INVADING! [marshflight, stormcry, sharpstar]

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One hour and several scratches later, Dusk had successfully made it to the outskirts of ShadowClan camp. She had fallen down, wandered around, and gotten lost several times. I worked too hard to get here to go away now! she thought fiercely, summoning up all her nerve as she stared at the camp. It was situated in a place that was extraordinarily difficult to navigate -- that is, for a non-ShadowClan cat. Dusk had never thought of ShadowClan cats as clever but was now rethinking her previous opinions. She drew herself to her full height and entered the foreboding tunnel that marked the entrance and exit to the camp.

She was lucky -- the guards to the camp had apparently been dismissed or something. As Dusk grew closer she could see cats milling about in the center of camp and in the assorted dens and other spots. They weren't going to let a loner waltz right in. Dusk crept down, sticking to the side of the tunnel. She came out in a cluster of ferns and shrubs. Now she was hidden, but not for long, not if one of them caught her scent. Dusk hesitated, then stood up, fully expecting to be attacked then and there. But she kept her voice level as she called across the camp. "Excuse me, my name's Dusk and I'm a loner. I need to speak with the leader or a cat of authority here. I want to help ShadowClan fight against ThunderClan and RiverClan." There, it was done. Now all she could do was sit back and wait for the repercussions of her actions.

[FireFlyDragon]

Marshflight

The day so far had been peaceful, warriors coming in and out of camp with prey or going on patrols and though everything seemed to be going smoothly Marshflight couldn’t shake the sense of dread that determined to linger over him. His feelings were to be expected after all, with what Duskstar had said at the previous gathering had unsettled all the cats, and it seemed even some from ThunderClan as well; despite the shadowy tom being their leader. That was all to be expected though, they all knew this proposition would bring war, Duskstar no doubt believed his warriors could win any battle they fought so he had lept into his feverish plans to take complete control; least that’s how the large molted tom saw it.

But the fact that there would be war didn’t notify when the other side would strike, and ultimately that was a downfall. But Marshflight had been thinking…What if they would attack ThunderClan and RiverClan first? It wasn’t something he liked to think about, after all he didn’t want to be fighting in the first place but, he had to admit it could work; surprise was always an advantage, especially when the other side thought they had the time – and the stronger force. He had been mulling over this possibility for a while, and finally he rose to his paws, fighting back a sigh as he turned to Sharpstar’s den; he hated having to expect an attack from the other clans, but there wasn’t another choice.

Nodding encouragingly to a few returning warriors who held fresh-kill in their jaws the large tom trotted over to the den’s entrance; having already steeled himself that he was going to talk about his idea with Sharpstar. Despite the other tom’s size he had been affected by his travels, and it showed at the gathering, of course that was asking for attention from the other clans, but that wasn’t what Marshflight worried about. Sharpstar was a dear friend to the young deputy, and even though he held the leader’s nine lives a loss of one would ache in Marshflight’s chest as if he had gone to join StarClan forever. Apart from that the fact that he was there as a role model for the tom also made him relieved he had returned, he never would have been able to take on the roles of Leadership and frankly he didn’t want to, at least not yet.

He was just about to voice his entrance when a scent drifted by; one that sent him whirling about on his paws to face the unseen enemy, neck fur in spikes and a growl held back in his throat. Someone had crept into the camp unknowingly, and though the cat held no distinct scent of a clan he had to be careful. If the rest of the clan knew about the stranger; witch thankfully none had noticed, it would send them into a panic. They were already expecting an attack from opposing clans, who knew what could happen.

He just had the best luck with this stranger, for she did exactly what he feared and made her self well known to the entire camp. Moving fast Marshflight loped over so he was a mere Fox-tail away from she-cat, fur still bristling slightly though he held no immediate threat. “You-” he turned, the first warrior caught in his sights was who he gave the order to. “Take an apprentice and search around the camp for any ThunderClan and RiverClan scents.” The cat before him was most likely a loner –as she said so herself- but he couldn’t take the chance something else might be creeping under his nose.

Turning back to the she-cat he caught her gaze, speaking calmly despite his ruffled appearance; though the aggression was quickly vanishing. His pale gaze blinked once before the words flowed from his mouth; “I’ am Marshflight, the Deputy of ShadowClan. You may speak to me.” She had said she was a loner but still, even though Marshflight wished to believe her he couldn’t take any chances; she could possibly be a spy for the other side...Who knew? So the tom decided to speak once more, already slightly curious as to why a loner would do such a thing. “Could you elaborate…Why is it that you wish to side with us?”

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Dusk felt as if she'd made a mistake the moment she had stepped in camp. Nevertheless, she would stand her ground if one of these mangy Clan cats challenged her. No, she couldn't think of them like that -- they were her allies now. Or at least she hoped they would be. Tail swishing back and forth, Dusk began pacing a bit anxiously as soon as her exclamation had been obviously heard by the cats. It was then that she noticed the large tom racing towards her. Instantly Dusk shifted into an aggressive stance, ready to flee if need be. Her tail puffed up in fear and defensiveness; usually when cats hurtled at her they meant business. But he slowed down a fox-tail away from her and gave orders to another cat that had come rushing over.

Dusk watched, amazed. This is the deputy? The mottled tom looked strong to be sure, but very young. She must be at least one year older than him... It made her feel old, despite being young herself. Nevertheless, his pale gaze gave away nothing, and when he spoke the voice that came out emanated intelligence. I guess age doesn't matter if you've got a sensible mind, she mused as he turned to address her. It was only then that Dusk noticed she had taken up a defensive position and let all signs of aggression instantly go. She really didn't want to antagonize him; Dusk enjoyed doing that to other cats -- she was a loner, after all -- but not the best thing to do in this case.

"Hello Marshflight. I'm not an infiltrator from that little Duskstar's "Clan", but whatever," she stated, amused by his checking the camp for scents. It made sense; she would do the same if she was a deputy. "I want to side with ShadowClan because I don't want my forest to be taken over by a wannabe Tigerstar. Plus I don't like ThunderClan anyway." She hoped that brief answer was satisfactory enough. Dusk neglected mentioning she had family in ThunderClan or had left that Clan many moons ago. By now the ThunderClan scent that had stuck to her for the first twenty-two moons of her life had vanished. "Plus, I think ShadowClan is just dandy. But no, seriously, I don't want to see the forest taken over by Duskstar. It makes no sense and I want to put effort into making sure it doesn't happen. I'm a good fighter, but also know a lot about medicine cat stuff so I can help out there." She hesitated before mentioning the last piece of information, but then it occurred to her that Marshflight had probably been a kit when she was an apprentice, and wouldn't recognize her name.

[FireFlyDragon]

Marshflight

The she-cat stood her ground, though she sure showed she would defend herself if need be; Marshflight found that honorable, though of coarse others might think differently as she had after all snuck into the camp. Upon realizing that the tom held no threat to her she calmed considerably, fur lying flat and her tail slowly shrinking in size. She seemed almost playful in the way she talked, teasing maybe, but the tom found nothing wrong in that; perhaps he did seem a bit to suspicious for the occasion, but he’d rather be safe then sorry; who would risk lives on an assumption anyway?

He was quiet as she spoke, and he made a mental image of this loner called Dusk. She was beautiful no doubt, but her shining attitude might not have appealed to most. She was a bit sarcastic and a bit teasing, though for now they wasn’t in scathing contempt. Feisty is the word that came to Marshflight’s mind but like most loners she had a certain awkward feel, at least to Marshflight; loners always seemed so independent and stubborn. But what ever uncertain feelings he held towards to she-cat as of now nothing shone through and as she fell silent he offered her words.

He felt no need to reply to her first choice of sentence, just some mindless teasing and so he passed it over though his ears pricked at the mention of the great cat’s name; Not necessarily a good one at heart but still great, he was a perfect lesson as to what to much ambition and the cold heart to back it up could do to a cat. He died for the power he never gained. “I must thank you for wanting to help, but most loners never bother themselves with the clan’s problems…” His gaze was softer now, though they still held a warning for her; to some cats this might be seen as suspicious, and although Marshflight saw general concern for the common land in which they shared he still had to be careful, for his clan’s sake.

Upon her said knowledge of the medicine cat’s practice he couldn’t help but feel curious, after all, that was definitely some knowledge that loners didn’t often come by…But he let it go, knowing that her past wasn’t any of his business. “I’ll have to take you to Sharpstar never the less.” He meowed, flicking his tail for her to follow him. “Hes the one who’ll be making the final decision…”

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Stormcry

The two warriors were entering camp for the fourth time to bring in the last of the prey from their patrol. Nearly as soon as they'd finished, Warhawk frolicked off to find a friend of her's near the warriors' den. Stormcry recognized a fluffy brown tom called Shrewfur and smirked. The shadow of a smile was quickly gone as he felt the familiar pang of loneliness that had decided to haunt him recently came back. His body wasn't sore from hunting and he wasn't hungry either, so he tried to look for a border patrol to go on. There weren't any available, as the tranquility of camp life was suddenly destroyed by a snarky loner. Stormcry nearly cursed aloud as he recognized the very same she-cat he'd run into on his hunting patrol. How dare she? Bristling with barely restrained fury, he started toward her like many others, but was cut off by the Deputy, Marshflight.

Sitting down to watch the exchange, his back fur still spiked, he was even more enraged to see her there and not able to act on his earlier warning to the loner. He was a warrior of his word and now he couldn't fulfill it, because she'd snuck into camp. That was it. That was the last time he let a loner or rogue get away with any of their blood still running in their body. He had to admit that maybe Warhawk's more passionate ways were just. Glaring at this 'Dusk' with his hard, gold eyes, he listened as she proposed to fight alongside ShadowClan in the war against Duskstar.

His gaze never softened. Instead he called out over his shoulder, "Warhawk! Blazingsun! Brightmoon!" before dashing over to his siblings and former apprentice. "Are you all well enough for a quick patrol?" All three cats nodded. "Good, follow Creekjump and Wolfpaw, make sure no stone goes unturned." The three quickly glanced at both Stormcry and Marshflight, but eventually, giving into the older warrior's demands and followed the two Marshflight had ordered out to patrol. Under his mask of near-calm, Stormcry was seething. What if Dusk had been an enemy warrior, or warriors? They'd been completely unprepared. All his hard glares were for the loner alone, the true source of his anger.

Finally, he felt the need to speak with his Deputy as he felt slightly lost by the sudden intrusion. "Sir, this is a problem, I hope you realize. If some selfish loner could manage to sneak into our camp, what of Duskstar's warriors?" He couldn't help, but glance back at the Nursery where his sister, Sweetdawn, was watching her kits play in the snow. "My concern is for the safety of the Clan, you must understand this." His brow furrowed with worry. He would've suggested more patrols and guards, if he didn't feel like that was undermining his Deputy. That was the last thing he wanted to do.

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The she-cat nodded in compliance with Marshflight's words. "I guess I'm not most loners then." He wasn't as quick to anger as that other one she had encountered earlier. That, again, was yet another display of the good fortune Dusk had had today. Meeting the leader... err... That was kind of unnerving. Sharpstar. Dusk vaguely recognized the name; some passing rogue had told her about a new deputy Sharp something or other becoming leader. She only hoped he was as open-minded as his deputy. Glancing around the ShadowClan camp, a familiar sense of warmth filled her. Being surrounded by many cats, even if they were hostile, was so much more welcoming than being all alone for moons on end. Even if all these cats are taller than me, Dusk noted wryly.

Then something abruptly stole her attention. That voice, the same one that had threatened her not too long ago, came back at full volume. "Oh, StarClan save me," she muttered dramatically. Dusk swung her head and saw that the big tom from before was giving her a malicious glare before talking to Marshflight about how easy it was to break into the camp. And there he goes with the 'selfish' shenanigans again! Dusk was about to make a few smart remarks before holding her tongue for once in her life. These cats didn't seem to have the same sense of humor that she had. Well of course, since they were all facing a very serious issue. "Um, if I may volunteer something, it was very hard to find this camp, and very hard to sneak in, so I don't think a whole platoon of warriors could tromp across your territory and get here very easily," she mewed with her usual nonchalance, but at the same time she acted respectful in the deputy's presence. Best not to offend the higher-ups, yeah?

The warrior shot a glance toward a she-cat with kits playing in the snow. Dusk refrained from rolling her eyes. Honestly, what am I going to do? Attack his mate? I guess I can see where he's coming from though, if a party of warriors broke in, under Dusk they would be as ruthless as to kill a queen and kits. She shifted her weight, shooting a glance in the direction of what she suspected was the leader's den. The loner inched away a bit from the furious warrior, certain that he would've jumped on her if Marshflight hadn't been there first. Ah, oh well, I could've charmed my way outta it anyway! she convinced herself.

[FireFlyDragon]

Marshflight

Marshflight was surprised to see that more then the two he’d ordered out dash from the camp and upon his searching gaze he found the tom Stormcry come up, anger clouding his eyes as he gave the she-cat a malicious stare. Marshflight said nothing, though a thrash of his tail showed his discomfort of his clan mate’s hostility. But as the warrior spoke to him he could feel none of it labeled at him, though the molted tom was secretly displeased with his clan mate’s words; what allowed him to call this so far decent cat selfish? But the large tom felt he had no words off the top of his mind to comfort him as the other questioned the camp’s safety, and the level of those guarding it.

Marshflight was at a loss for words in truth, and he grimaced silently, eyes flicking over the clearing’s strong protective barrier in silent thought, though the loner’s response saved him an awkward silence. He nodded at her words. “Be that as it may over the generations cats of other clan’s have known the locations of the camps, even we have vague knowledge of the subject.” He turned back to Stormcry with an understanding gaze. “But you must remember, Dusk here is only one cat; a patrol of warriors would be quite a different story…Though I can share your fear for kin-” He hesitated, “In some manner”

The tom wasn’t about to go spewing about his lack of siblings, or the loss of his parents - but he could comfortably say that there were those that meant much more to him then others; Nightpaw and her father Sharpstar above all else, though his loyalty to all his clan mates remained strong. The tom felt his words had scraped over the other’s fears, although he left the ‘selfish’ matter to another time. Once more he preceded to motion Dusk to follow him, his pale orbs turned to Stormcry a final time before his departure. “If it will put your mind at ease feel free to stay around camp and stage as a guard. It might help calm the others too to know someone is watching when they can’t”

With his words final he turned back to the tabby she-cat. “Come on, Sharpstar should know of your presence.” He blinked warmly at her before whispering quietly. “Hes a fair leader, don’t be nervous…” In truth Marshflight wasn’t sure how the black warrior would take this, though he hoped for Dusk’s sake he wouldn’t be overly suspicious or aggressive; Marshflight had only seen him act in that manner when the time called for it. And truthfully the molted tom saw no reason for such actions to be needed…At least not now.

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[wolfkitten]

Sharpstar had just been given the go ahead to leave the Medicine Cat's den this morning... He was weakened from his travels, but the herbs that Skyfire had given him and rubbed on his wounds were doing their job, strengthening him and healing him effectively. Now all he needed was rest. And that he could do in the Leader's... His den... A pang shot through him as even though a moon had passed, Echostar's fading scent still permeated the place. Her leadership had been short... Yet she had been a wonderful one to be sure... He sighed slightly, shaking his head a bit as his hulking form lay quietly in the den, resting his muscles, regaining his strength. Before he had gone to the den, he had taken some time to organize a few things... Making the entrance to their camp more secure, setting up a few extra patrols for the rotation, making sure there was hunting going on as well... But then he had landed himself in the Medicine Cat's den to hopefully recover from his ordeal. He had not yet told anyone of the travels, though he may in time.

Soon, however, he caught a new scent and felt the tensions darting through his Clan's camp like electrical currents. He jumped to his paws, wincing a little as he did. He was still sore apprently, but he would move quickly and quietly despite that, toward the mouth of his den. He scanned the camp quickly until he saw a small gathering of cats, including his Deputy, Marshflight, a Warrior of his, Stormcry, the stranger, and others milling about, bristling in confusion at this intrusion. Well soon enough he saw Marshfly start to move toward him with the strange she-cat.

His large form would be carried quickly toward him, his body neither relaxed nor bristling with hostility. He carried a proud stance, yet eyed her for a moment, no uncertainty in his eyes, and yet a willingness to hear her out. He wouldn't pass judgement quite yet, though for the safety of his Clan, he was wary. Many thoughts ran quickly through his mind. What if this was a spy of ThunderClan? She didn't have to hold their scents... He could see Duskstar recruiting cats from the Loner's and Rogue's if he could... And yet what if she wasn't... Well Sharpstar had heard a few of the words that were passed, and heard what she was doing here as she had declared it somewhat loudly, and yet he didn't have it all.

He would look to Marshflight, wanting to hear the whole story from him. "Marshflight. What is going on here?" There was no hessitation in his words, and no judgement quite yet either, it was a simple question to try to understand what was going on before he made a decision on how to react.

[havok]

Warhawk

Stormcry knew something she didn't. This surprised her, because he shared everything with her. Even so, she respected the older warrior greatly and did as he asked, running after Creekjump and Wolfpaw with Brightmoon and Blazingsun at her side. She knew for sure this had to do with the loner's intrusion into ShadowClan. Warhawk despised outsiders of any sort. If you weren't in her Clan, you might as well be garbage to her. Sometimes, she wondered if she got this quality from Stormcry's mentorship, until she realized she was a bit more passionate on the matter than he was.

Creekjump and Wolfpaw seemed surprised by the other three warriors at first, but only shrugged and continued to actively patrol around the camp. Blazingsun led the two she-cats around on their mini-patrol, sniffing about for strange scents or any other signs of intrusion. Warhawk spat as she found the loner's scent. "Wonderful, she came in right through the entrance. If we tell Stormcry, he's gonna have a fit about the fact that there weren't any guards to catch her before she got in."

Stormcry

He felt like she was only doing this just for the express purpose of making him upset... almost. He'd never met a loner that had any value for their lives that would ever think of doing such a thing. That, and she said she was here to join them in their battle against Duskstar's tyranny. Strange for a loner, but then again, she had seemed a bit too interested in Clan news. Though he wondered, he soon dropped the thought. It wasn't his business, and he didn't care about her.

Though Marshflight suggested he stand guard, his first order of business was to check on his sister. He was about to trot over to Sweetdawn and her three kits, when her mate, a younger warrior, went up to her first, a shrew and a squirrel in his jaws. Stormcry stopped mid-step. He had no right to interfere and finally, he let his anger slip into meloncholly, turning back toward the entrance. There, he found Warhawk sniffing about. "What're you still doing here? I told you to help out Creekjump and Wolfpaw." The younger warrior looked up, surprised by his presence, her ears flattened against her head in worry before she nodded, and ran off. Stormcry wondered what she'd been sniffing at, so he took in the air himself, nearly spitting in disgust as he did. The loner came in through the entrance! So, there obviously hadn't been any guards and since he had nothing better to do... Sighing with stress, Stormcry sat down by the entrance, acting as guard.

[FireFlyDragon]

Marshflight

Sharpstar had been brought out by the commotion no doubt, and he waited patiently as Marshflight led Dusk towards him, the large tom setting the pace at a determined walk to the black leader. He paused as he found himself at the tom’s front, dipping his head shortly first in an act of respect before answering his question with steady words. “This loner; Dusk wishes to aid in our battle against Thunderclan.” His tail flicked her forward, not allowing her to stray to far from the pair of them; both for her safety and the clan’s nerves.

His eyes blinked slowly before speaking once more, as if he was cautiously thinking over the words that were to come from his maw. “If I may say my share Sharpstar…I believe she is genuine in her worry of the forest; an unlikely specimen for a spy…” His gaze flickered quickly to the she-cat before returning to Sharpstar’s own form, ear twitching slightly as his pause ended. “I think we can trust her, though precautions might be needed at first to assure the others until they see her not as a threat…Tensions are high for such a thing to happen, and clan cats haven’t always seen Loners as respectable beings.”

He grimaced mentally, he really held all cats in respect and dependent on their actions he would add or remove such feelings…And he had held onto his previous numbers since meeting Dusk, frankly he couldn’t help but appreciate her somewhat, for a loner this must be a very nerve-racking thing to do; although Marshflight found she knew a little to much to have been a loner all her life…Never the less she acted like that of such a cat, and he really shouldn’t be snooping around; even if it was only just in his head.

The molted tom assumed Sharpstar would like to talk to this cat personally, and keeping in mind that he might have already said to much he gave them both short nods. “I’ll be out seeing to the camp’s defenses.” He gave Dusk a final comforting glance before trotting off from the pair, keeping an ear tuned back in case he was called to return.


//OoC// OMG I fail so bad D: Sorry this took so unnecessarily long...But its here now so enjoy -nervous laughter-

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[wolfkitten]

Sharpstar would stand, head lifted proudly, yet not in arrogance. He was determined to be a good leader to his Clan, and that meant being strong as well as good and fair... But he would watch the one named Dusk very keenly all the while listening to what Marshflight had to say. He wouldn't hold any judgement in his eyes, good or bad until he heard his Deputy out. He would search the she-cat for any inconsistancies in her actions, anything in her eyes or posture that may contradict what his Deputy was saying.

Finally his intense stare would be lifted from the she-cat and returned to Marshflight. He would meet his Deputy's gaze and nod slightly in response to his words. One thing would bother him a little and he would speak lightly to him. "I don't know Marshflight... There is no one way in which a spy looks..." Sharpstar would blink once before listening to the rest of his words, and then watching as he turned to head off to see to the camp's defenses. "Very well. Thank you Marshflight."

He would then turn his gaze back on the Loner, silence stretching between them for a few tense seconds before he nodded slightly. "I cannot deny that in these dark times we can use any willing paw that will aid us... But I also hope you can understand why I cannot just welcome you into my camp with open paws... This Clan... Is my family. One does not allow danger to waltz into their home and endanger those they love... And you could be danger..." He nodded slowly as he glanced to Stormcry. He knew he wouldn't approve... He was pretty certain he didn't approve when Echostar allowed Leiko to stay, and Leiko was consistantly proving that she was honest and true in her wishes to be a help to the Clan... He had a plan for her... But that would come with some time. He would finally turn his gaze back on Dusk. "I will allow you to stay. But you will share a space with Leiko for now... I will have an Apprentice fetch you bedding. You will not leave the camp unattended by at least one Warrior and one Apprentice." He knew more could not easily be spared at a time. "If you do leave without such, you will not be welcomed back." There was an ominous tone to his voice, and a seriousness in his eyes as he spoke. "If you are truly here to help us, then I welcome you, for this threat does not only affect us... But all who call this place home... I only hope you can understand the measures I take to protect my family."

He would then nod, and wait for a few moments to see if she had anything to say to him about all this. If she was true in what seemed to be her wishes, he hoped she would not be frightened by his size and demeanor, if she was false, he hoped she shook in her fur... But he would nod slowly, awaiting any words that might come from her, while mulling a few other things over in his mind. He needed to speak with Leiko sometime soon... He had a few things to speak with her about, and he hoped she would not mind sharing space with this Loner here. It would be good practice for sleeping in the Warrior's Den if his wishes were the same as hers.

OOC: Nah you're fine FireFly. And I hope I got all names and everything right, lol I was pretty sure the ShadowClan Loner was Leiko... If not, sorry! Lol if she was Warriorized and I didn't know about it, please let me know and I shall edit. Fanks!

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Dusk almost cowered in the presence of the large tom. Sharpstar certainly looked the part of an intimidating leader, though in her experience ShadowClan had always had those. For some reason he seemed willing to put some trust in her... Oh yeah, with Duskstar taking over the forest and everything, it was probably a good time to have some extra paws. What stupid luck she had. If she had come at an inopportune time, ShadowClan probably would've killed her. Loners didn't get much respect apparently. She tipped her head at Marshflight as a farewell, and unknowingly her tail began to swish with tension. So far the deputy had seemed to be the only cat who genuinely saw her as an equal and not a flea-bitten loner.

But Sharpstar seemed nice enough. Dusk was careful to keep her tail and head down instead of springing up into her usual proud stance. It wouldn't do her good to defy a leader, even if it was accidental. Wow, after being away from Clan life for such a long time, she'd have to re-learn some etiquette. She knew how not to offend a leader -- well duh, every kit knew that -- but it wouldn't be much longer before she managed to offend a cat or not fulfill a warrior duty by accident. Dusk listened closely to his words, ingraining each one in her memory as he continued. He really did have a strong sense of pride and protection in regards to his Clan. A longing to be part of that, to have some of that old loyalty and nobility, filled her from ears to tail-tip, and suddenly she felt like she belonged. "I understand," she responded quietly.

But suddenly something he had said sparked a reaction in her. Leiko? That name -- familiar... where had she seen that cat? And it came rushing back. Many moons ago, she had encountered Leiko in a broken-down Twoleg place, and they had almost fought. Dusk had stayed overnight and left and that had been the last of their encounter. She remembered that Leiko hated ThunderClan and she had been rather a scraggly young thing. Sharing a space with her? That... was going to be quite an experience, it was. But Dusk merely dipped her head meekly. Best to keep her firecracker nature under control for now. "I'll do my best to prove myself. Thank you for this opportunity," she murmured. She then lifted her head and surveyed the camp with renewed interest, wondering what duty she should help out with first.