Tricklestream!...Clans?... Anyone?!? ...Grr

[Fallenpaw]

MistySkies wondered aimlessly around he was in clan territory he could tell ... but he had lost Tricklestream ... AGAIN! "Uhhh!" he cried, you see he doesn't exactly have the best temper and he knew it. "Tricklestream? Hello? come on ...." His nose to the ground breatheing in to try to catch his scent he wandered for a little while longer and then it hit him like a train! Tricklestreams scent was fresh, but he didn't bother to actually go after her...he knew she would find him! " Tricklestream! Sister! Get Over Here!" He cried loseing his p;aitences as he waited... His light grey pelt shone brilliantly in the sunset his dark grey and black stripes looked as if they were made of diamands, his violet orbs filled with annoyance how long was this gunna take? Grrr he thought to himself... but somewhere deep inside him he new he couldn't stay mad at her he was his sister Tricklestream had been though thick and thin. MOstly thin though, he thought to himself ... maybe just maybe this clan would except them maybe they would finely be home ... he closed his eyes quickley dismissing the thought he would talk about it with triclkestream later is she ever came ! But to pass the time he stared though the thick braches of pine needles protrudeing from the great pine he sat uner at the gorgeus serine seen of the sun saying good night...

[*~ForestWind~*]

Just then the tree above the tom shook, leaves falling gracefully to the ground. A pretty grey she-cat dropped from a branch, a wide grin on her face. "Lighten up Mistyskies. I was just looking around, and trying to get a view of the camp." She purred, trying to cool down her fired up brother. Tricklestream was always the one who was in the good mood, not really picky on what they did. She was very relaxed most of the time, and always tried to keep her brothers temper down. "I mean, I expect the clans to be around here somewhere. Mother told us that at least four of them would be in this forest. We stumble into them eventually." Tricklestream mewed optimistically, jumping back onto the tree, sinking her claws deep into the bark. Night was settling quick, dark shades of brilliant violet and blue fading into smoky black. They would have to find a place to sleep soon, before the creatures of the night took over. "Come on Mistyskies. I see a hollow tree we can sleep in." Tricklestream called, trotting over to the tree, grabbing moss to pad it with on the way.

[Fallenpaw]

As soon as his sister appeared Mistyskies lightened up, "Ok" he mumbled under his breathe as trickle stream started padding over to the hallow tree and lineing it with moss...."I was thinking... Well..." He didn't quite know how to put his words but continued anyway" What if instead of running from everyclan we find we acctually stay in this... I am sick of sleeping every night with no home...and it is supposed to be a brutal winter i can feel it... I and i just dont no what i would do if one of us didn't make it..." He padded over and started helping wait for a response...

[*~ForestWind~*]

She nodded, and finished up with the moss. Quickly Tricklestream jumped into the hollowed out tree, cold wind lapping at her fur. She beckoned her brother in, and strived for the warmth he would bring with him.

"Someone will find us soon, I can feel it." She whispered with a smile, blackness taking over. The moon light casted over her face revealed the wispy white markings on top of her dark grey pelt even more.

"And this time, we will stay in the clan. Just like mother wanted us to..." Just then Tricklestream turned her head, ears flicking forward. She had heard something near by, and a scent now lingered close by. One not of herself or Mistyskies.

[Tants]

The silver she-cat seemed to know everything on her lands as soon as it happened. "Hello." she purred, welcoming the two cats into Duskclan. "May I ask what is your purpose upon Duskclan territory?" Silverstar questioned curiously.

[Fallenpaw]

MistySkies froze halfway into the hollow tree at the sound of another cats voice... he flung himself around in a defensive position nothing was going to happen to Tricklestream, but when he saw the waise leader he relaxed his stance a little and stood most of the way upright "I am Mistyskies and this is my sister Tricklestream we ..." He paused again rethinking the idea but diceded to say it anyway..."We wish to join your clan , you must be the leader? I see much wisdom in your eyes..." He bowed his head alittle in a friendly but repectful nod. his light grey pelt and black and dark grey markings seemed to glow under the moon light and his Light violet gaze seem oldy out of place, yet very relaxed, courious, but fevorishly alert.

[Tants]

She slowly scanned over the two. You could tell alot about the cats by the way they held themselves. "Yes, I'm Silverstar." she answered his assumption. "Tell me, why is it you wish to join my clan? What can you provide for us?" she questioned.

[Fallenpaw]

"Well... I am a fighter, well more of a protector I would make a good warrior. Umm, Tricklestream maybe you wanna take over?" Mistyskies blushed he wasn't the best people person.

[*~ForestWind~*]

She smiled at the noble leader. Tricklestream was very friendly and a not shy of anyone. "Hello. I'm sorry we are trespassing, me and my brother are looking for a home." The grey she-cat mewed, bowing her head low to the ground. Their mom had told them much about the clans before she sent them away. The thought made her wince... there was no hope in seeing her mother again... or her old cat group. Tricklestream took a few steps forward, taking over for Mistyskies. He was always a little shy, and had a temper. One wrong word and he would lose his top, and that would be no good way to join a clan. Her white streaks glistened, as moon light shone down on the three cats. "I am Tricklestream. We are from a clan far from here, very different then yours. I see you are a very respected cat, and I will treat you as such." She purred with a kind smile. "We are very fast, and hardy. Where we used to live it was of harsh conditions, and little prey year round. If we can manage there, we will defiantly be able to hold up more then our own weight in your noble clan." Said the solid grey she-cat, flicking her tail at her brother. They had to make a good impression, and she meant every word she spoke of.

[Fallenpaw]

"What she said..." Misty added a little out of his element. " We have come from harsh conditions, and find it nice here, and yes, are looking for a home..." He smiled half-heartedly remembering his mother, the day of that fight were their mother thought it was not going to turn out very well and didn'y want them to get hurt. So sent them off all on their own. He shuddered and looked up again at the wise leader with hopeful orbs glistening in the moonlight.

[Tants]

A soft understanding smile seemed to magically appear on the leader's face. "Mistyskies, Tricklestream, I welcome you as part of Duskclan." she dipped her head to the new warriors. "Camp is this way." she smiled, and started toward home. It seemed as Duskclan was getting stronger. More warriors, plenty of kill to go around. Life was good.

[*~ForestWind~*]

The grey she-cat's grin grew wider, as she bounded forward. "Thank you so much Silverstar. You wont be sorry." Tricklestream purred, beckoning her brother with her tail. A new life was layed in front her her, eye twinkling with delight. She let out a rumbling purr from deep in her chest, following the noble leader. She wondered what the camp looked like? How many cats belonged? All her questions would be answered shortly, her tail flicking happily.

[Fallenpaw]

There was nothing he could add... so he just silently followed and smiled along with his sister. What more could a tom want?