Bravely Waiting

[crowstream]

Oakpaw sat on the very edge of the scent markers, his broad tabby head held high. He was bold, yet managed to keep the atmosphere around him serene and calm. He was almost eight moons, still young, yet had the muscles of an adult fighter.
His striped tail twitched in the grass, the black tip swishing impatiently. He had been here since sunhigh, yet not a single patrol had been his way. Of course, he wasn't sure quite how he would approach the warriors once he saw them, and there was no doubt that they would come with hackles raised, aggression fierce in their eyes. He was prepared to flee if worse came to worse. He really did not want to fight the clan he wished to join.

[Shadow Spirit]

Flowers color her fur...

The brisk chill of leaf fall gave MistClan's territory a bleak look. Frost covered the grass in the mornings and only melted by sunhigh, and the river had begun to ice over at the edges. MistClan's tall leader walked swiftly, skipping over the rocks to keep her paws from getting too cold. Stopping for a moment, she lifted her head and sniffed at the air. Drawing the breeze over her scent glands, she noticed the smell of someone new. This was definetely a cat, but not one from her clan. She had no fear of this intruder, as she was more than capable of defending herself. Trotting off into the mist, she searched for the origin of the new scent.

After a few moments, she spotted the tom sitting on the edge of the boundary line. He was a large tom, but not yet of warrior age. By most estimations he was still a kit, but a large one. His tabby form was somewhat intimidating, even though he was very young yet. Leaning slightly back on her haunches, she addressed the stranger.

"Young tom, my name is Lillystar and I am the leader of MistClan," she said, introducing herself. "Why have you come to my clan's borders?"

...justice rules her mind.