Cat of The Western Forests

[whitewhisker]

Forestfoot stood at the edge of the trees marking Tree Clans border. The calm breeze ruffled his freshly cleaned gray pelt as he lifted his head to scent the new territory.
Closing his mouth he looked back at the perilous mountain range he had somehow managed to scale, in order for him to be standing where he was at that precise moment in time.

His eyes shone with sadness as the memories of past seasons rushed over him. He screwed up his face in quiet determination to forget his past. He was, technically, an elder now and needed somewhere to settle for a quiet retirement from the world. This was the reason that Forestfoot had trekked for many days over the hard, rough rocks - surviving the mountains had been his one last adventure as a travelling cat.
Shaking himself roughly, he emerged from these gritty truths with a new expression on his face - one of mingled excitement and anticipation. He had been waiting on the border for several hours already and couldn't wait to meet his first Tree Clan cat. He smiled as he reminded himself that his days were not yet over, as he would have to work hard to prove to the clan cats that he deserved to be there. Thinking of that brightened Forestfoots mood somewhat - and he backtracked away from the border to hunt for himself - he knew it was unwise to steal prey from a clan.

As the sun began to set on another hot greenleaf day, Forestfoot settled himself in a clearing, a few fox lengths from Tree Clans border, with a full stomach. Forestfoot loved nature to the very core of his well worn heart and such a sight made him breathless. Silverpelt was shining high in the sky before Forestfoot decided to sleep.

He would wake tomorrow to continue his vigil.

[Amberstar]

<sub>Though it was Leafbare season, and the temperature was varying between chilly and cool, the snow and ice had seemingly slipped out of the forest, leaving it with a sage green color as the plants began to come back to life. The whole forest was still, no breeze passed through the thick outter trees into the middle of the forest, so it retained some warmth. However, as if in a straight line, one by one trees began to sway their leaves and bow their branches as if a single wind had swept through them.

A closer look would see a quick, well-balanced and agile amber she-cat. She ran across each branch, leaping off the end to land gracefully on the other. She would claw her way around it to reach the other branch, and the process would start all over again. She leapt to a lower branch as the temperature grew slightly colder, marking the approach of the west border. She balanced upon the thicker part of the outreaching limb and looked down upon a weary and well for worn traveller. With a leap she landed just tail lengths before him, amber-gold eyes shining as her long-haired and well-kept coat fell around her muscled frame. She walked with a wary air of authority, watching him curiously.

Greetings, Stranger She murmured, her tail swishing elegantly.</sub>

[whitewhisker]

(OoC - Ooops. =) Sorry, didn't know it was Leafbare, the thingy at the top of the forum said Greenleaf so I thought it was...)

Forestfoot opened one slightly gummed-together eye to peer blearily at whoever had spoken to him. A beautiful amber she-cat stood before him, swishing her tail.
Immediately, Forestfoot stood up and shook himself, he tottered a bit - his balance was failing him these past few moons.
'Hello there! he meowed heartily, I'm Forestfoot, pleased to meet you!'
His old fashioned ways often caused other cats to sneer but he prayed to the heavens that this authoritative cat would not do the same.
'I am a loner, as you can probably see' he added, 'I seek the shelter of a Clan now that I am growing older. I would carry on hunting 'til my dying day but.. I fear that I cannot cope on my own for much longer... Are you a Clan cat yourself?'
He crouched down submissively as he spoke, being unaware of how the younger generation show respect, but hoping this would do. He hated being rude.

The crisp evening air would itself around Forestfoot as he waited for the majestic cat in front of him to speak.

[Amberstar]

<sub>Amberstar smiled at his respect towards her. She had never been a cat to sneer at the concept, no matter how it was shown. Plus, she was big on respect, even if she did have a tendency to command it from others.

A pleasure to meet you, Forestfoot; I'm Amberstar She said passively, her tail sweeping across the floor. She listened to him patiently, sizing him up and trying to fit him into the puzzle of her clan. With a satisfied nod, she decided he would fit in perfectly. If a home and a Clan is what you seek, you are fortunate, I am in fact a Clan Cat. I'm leader of Treeclan, and I can offer you those things, with just the price of your loyalty She murmured with a careful air, raising a brow.

Afterall, after the treason of one of her members, she had been more careful in picking the cats that entered. She didn't take well to betrayal.</sub>

[whitewhisker]

'My loyalty?' Forestfoot questioned unconcernedly.
'Well that's no problem at all!' he smiled, 'My loyalty is yours from the moment you accept me into your territory until the moment I leave you on my way to the stars.'
He was still crouched submissively, so he was looking up as he spoke, blue eyes glittering with anticipation and barely concealed excitement.

For a cat getting on in his years, his heart and mind had all the youthfulness of a newborn kit.

[Amberstar]

<sub>Amberstar blinked, still warily watching him even after he spoke. Then, like water breaking over a dam, she smiled kindly, quirking her head.

Then welcome to Treeclan, Forestfoot. If your intentions are good in your heart, then you will fit right into Treeclan She murmured, rising to her feet gracefully to turn. She chuckled; his optimistic and happy demeanor could prove useful, and she figured it would be nice to have a non-grouchy tom around the Clan.

Follow me to camp.

[Aaaaand, you're free to post. c: Welcome to Treeclan.]</sub>

[whitewhisker]

[Ahahaa! Thankies! x) ]