Leaf-Bare

[Hawkpaw]

Ooc: Dawnkit's just so freaking adorable! SMOW!

[Nightpaw]

Kaity stood stock still, unsure how to react to this small cat's reaction. She didn't want to move in case that white cat decided she truly wasn't welcome. Wild who? Was this the cat in charge? If so, They had a very strange name...

[Willowfoot]

A gray tabby peeked out the entrance to the camp, his paws plunged deep into snow, noticing the glint of the frozen lake in the distance. He smiled. He had forgotten how beautiful the territory could be in Leaf-Bare.

Stonepelt heaved himself forward through the entrance, grunting at the pain of his hind leg. The cold was not helping his injury that would never heal, but he was too stubborn to head over to Starlight's den to get some herbs. He would make his way through it.

He trotted his way through the foresty mountainside, gazing at the frozen pine needles above him, following the scent of what appeared to be most of the Clan. As he neared the lake, his paling whiskers twitched, and he opened his mouth to drink in an unfamiliar scent. It had been a while since the Leopards, and he had grown used to the smells of the Clan, but he did not recognize this scent.

He heard the voice that he assumed belonged to the new scent, bearing the unmistakable tone of confusion and nervousness. Confused, he brought his lopsided gait to a faster pace. He wasn't concerned. There was no way this could be a threat.

When Stonepelt finally reached the lake, he saw a small tortoiseshell she-cat being dragged around by the smaller Hawkkit. He barely suppressed a chuckle. "Excuse me," he said, limping closer to the scene, "can I ask exactly what is happening?"

[Nightpaw]

Kaity jumped, having not noticed the The newcomer. She snapped out of her nervousness for a moment after noticing his limp.
"What happened? Are you ok? Are you hurt?" she asked hurriedly, untill she saw that the wound had already been treated, and her tail bushed with embarrassment.

[Sleetfoot]

Sleetfoot used his tail to signal to Stonepelt that everything was ok. He dipped his head to the other warrior. "A rogue, Stonepelt. She is alone. There is little to worry about." He noticed Stonepelts stiffness. "If you go out on the ice you wont even feel it, I promise!" Next was Hawkkit. "Hawkkit, this is not business for a kit. Please go play on the ice with Falcontail and Moonkit."

When the two had been dispersed, he turned to the newcomer. He wrapped his tail around her shoulders and hearded her over behind a tree. {b]"Can you please explain your situation calmly?"[/b]

[Nightpaw]

Shaking a little, but now more from being cold, Kaity took a deep breath. "I'm sorry I panicked earlier. My name is Kaity, and I have come to ask if I can join your, er....Clan? But I know I don't have much to offer in return...." She paused, looking down at the snow around her paws. "I just don't want to keep just getting by on my own, it's not fun, trust me..." she meowed a bit quieter, but still loud enough for The white tom to hear. She looked up suddenly. "I'm sorry, but can I have your name?"

[Sleetfoot]

He siled warmly at her, apologetically. "Yes of course, my dear, i understand how horrible surviving on ones own can be. Especially if a cat such as yourself are not trained in the ways of hunting in the snow. An of course, I apologize. My name is Sleetfoot. I am a senior warrior of MountainClan."

He turned to look back to the lake were his leader was still playing around. No doubt she had caught the scent of the newcomer but was letting her senior warriors handle it for now. The rogue was no threat. He turned back to Kaity. "If I may, how did you come to hear about our Clan? Or find us, for that matter?"

[Nightpaw]

Kaity was confused by the term Sleetfoot had just used, and though how he also had a strange name. Hearing the question, though, she smiled a bit. "I'm not the only lone cat out here, though I'm one of the few that doesn't have any connections with others like me. I heard a group of brutes i was scavenging from Talk about you. The Cold Time was getting to me, so I got this idea." She cocked her head. "You're a Senior what now?"

[Sleetfoot]

He nodded, mentally catalogueing the notes about other cats int eh territorry. They would send a patrol later. For now, they had take care of this one. He smiled at her. "A Senior Warrior. If you want to join our Clan you will have to know a bit about our ways. There are various ranks of cats. Kits are newborns to six moons. At that time, they become an apprentice where they train for a various amount of time. When their mentor and leader believe they are ready, the apprentices become warriors. We also have a deputy-" He cringed lightly "- and a Leader. There is also a Medic ho does our healing and there are Elders who are two old to be warriors and Queens who care for our kits. Does that make sense?"

[Nightpaw]

"...But...Why? It just seems a bit complicated to me." Not wanting to offend, she quickly added "Not that being organized isn't good, and useful! But What do you need it all for? What is being a warrior?" She had the feeling that it was important, and she wanted to know about these strange cats of Mountainclan.

[Sleetfoot]

He flicked her over the ear playfully, trying to let her know she had no reason to be worried or nervous. "I can't really answer those questions, Kaity, All I know is that this is the way it has been for generations upon generations. We have apprentices so they can learn out ways and warriors who are trained to hunt and battle if needed. It really is not as complicated as it seems."

[Nightpaw]

Sighing, Kaity nodded and looked around. "Ya, I think I can handle that." She shivered again.Why did only her tail have enough fur on it? "So, ah, what now?"

[Sleetfoot]

Sleetfoot looked over at his leader again when the rogue asked what was next. It would still be a few minutes.

**I feel like we shouldn't flood Wildy but then I still want to keep this going so we can have an active RP :/**

[Regalpaw]

Moonkit had been pretty enthralled by the ice and snow and had hardly even noticed the new comer. That or he just didn't really care. He continued to slide around on the ice, running into more older cats then he could have been able to count, muttering an appology after each one. his latest victim had been Ashpelt-again. Dipping his head he muttered a quick 'sorry' before pushing off to the other side of the lake.

[Nightpaw]

(I know, I'll leave it at that for now)