Trotting along a narrow path, a tortoiseshell she-cat with hetero-green and blue eyes could be seen with three other cats following her.
"Mother, when will we reach our new home?", asks Moonshadow, a large black tom with crystal blue eyes trots right behind Spiritstar.
Spiritstar replies to Moonshadow, "When Starclan gives me or you a sign then we will know when we have reached our new home. Have paitence my son. Have paitence." She flicks her ear, as if dissmising a fly.
Mistfang and Lightwave, identical black, grey and gold mackeral tortoiseshell she-cats stop and look at eachother before continuing to trot after the two. Mistfang pipes up, "Mother, when will we get a deputy? It's not normal for a leader to not appoint a deputy after they receive their nine lives." Her forest green eyes sparkle in the sunlight, filtering through the trees.
The group of cats reach a small clearing and Spiritstar slows to a stop, turning to look at her daughter.
"I will appoint a deputy when Starclan gives either me or Moonshadow a sign that we are in our new home. I wont appoint a deputy blindly. I need to know I can trust that they can shoulder the responsability of leading a clan. Speaking of which, I can smell a cat coming this way." , Spiritstar responds calmly, sitting down and curling her long fluffy kinked tail around her front paws.

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He slinks around in the shadows, eyes narrowed with suspicion. He had heard of the Clans... He had even been named under their traditions - Nightlock, after his dark pelt and dislike of speaking. He lets out a low growl that shakes his body, lithe muscles bunched. He mentally curses himself - there are too many of them. Two, he could handle. More... And it is disheartening to admit that he is weak.

Midnight blue eyes fill with contempt at those invaders. Had they known this was his territory, he highly doubts they'd even be here. After a few more moments of watching longingly - despite his disabilities, he's always wanted a group to belong to.

A family.

Alas, no one wanted him near them, so he came here. And now .. Now these cretins come here... Decide to call it home. Oh no they don't.

He comes out of the bushes in full hostility mode, his dark, fluffy ears laid back on his head in aggression. He bares his white fangs, stunning a few fox-lengths before them. His dark blue eyes are filled with both hate... And want.

"I would highly recommend stating your business, or getting your tails out of here. Lest I become... Violent." He hisses, tail lashing behind him in anger. Nightlock's voice is deep ad menacing, but he has slight trouble speaking. Upon closer inspection, his jaws are crooked, and many of his teeth show.

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Spiritstar turns her head to look at the dark tom. "We are only passing through. We mean no harm. My name is Spiritstar. These are my kits, Moonshadow, Lightwave and Mistfang. We are looking for a new place to settle down and slowly grow our currently tiny clan.", she replies calmly not wanting to start a fight.

Moonshadow sits down next to his mother calmly, understanding that starting a fight with no herbs was not ideal. Especially when they didn't have a camp to return to.

Lightwave and Mistfang however, look at each other unsure if they should attack or not due to their mother and brother not retaliating to this hostile tom.

Moonshadow gives his sisters a warning glance before looking at the hostile tom. "We are just resting for a moment. We will leave once we have regained our energy. You won't need to worry about us ever again if you don't want us to be here." ,he says trying his best to defuse the situation before it became a bloody mess.

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The hostile tom allows his fur to settle slightly before he sits down where he stands. He does not speak, only watches them. Something is different about them - they are not disgusted by his disabilities. Surprised, his gaze flickers around the before he turns and walks out of the clearing to think.

'so they don't care about my disability. First time in my entire life. My own mother abandoned me when it happened.' He thinks to himself as he walks, before he shakes his head. His shoulders slump as he walks, thinking about the four cats.

He starts to hunt. He does so for about an hour before he goes and approaches the four cats. He places the food he caught down, including a hefty fish. He the takes a smaller fish and begins to eat out from under the shelter of some brambles, ignoring the way they tear at his pelt.

Although it brings back memories of a different group of cats, he still - albeit reluctantly - enjoys the company of these four strangers. He still does not speak as he eats, the salty taste of the fish on his tongue.

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During the hour he was gone the four clan cats have settled down a bit. Spiritstar was laying down, chatting quietly with Moonshadow. Mistfang and Lightwave are curled up grooming each other.

When the Tom comes back, Spiritstar and Moonshadow look at him as they stop talking. They dip their heads in respect and Moonshadow gets to his paws, walking over to the prey the Tom had hunted. He looks at the Tom before nodding in thanks. Moonshadow drags the large fish over to his mother and sisters before turning and walking over to him stopping a few fox lengths away from the Tom. He waits patiently and respectfully for the Tom to finish eating.

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