Witherkit being brought into the clan

[jayfeatherfan]

Wither treaded softly, taking note of the crunching leaves under her paws. She was heading toward the sound of a waterfall. She had heard it was a good place for fish, and she was STARVING. She padded along; ears open for any signs of prey.
She didn’t get any signs of prey, but she did smell an unfamiliar scent on the trees and bushes. The air around her got thicker with mist as she got closer to the waterfall, and she gave up on trying to follow the scent trail.
She descended the slope to the pool easily. When she got to the bottom, she quickly realized why this was a good place for fish. It was swarming with them! She stood at the edge, looking into the pool at her reflection. She waited, and finally shot her paw into the water, hooking a fish. Being so small, she fell right in, but nonetheless, she caught the fish.
She pulled it out of the water, and crouched down to eat. When she began eating, she couldn’t seem to shake the feeling of being watched. The lifted her head from her meal, and looked around, flicking her whiskers. She shook her head at her own stupidity. She would have heard of it if there were threatening cats, foxes, or badgers around.
She jumped around and crouched low as the body of a cat came into view at the top of the slope...

[Farenvel]

A brilliant new day had once again danced into Joyheart's life. He was granted another chance to live to the fullest. Seeing the morning grey swirling about the den lightened his eyes once more. He let out his usual pleased purr and stretched his long back. He could feel tingles run all up and down his slender legs. They ran through his spine from his whiskers to the tip of his tail. His eyes took a moment to examine the others who lie with him. He was the first on up, but could see that a few felines were also starting to awaken, "Good morning," he greeted. As he exited the shelter his heart was filled with an extra flutter of excitement. Something special was going to happen that day. He could feel. His sky blue eyes looked to the skies. They were dulled by the waterfalls mist, but still there. He smiled to it sending a friendly message to Starclan. Hopefully they had something very interesting in store for the young deputy.
The rest of his morning went on with his usual, but enjoyable duties. He organized a morning hunting group and sent out border patrol. He spent some extra time discussing herbs with Frostheart, informing Silverstar, and chatting to other warriors about the camp. Soon, however, he finally took his leave. He couldn't spend all day playing. He would go fishing.
The water fell below them sending up the enchanting mist. Getting caught in the rushing river's waves would send you plummeting downward towards the sharp rocks at the bottom, but just a little further down the river there was the perfect place to catch lost little fresh fishies. He new this even before the clans came. It was a place he often went to fetch food as a growing kit. Fish had always been his favorite. Nothing ever seemed to give him the same satisfying taste. Joyheart laughed to himself remembering what it was like for him to catch his first. The overjoyed feeling swelled up inside knowing that he had done it all on his own with only hard work as his mentor. He failed multiple times before that. Catching the little water breathers was no piece of cake.
The water rushed by this ear as he traveled to his destination. The fog was thicker than normal and filled his nostrils wet air. He could not smell anything, but the over powering river. He smiled and closed his eyes pondering things as he often did when suddenly he heard a large splash. What could that have been. His sky blue eyes reopened and flashed with curiosity. It had come from the direction he was heading. Maybe this was to be the unexpected happening he was hoping for. He licked his wet nose excitedly and followed the sound.
Through the fog curious eyes spotted a small creature beside the water's edge. His eyes went wide. It was a kit. Was he lost from another clan? He would just have to ask it a few questions. The deputy's long legs strode out from he mist and he smiled warmly, but with a slight hint of mischief, down on the kit. She was all wet. His blue eyes glanced to over to the fish beside her. So she was the one who made such a splash. How sweet, he thought, "Hello there," the handsome blond tom purred. He tilted his head, "Are you lost little one?"

[jayfeatherfan]

Wither flattened herself closer to the ground, but still stared at the stranger defiantly.
“Hello there," the blond tom purred, tilting his head, "Are you lost little one?"
She flattened her ears at his warm tone. ‘Who does he think he is?’ she thought, unsheathing her claws, ‘And what kind of game is he playing?’ She was silent, trying to think of how to respond to this blue eyed, mischievous sounding tom.
“No, of course I’m not lost.” She half-hissed, finding the very thought laughable. She NEVER got lost, and she DIDN’T need this stranger worried about her. Her next words came off as more snappy and huffy than aggressive. “I’m not a squirrel-brained hound”
She waited for his response, wondering (despite herself) where this conversation was going to go. She lashed her tail as she caught a good whiff of his scent; the same scent that she had smelled earlier… She was in this strange cat’s territory!

[Farenvel]

The sky blue eyes continued to examine the young one's body. She was an interesting mixture of black and grey. Her eyes were bright green. Pretty little thing aren't you? He thought absentmindedly. It would be very disappointing to him if she belonged to another clan. She was defiantly a brave one. He watched as small claws came from the young she-cat. She was in a defensive position anticipating his next move. He just continued to smile calmly waiting for her response. That is if she had one. The silly thing didn't seem in much of a talking mood.
She finally hissed out an answer, "No, of course I’m not lost,” Maybe she wasn't from another clan. He was getting more interested, “I’m not a squirrel-brained hound.”
He smiled sadly and shook his head, Oh dear. It appears I have offended her, "Well, If your not lost," His long legs strode around her, "Then, where exactly did you come from? Mmmmmmm?" He smiled down at her continuing to circle. His dazzling blue eyes glinting with curiosity. Oh please don't be from another clan. I want to take you home! His thoughts raced excitedly. There was the sound of a bird that broke his train of thought. His head jerk in it's direction. Just a bluebird. He pushed it from his head and turned his short attention back to the kit.

[jayfeatherfan]

Witherkit stood up on all four as the strange tom began to circle her. ‘He doesn’t even seem mad…’ she thought, confused.
“Well, if you’re not lost, then, where exactly did you come from?” He asked curiously.
‘Now THAT,’ thought Witherkit, ‘is an excellent question.’ Where did I come from?
“That is none of your business.” She said, after a short moment of contemplation.
She lashed her tail in frustration as the stranger circled her. He didn’t seem as if he was going to attack her, but there was something strange about him, for sure. Did he want something from her? Witherkit resigned to voice her confusion.
“Why aren’t you attacking me? Am I not on your territory?” She paused a second before asking another question, but curiosity got the best of her. “And, what is it that you want from me?”

[Farenvel]

The young she-cat stood to her fours. She had good stance. It wasn't like she was crippled or anything. This pleased him. There was definitely hope the leader would take her in. After all such a young clan could always use more warriors, and it was best to start them young, very young. Kits were easy to teach and develop. He nodded to himself pondering what they could do with her. Ah, yes. It all sounded like a brilliant idea.
Secretly he was so excited to bring her in was because Joyheart adored kittens. He couldn't help but love their innocence and their fresh inexperienced minds. He wanted to sharpen them. He wanted train them how to hunt and teach them how to play. They could never have enough kits. The more the marrier. He didn't think too much on the fact that if they had too many kits there wouldn't be enough food. His mind wasn't taking any trips to the future at that moment. He was mostly thinking for the present.
“That is none of your business,” it was interesting how the kit didn't turn to run. He was much bigger, older, and she was not in her own territory. Maybe he wasn't very threatening. That was probably a good thing. He didn't want to scare her away, just lure her in. He stopped circling the young creature and smiled charmingly. The dark pelted female's tail jerked from side to side. She seemed to be growing increasingly impatient. They were alike in that way. He was impatient in getting what he wanted, and she was growing impatient with the conversation, “Why aren’t you attacking me? Am I not on your territory?” Oh, so she really did know it was his territory. What a brave little thing she was, “And, what is it that you want from me?”
"I'm glad you asked," Joyheart purred stepping towards her. He lowered his head and sniffed her. His pink nose did not catch any thick signs of foreign clans. Nor did she smell of mother's milk. She smelt like nothing but a loner. How perfect. It turned out he didn't have to chase her away. After checking her scent he lifted his head and stared to the sky as he often did. Bringing more cats under the protection of Starclan he happily did. His light blue eyes, misty from the fog, stared into her new leaf eyes once more, "You see, my dear, you happen to be in a great land owned by four clans; Mist, Breeze, Marsh, and Sky. The territory you claim is mine belongs to Mistclan. Now, I could do two things here," He smiled a clever smile and began to circle her again his eyes wandering about as he spoke, "I could chase you from our hunting grounds and leave you to the other clans who might not be quite as nice, or," He stopped and returned his alluring gaze to her's, "I could bring you with me," he smiled softly now, "I believe you would make a great addition to our clan, and I might be able to find a place for you," His voice once thick with mischief lightened up now with a cheery discussing the enjoyments of working as a group, "Working together we all manage to survive and live quite peacefully without the worry of every cat for them selves. It's quite wonderful!" He purred loudly and meowed excitedly, "How does that sound to you?" He felt the need to add a little more to push her into it, "Oh and if you say no," he giggled, "I do love a chase. Don't think I'll hesitate," With his final warning he sat down and waited for her to think the deal over.

[jayfeatherfan]

‘This cat has misplaced his mind!’ Wither thought, almost amused and he leaned forward to get a good sniff of her. She whacked him with her paw, feeling rather violated. Insane, that was the word she was looking for. He was absolutely the strangest cat she had ever met; and she had met some truly CRAZY cats before. She dearly hoped that all clan cats weren’t like this.
She thought his offer over carefully. On one side, she could be chased out, and he claimed other cats would attack her. Then why didn’t he? On the other side, she could let him take her into his “clan”. Then she wouldn’t be chased, just trapped. Was he intending to make her a prisoner?
She flicked her ears, irritated. She didn’t care much for company, but she didn’t care much for wandering aimlessly either. Well, not exactly aimlessly, but that was another conversation entirely. She pushed all thoughts except the ones in front of her from her mind. She had to decide, right now.
She could go with him, prisoner or not. It would be better than to continue looking for something that might not even exist. Or, she could be chased out, into more hostile territory. The decision should be obvious. Nonetheless, she thought it over for a few more moments.
“Well, I suppose, I could come with you.” She said hesitantly. “But if I find out your lying to me, I’m leaving, and not coming back.”
She twitched her whiskers as she waited for this INSANE cat the reply. ‘How do I get caught up in these things?’ She asked herself helplessly. ‘All I wanted was a dumb fish.’ She sat down and licker her paw, all the while staring unblinkingly and defiantly at the mischievous tom.

[Farenvel]

Joyheart tilted his head slightly to the left and watched her unblinkingly. What was she going to say? This was all so very exciting. His focus dwelt on it waiting for her to think it over when suddenly he remembered. He didn't even bother to ask her name, nor did he give his own name. How rude of him. If she was going to come with them they had to get more acquainted. When she made the right decision he would inform her. Studying her, she seemed like a bright young kitten so it wouldn't be too difficult for her to decide the better half.
While she thought he couldn't help but coo with pleasure for his findings. He was quite enthused by all this. What a perfect way to change everyone's lives up a bit. He did enjoy making things interesting, “Well, I suppose, I could come with you," She finally said.
With that he lept to all fours and chirped like a she-cat, "Perfect!" He exclaimed.
“But if I find out your lying to me, I’m leaving, and not coming back,” She continued to say.
He smiled down at her and nodded understandingly, "But of course. Don't worry. You can trust me," he said softly, holding back his squees of excitement. He giggled and turned away from her, "Follow me!" He sung. He began to gracefully hop away but stopped abruptly, "I'm Joyheart, by the way," He turned his head back to her, "Who do I have the pleasure?"

[jayfeatherfan]

Wither thought she had never seen a cat so exited before. He jumped up and squealed like a kit, before turning to lead her away. She started to follow, just as he stopped.
“I'm Joyheart, by the way.” He said, turning, “Who do I have the pleasure?”
She resisted letting a purr of laughter. What a mouse-brain this cat was! Well, the name certainly fit him. It wasn’t what SHE would have chosen, but her name would have related more to a squirrel than a cat. She caught up to him, feeling a sparkle in her eyes for the first time in a LONG time.
“It’s Wither.” She answered, trying (and failing) to hide her amusement. She padded along through the mist, feeling the soft grass on her pads and the clinging wetness of the mist on her fur. It had been a long time since she had been into this part of the land; she had always been warned of dangerous cats.
‘Well if this squirrel brain is one of the scary cats I’ve been worried about, I think I’ll be just fine.’ She though laughingly. As the rain started to come down gently, adding to the wetness of the mist, Wither remembered all the times she had been snapped at, whacked, (and all other form of punishment a kit could possibly have) by Diamond for rolling about in the rain. Or chasing leaves, it depends what time of year it was.
‘Maybe,’ thought Wither excitedly, ‘this clan could be a fresh start.’
She waited on Joyheart (Who couldn’t seem to keep his jaws closed for longer than a second) to speak. After all, she knew absolutely nothing about the clans. And, she still wanted to know if she was meant to be a prisoner.

[Farenvel]

Joyheart saw a change in the young she-cat's bright green eyes. There was a flicker of light. The blond tom's furry ears twitched and his smile grew wider. She was happy, “It’s Wither,” she said looking up at him. He closed his eyes and tilted his head. Wither... he repeated in his head. That was very pretty. He nodded to himself. She was going to get along just fine in Mistclan. He was sure of it.
Joyheart's eyes reopened and stared over at the left over fish behind the kit. His eyes widened a little. That was right. He was supposed to be hunting. He couldn't come back with a kitten but no food. Well...she was probably going to be joining the clan anyway, so... his eyes narrowed mischievously again, but then he quickly flashed a warm smile at the young one. His long strides took him past her and over to the fish. Wasting was no good at all, "Oh, and thanks for catching this for me," he laughed lightly again and picked up her kill. He then lept over her and ran a couple yards before turning his head back to her and gesturing for her to follow. He giggled again and bounded off into the mist. He was sure not to go too quickly so the small feline could keep up with his long strong legs. Everything was going according to his plan. Perfect.

(I guess I'll start the next thread to continue this in the camp now. Then we can have Silverstar join and what not.)

[Bear]

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