A new arrival...

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send out the m.o.r.n.i.n.g birds ,,
to sing of the D A M A G E !

Snow had started the night in the old barn the Tribe had made a camp out of. She had tried to sleep on the soft ground, littered with hay. However the small she-cat just couldn't bare the silence. This territory was new, and fresh. It was foreign to her, and amidst the excitement that ran through her very form, was the fear. Snow was absolutely terrified. However, the small cat was more than capable of hiding this emotion. Just as the silver moon had started its way into the sky, she had quietly snuck out of the camp. None of the other cats had noticed her, and thank the Tribe of Endless Hunting for that. She was sure her fellow cats wouldn't be so happy with her exploring this new territory alone. Especially at her current rank.

She lay beside the fence line and stared up into the open sky. The sun was slowly making its way up, above the tree tops. The brilliant, hot orb's reflection shimmered in the lake water. As the beautiful orange ball made its way to the clouds, it torched the sky with oranges and reds. It was dawn, and her fellow cats would be waking soon. She should have made her way back to camp earlier. She knew they would have her tail for this. However, the small she-cat had no intention of leaving the open fields of their territory. She could scent other cats in the air. It smell was stale, and distant. Though, she wasn't convinced that the Tribe was alone at this lake. Snow was here to test the boundaries.

She crawled under the fence and trotted into the sticky mud. She weaved through reeds and made her way across the marsh. The scent of cats was growing stronger and stronger. Her ears flicked to the sound of rushing water. A river, she assumed, that lead to the lake. She continued on her way, until she came to a sudden, abrupt stop. Her front paw hovered in mid air as she stared into the reeds. Why had she stopped? Her gut had told her to. She slowly placed her paw on the ground. She pressed her paws against the mud anxiously. The scent of foreign cats was overwhelming. Her heart was racing as she debating her next move. She peeked over her shoulder into the reeds that headed back towards her camp. "I should turn back..." she whispered to herself.

Before she knew it, she was sprinting right into this foreign territory. This territory with the river. She was instinctively sprinting after a mouse that had ran past her, without the realization that this mouse belonged to a different clan.

now that the calm's r.e.t.u.r.n.e.d ,,
I know I C A N ' T manage...xxxxxxx

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[atrb=background,http://i904.photobucket.com/albums/ac244/White_Haze_Photos/Graypeltaa.jpg] The ground was moist, dampened by a mixture of the morning's dew and the mud-filled territory that made up Riverclan. The sound of the river hummed about the territory, whispering the tales of Riverclan warriors for many past generations. Each paw was taken with ginger care, one step after the next. The tom searched for what solid ground he could find in an effort to protect his recently groomed pelt. Nonetheless, the warrior's paws sank into the sloppy soil with each step, head low as he slithered through the reeds. The sounds of the river was something Fadedstripe had grown used to in his life time, and after a while, one was able to tune out it's rushing melody. Nonetheless, it's purrs had grown fainter as the pale gray tabby descending toward the outskirts of Riverclan territory, on an expedition of his own. He was not sure what had led him to this part of the territory, be it an early dawn stroll, time to get out, or perhaps even a solo hunting trip. Either way, he was here now, and that was all that really mattered. The sun had already began it's climb into the pre-dawn sky, leaking colours of auburn across the morning sky. It was heating up, already, as was expected in green-leaf. The shadows were long and narrow, enough to highlight the pale gray stripes that scored the tom's spine in the wake of the reeds. He slithered forward with a predator's stalk. Jaws parted in the slightest, revealing a fine set of feline pearly whites. He breathed in the morning air, an overwhelming aroma of dew rushing his scent glands all at once. A shiver lulled along the warrior's spine, something of freshness that caused a tingling sort of sensation. This; however, was short lived. There was something in the air. Something Fadedstripe couldn't quite put his paw on. The tang was foreign, yet familiar all the same. What the gray warrior had caught traces of, was an intruder. A creature Riverclan would consider an enemy. The scent was definitely feline, but like nothing the tom had ever come across, in his lifetime anyway. Vivid blue hues widened and his head shot up above the reeds. That's exactly when the feline came into view. The stuck out strikingly in the atmosphere, as stark white that may have been seen from fox-lengths away. She was streaking after something, hidden below the mushy mud and labyrinth of reeds. Though the she-cat pelted forward, completely intent on whatever it was. There was no time to investigate further. This was an intruder, a threat directly to Riverclan. Fadedstripe may have been alone in his solo patrol, but he needed to act now. Instinctively the fur along the tom's spine rose. A muted growl rose in his chest, and then he shot off. Strong hind legs propelled the warrior forward, his head lowered in a predatory instinct. And then, to the best of his ability, Fadedstripe threw himself in front of the dainty white she-cat, ears pinned to the crown of his skull, lips pulled back in a silent snarl. The tom put on the brakes then, hopefully cutting her off from the meal she had been chasing. Now, the gray warrior braced, spine arched. If the stranger tumbled into him, it would be something he was hopefully prepared for. With any luck, she'd have more common sense than that.

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send out the m.o.r.n.i.n.g birds ,,
to sing of the D A M A G E !

Snow could almost feel the mountain breeze in her pelt. She could almost hear the water rushing through the rocks. She could almost feel the rough stone beneath her paws. Hunting in the mountains was much different than this. By now, Snow would have cornered the rodent and, and by now she would have sunken her teeth into its flesh. How she missed the fresh mountain air. It had been only a few moons since she had walked the stone ground of her home, and yet, she could almost feel her cherished mountains fading from her memory. There had been many sunrises and sunsets that she had seen since she had left the towering rocks. None, were as beautiful as the sunrises and sunsets she had witnessed in the mountains.

She sun would slowly rise over the peaks, torching the clear sky with flame. The sun, would warm the stale cold air of the night before and with it dawned a new day. A new day of adventures to be had. How Snow adored adventure, but this adventure was not one she was prepared for. The trek had been long and treacherous, and they had only just arrived the night before. The Tribe was starving, and Snows belly ached for food. However, she wasn't about to eat a mouse, that could just as easily be given to a kit-mother. Snow was forced out of her day dreams, and out of her distant memories. The scent of the mud, and the mouse flooded Snows once distracted senses. Her ears moved back a bit as she hissed in frustration.

Her stark form was like a beacon as she ran through the plant life. Her snowy white pelt stood out against the dark mud. However, Snow had never had to worry about foreign cats before. The concept of physical boundaries was foreign to her. She felt no need to stop, as to her, this forest did not belong to the Clans that she was so ignorantly unaware of. To her, this forest belonged to the Tribe of Endless Hunting. She dropped down low, her underbelly grazing the ground as her crystalline gaze fixed on the little rodent, hidden under a small pile of leaves. Her tail flicked impatiently as she inched forward. Just as she was a mere fox length away, she broke into a sprint once again. She leapt, with everything she had. Her claws were unsheathed as she reached for the little rodent.

Snow was so stuck in the mentality of this mouse, that she hadn't noticed the large tom cat waiting for her. She had leapt right into a gray tabby with claws outstretched. Her claws, unintentionally dug into the tabbys front legs. In shock, Snow retracted her claws and stared up at the large cat. Her tiny white form was tense with anxiety, before her ears pushed back and she stumbled back into the mud faster than that mouse had ran off. She spat and spat at this gray tabby, her white pelt stained with dark as she rolled backward into the moist ground.

"Who... do you- think you are!?" She managed between hisses.

now that the calm's r.e.t.u.r.n.e.d ,,
I know I C A N ' T manage...xxxxxxx

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[Silver]

Silverstar was still sore from sleep, her muscles aching with each step. She paused once more to stretch out again, swishing her tail slowly as she felt her body loosen up. Her silver pelt gleamed in the morning light, her paws sinking in the slight layer of mud. She padded quietly, making as little noise as possible so she could hunt. A fat rabbit sat only tail lengths away. Silverstar froze mid-stride, falling smoothly into her perfectly balanced hunter's crouch. She crept forward, careful to keep her tail out of the reeds to avoid alerting the rabbit.

Just as she pounced, a crashing noise startled both her and the rabbit. Silverstar fell chest first into the thick mud, thoroughly coating herself in it. The rabbit bounded forward, out of her grasp almost teasingly. It leapt off into the woods as Silverstar stood slowly, tail twitching in annoyance. What the heck was that? Her eyes narrowed angrily. If it was one of her warriors, they would be surely reprimanded for disrupting hunting with such boisterous antics.

Shaking off most of the mud as she walked, she headed towards the source of the noise quickly.

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[atrb=background,http://i904.photobucket.com/albums/ac244/White_Haze_Photos/Graypeltaa.jpg] The claws came first. They always came first. The pain was striking, alarming. It seemed to kick instinct into overdrive, for as soon as the claws released, the warrior had reared up with a mighty snarl. His claws unsheathed and he poised to strike. But the stranger had already heeded his warning, and back away from striking distance. Fadedstripe allowed his paws to come crashing back to the earth, in which mud swelled like a sluggish wine around his claws. Gray tabby ears pinned to the flat of his skull, a growl rumbled in his chest. The lean warrior rocked forward onto his paws, staring the she-cat down with crystalline hues. Fadedstripe was not one for intimidation, not in the slightest. But there were not limits when in the line of duty, nothing would prevent the tom was protecting his clan mates, and everything Riverclan stood for. His lips peeled back as the white she-cat spoke, her words sharp and crisp. Who was he? Was she serious? Was she daft? Fadedstripe gave an impatient grunt, brushing off her words as though they were merely an irritating tick. "You happen to be intruding upon Riverclan soil. Had you not been aware of the scent markers?" It was more of a statement than it was meant to be a question. The lean warrior spoke in an even tone, yet he narrowed vivid eyes in mild suspicion. Surely the stranger had not been so blind and ignorant as to miss them? Riverclan territory was swimming with the clan's scent. ooc; sorry, crappy post. i lost it, and had to rewrite it. clearly of have no patience.

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send out the m.o.r.n.i.n.g birds ,,
to sing of the D A M A G E !

Snow's ears flicked towards a sound not too far off. Just within her peripheral vision, she saw a bush move in the slightest. Her crystalline gaze was pinned to that area. A new scent flooded her senses. It was similar to the smell of this tom, yet, somehow different. Her body was tense with fear. She turned her gaze back to the gray tabby in front of her. Snows tail flicked anxiously as she moved a step back once again. The tom, had moved from an intimidating pose, back down to the soft muddy ground. Snow stared at him in awe. Her white fur was on end and her ears pinned back as she stared nervously at her opponent. So many new scents filled the air. She had never run into any other cat, other than that of her Tribe. She understood that the Tribe was essentially searching for other cats, but Snow hadn't prepared herself for the ordeal.

Her breath caught in her throat as she stared up at the Tom. His words rang through her head over and over. "You happen to be intruding upon Riverclan soil. Had you not been aware of the scent markers?" So the Tribe had come across the Clans. Snow had a bad feeling rising up in the pit of her stomach. "Scent... markers?" She repeated back, pawing the ground anxiously. "Riverclan?" The little two-be stared at the tom in shock for a few moments, before she realized that she may be the first Tribe cat to reach the clans. She buried her nerves within herself and sat up proudly. "I'm from somewhere else. There's lots of us. We followed the legends of the Clan cats. We seek refuge here."


Snow stopped for a moment, to read the Toms reaction. Her paws continued to nervously move against the soft mud. "The Tribe of Endless Hunting... I mean- you mean I can't be here?" The she cat stammered. To her, all territory belonged to the Tribe of Endless Hunting. There was no boundaries. Poor Snow didn't know what else to say. She was stuck in between her Tribe, and this foreign cat. How she longed to turn on her paws and sprint right back for her fellow Tribe members, however she'd hate to bring this trouble back to the cats she held so dear to her heart. She'd deal with this herself, even if it killed her. She was stubborn cat, and she was full of pride. Snow was prepared to defend herself if it was necessary.

now that the calm's r.e.t.u.r.n.e.d ,,
I know I C A N ' T manage...xxxxxxx

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[Silver]

Silverstar slipped quietly behind the mess of reeds surrounding Snow and Fadedstripe. Her whiskers twitched in anxiety. Although she planned not to reveal herself to her warrior and the foreign cat, to test Fadedstripe's loyalty, the Tribe cat had clearly seen her. She had only heard of them in stories....the foreign cats who lived in the mountains, covering themselves in dirt and grime and hunting stringy eagle meat, clearly not the preferable choice for a Riverclan cat; a clan that values their sleek shiny fur and fish. Prey was much better running or swimming, and it was a waste to pursue beings of the sky most of the time.

She eyed her warrior cautiously. What would he do? She stood poised and ready for if the bundle of white fur that was a she-cat decided to escape. Something as strange as this could not go unquestioned. Silverstar snorted softly as the white she-cat blinked innocently at the tom. Any cat could scent markers, except for a complete mouse-brain! Clearly this tribe was no threat to her if this was all they had to offer. Even if that cat was faking her lack of Clan knowledge, she had to be pretty stupid to run straight into a warrior while sneaking in.

If all her fellow Tribe cats were this weak, they could expect no help from Riverclan. Aiding them would not benefit her Clan in any way, and only drain resources. However, she would never underestimate an enemy. This ball of white fluff looked small, the size of a Windclan apprentice. She was clearly no threat to Fadedstripe, one of Silverstar's best trained warriors. So she kept her distance, pacing around the two to get a good luck at the she-cat. Finally she paused in front of them, head held high in dominance, tail sticking almost straight up. Silverstar's ears were bent slightly, focused on every second of the conversation.

"Fadedstripe, do you want to tell me why this she-cat is on our territory? And why you have yet to chase her off or bring her back to camp? You know as well as I that I do not tolerate friendly chats with other clans within our borders."