. As the she-cat came closer, she could smell other cats. Maybe a medium-sized group of them, wafting over the hills, she was downwind.

A troupe perhaps?
She remember the old band of rag-tag travelers that called themselves The Troupe, that she once belonged. Theodore had told her to find a home for herslef while she was still young, but Midge didn't even know if these cats she smelled were friendly.

Did they have a leader?

[Kestrel]

You'll never ^take _me alive

As good luck would have it, the group below did have a leader, and that very leader leaped across the hilltop at that very moment.
She was moving quickly; stunningly quickly, actually, because where some cats had strength, she had speed.

Nevertheless, when the gray and white she-cat's eyes flicked over the unfamilliar cat, she managed to turn and skid to a near-perfect stop. Many cats less agile than her would have flipped over from stopping so quickly, but she had become accustomed to it.
Now she stood a few tail-lengths away, her mismatched eyes sharp but not hostile. "Hello," she said evenly.
She waited for this strange cat to make her intentions known.

^I'm alive

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[midge]

An unknown cat apperared in front of her as quickly as a bird, Midge did not move though, she just stood where she was, eyeing the she-cat cautiously.
She bowed her head slightly, but kept her eyes on the white and grey stranger.

Hello there ma'am. I am a traveler. I have come to find myself a home. Would you know of somewhere I could stay?
She found it easier to be more forward when it came to talking to cats she didn't know.

[Kestrel]

You'll never ^take _me alive

Kestrel's sharp gaze softened, and she seemed to relax. The slightest breeze ruffled her fur as she stood and watched the newcomer.
Finally, she have her almost-a-smile and meowed, "You stand now on RisingClan land. RisingClan is a rogue Clan determined to put an end to the darkness and evil that is BoneClan. It is not a peaceful place, because of the war we wage against our rival Clan, but it is a welcoming one."

^I'm alive

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[midge]

Midge smiled, she liked the sound of this RisingClan.

Peaceful doesn't really much matter to me anyway, ma'am. I lived with Elders and kits a'fore I came here. Never knew a peaceful day in m'life. And as far as war goes, I'd be glad to pay you back for me livin' here by fightin' with you and your clan. Theodore tol' me I was a clever fighter.

It was true, Midge knew not much about war, but she had a sharp wit and could get herself out of most sticky situations, using her mind, and if need be, claws.

[Kestrel]

You'll never ^take _me alive

It was a good answer, and clever fighters were Kestrel's favorite kind. She was a pretty clever fighter herself, though she was more a swift one than anything.
"RisingClan would be glad to have you," she meowed. "BoneClan's cats, though they are the lowest of the low -kit-killers, murderers, rapists- are known for their fighting skills; we need all the warriors we can get to overcome them."
She turned her face toward the unseen RisingClan camp, her mismatched eyes warm. Her Clan. She loved her Clan.
"I am Kestrel, leader of RisingClan. You are?"

^I'm alive

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[midge]

Midge curled her lip at the thought of BoneClan cats. Images of filthy murdering cats painted themselves in her mind. She had never seen one before, but from what Kestrel had said, Midge liked no part of BoneClan cats.

'More than willing to help, ma'am. The name's Midge. Pleasure to meet you, Madame Kestrel.

She dipped head once more, she could tell that this she-cat was an honorable leader and she felt great respect for her already.

[Kestrel]

You'll never ^take _me alive

"Welcome to RisingClan, Midge," she purred. She was in a better mood all the time. Recently, she had been busy...busy as a bee, they say, pulling in all these new members. And a medicine cat, too. The future of RisingClan was growing safer and brighter by the day.

^I'm alive

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[midge]

Midge could smell a stench rising from the hills. BoneClan. The battle would begin soon.

Well, tata Madame Kestrel! The battlefield calls!

With that, she was off like a hound after a fox...off to fight for her new Clan.

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