NewComing Warrior

[Goldenstorm]

Badgerclaw stepped into the bloody clearing, he was waiting for someone to attack him, or ask him why he was here. Hopefully Wolfstar would accept him. He was fit to be a WindClan warrior, FireClan had no use for him, they were dying out anyway.

[Wolvine]

Silverfang looked at the cat with interest. He got up and looked at him. "Hello. You are a Ficeclan warrior are you not?" He streached, then lay down again.

[Goldenstorm]

Badgerclaw looked at the tom who had spoken to him, he was surprised because the tom didn't even take him as a threat. "That I am. And you a WindClan?" he replied, Badgerclaw remained tensed, standing as tall as his legs would allow.

[Wolvine]

"Indeed." Silverfang began to groom himself, compeleatly uninterested in the other cat. "I will not ask you why you came here, for I am sure you will tell me." He said in-between licks.

[Goldenstorm]

"You are right. I am Badgerclaw. I come from FireClan to live here and help your Clan prosper. In order for me to do this, I must speak with your leader. Wolfstar, I presume." he replied, still not backing down. If he was going to join this clan, he had to show them that he was strong and had courage. Here, he could easily be overwhelemed by the whole of WindClan and be killed.

[Wolvine]

"You may relax. I see not why I should fight you. Any cat wanting to harm WIndclan would not come alone into camp and stand, waiting. It is too obviouse. Verry well, I will take you to Wolfstar, but not yet." He sat up and examined his claws. Nothing diferent about them. He felt his teeth with his tounge. As sharp as ever. He shrugged. If this did come to a fight he was ready.

[Goldenstorm]

"I understand that you don't want to fight, but that doesn't mean your clanmates will accept me with warming paws." he warned, WindClan cats weren't the ones with the softest fur, he had to watch his step with them. At least his friend from the Gatherings, Goldenpaw, would be here. Badgerclaw couldn't wait to tell him about his warrior name.

[Wolvine]

"We have had a bit of a scruffle recently about one of our warriors falling in love with a Thunderclan cat. I can agree with you that my clan-mates aren't the softest there is, but Nightfeather has still been alowed to stay." He got up. "Do you want me to take you now? Or do you wish to wait?"

[Goldenstorm]

"Your the WindClan cat. It is up to you." he mewed.

[Wolvine]

"Your the one wanting to speak to WOlfstar." he replied.

[Goldenstorm]

"I think your Clan needs help before I would speak. I want to help your Clan fix the wounds of your camp." Badgerclaw walked to the tom. "What is your name?"

[Member]

OOC: .... If I had a WindClan cat. Rip. Scratch. Bite. Help fix the wound. WHAT A BUNCH OF BOLOGNA!

[Wolvine]

"SIilverfang.." He yawned. "I'd beter take you to Wolfstar before I fall asleep."

OOC: DO you make thred or do I?

[Goldenstorm]

ooc: u can. and member, it ain't bologna,

"Very well." he followed the cat.

[Member]

OOC: It be bologna. XD

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