He's a Dreamer(Open)

[Secretkit]

A new cat glided through the trees with ease. It was no surprise the young loner was by himself again. He never really watched where he was going but he never ran into anything. Feeling content he looked up to the sky. Yep this spot was perfect. It had a wonderful view of the powder blue sky…all the puffy clouds in view. It was peaceful and serene.

The trees around the small clearing stood tall… their brown textured trunks seemed to go up into an eternity. Until suddenly they burst into a array of wonderful colors. The golds, greens, oranges, yellows, and reds amazed him. LeafFall was an amazing time. The wind made some of the brown and already fallen leaves on the ground to a dance in the happy little clearing.

The mysterious cat Grinned. Dreamwisp was his name; he had come here to think to figure things out, to daydream the day away. He had an important choice to make though. He was still a little young, and the snows would come sooner than he would realize, that he knew unfortunately. Sighing the tom closed his intriguing orbs. His gray pelt was tugged by the chilling wind, but it didn’t bother him.

Who knows how long he sat their thinking… but then he opened his strange eyes once again. ‘I know what I must do’ he thought.’ I need to find a clan.’

Taking a deep breath he stood up from his sitting position and took a few slow strides before breaking out in a fast paced run. He knew the realative position of one clan’s territory. That would be where he would wait… within a minute he was there. Slowing back to a walk he crossed the border, watching his surroundings closely and called in his calm, collected, warm voice “Hello?”

[» Sacrifice]

How the tom had remained invisible was amazing, but what was even more so, was that almost as soon as the outsider had crossed the border, everything went grey. The bone chilling fog that made up the borders of CresentClan had finally settled in, driving away easy visibility, and all the warmth that LeafFall had to offer. It made the land look as though it was from another time; drops of moisture hanging from the leaves of the few trees that dared make their way into the watery land of CresentClan. The only clear sound, was that of dripping water, with its rhythm like 'Drip. Drip.' Where it came from though; that was just about as mysterious as the tom himself. Hidden not by shadows, but by mist and fog, observations had played out key in many times, although this would not be one of those days. In all truth, those days where he had been able to observe only where long gone, having left many moons ago, back when there was still such a thing innocence in the land.
Innocence is for kits and those who haven't seen the real world.
In a somewhat bitter fashion, the tom shook his head, although it was only his piercing blue eyes that lit through the thick fog.

Soon enough, the young tom crossed over the borders, and seemed more then content to keep on walking. Searching, for something. Or maybe, someone. Raising his tail and head up high, the tom stepped out of the fog that had concealed his presence for so long, leaving the young cat unaware. How foolish, really.
"Trespassing on CresentClan lands is not wise, less you want to have the fur torn from you as you encounter its warriors."
Walking from the fog, it seemed almost as though the mystery cat was part of the fog, as the grey in his pelt blended, the only thing standing out was the white on his face and chest, and the black stripes going down his back, and his tail rings. Sharp gaze meeting the gaze of the other tom, power seemed to surround him, as well as a faint edge of something else. Head raised up high, ears slightly flattened and tail lashing, the tom had a clan scent, so one could only assume that he was indeed, one of those CresentClan warriors that he spoke of.
"If you have a reason to be here, I suggest that you speak it now."
Cold gaze holding the other cat's, there was no offering of a name. And there wouldn't be, not until anyway, there was a reason for a name.
First I need to find out what he is doing here, and what his intentions are...
Once upon a time, maybe things would have been different with the greeting; but time changes things...

Lets just hope that there was a good reason for the intrusion, else there could be an... issue... with the ending, for resistance could prove fatal. The silver, white, and black tom wasn't the only one watching. He was just the only one who had appeared.

[Secretkit]

A silver fog immediately greeted him as he made his way through the border. The damp humid air matted his thick coat to his sleek body. A rhythmic Drip Drop had begun. Puddles had formed.

‘So This Is CresentClan…’ Dream thought to himself. Easily his mind slipped into a dreamlike state as his imagination ran free, thinking of what clan life would be like. He wouldn’t have to be alone all the time. He could maybe find a mate, one that was perfect in everyway. Cute kits would be running around in the nursery. Everything would be perfect.

Then a strong voice broke him from his vision.
"Trespassing on CresentClan lands is not wise, less you want to have the fur torn from you as you encounter its warriors. If you have a reason to be here, I suggest that you speak it now."

The Young tom, stopped dead in his tracks turning slightly to the right to meet the owner of the threatening voice. Others would have trembled, and some would be afraid, but not Dreamwisp. The tom had no bad intentions, he was her for a soul purpose of joining the clan, not to hurt it in anyway.

The cat he looked at was silver, with a white face and chest. One of the only things that gave the well hidden tom away were the black stripes.

"Why Hello. I am Dreamwisp, my intentions are to join your clan, I mean no harm... Alone I pose no threat to you at all. There is no need to be hostile." The wispy gray tom said to his fierce investigator.

Their eyes were locked. Dream's strangely colored orbs were soft, and warm. They stood out in the fog that rolled in, continuously. The other cat had bright eyes as well... his being a vibrant blue color.

The Tom felt himself began to fantasize of what clan life would be like once again. The store of food, the friendly faces, and the feeling of comradey… it all sounded so wonderful.

Finding his grip on reality he realized the other tom had not said his name. “It seems that I don’t know who your name. It seems only fair since I gave you mine.” The laid back tom said in a friendly manner, His ears perked, and head a little lower to show some respect, but cocked in a inquisitive fashion.

[» Sacrifice]

Even as he moved, it was obvious to the older tom that the young cat was not a fighrter; at least, that he had no intentions of fighting at the moment. He was too...loose, his expression being one that shifted from focus to an almost sleepy state. A day dreamer, they were called. Rare to find, even more so in times like these, with the sickness still running around.
Even after the rogues were gathered, it still lingers. If Clopar does not appear during the next gathering, there is sure to be a riot in the clans.
Features revealing no clue to what he was thinking, the tom was stone still, not a single flick as to indicate what he would do next, a battle skill that very few possessed. There was always an urge to move, an urge to do something, with the warriors. And while that was a good thing; it could also be a downfall in battle, for if a cat could read another, they could predict what they were going to do next. From just a flick of the tail, the silver tabby tom could see exactly what was planned, or at least, a pretty close estimate of what was going to happen.

There was a lack of hostility though, just tension in the air, to see who would drop their gaze first. It turned out, as expected, to be the new cat, whom identified himself as Dreamwisp.
"You are new to this land; otherwise you would know that we all pose a threat to each other, for all could carry the sickness that has wiped away so many, even as we meet the requirements to get the cure."
For a moment, a flash of anger played through the gaze of the usually calm tom. It was rare for things to break through as so, but it was a touchy subject. Too many good warriors had fallen thanks to the humans, and the Circuits.
The cure will be soon.
That thought was his solace in these times, and with a swift nod, the unknown tom seemed to accept what Dreamwisp had said.
"If you wish to join, follow me. If you can."
Just like that, the tom was gone once more, only this time, leaving a not so easy scent trail. The path to CresentClan would not be the easy way, for this in ways, was a trial, to see exactly how well this cat called Dreamwisp would be able to fit in.

However, he did not leave, before answering the question that had been asked to him.
"Darkstar. Leader of CresentClan."
So it seemed that the tom finally had a name...

[Moonlight]

Songpaw smiled as she jumped on the back of a rabbit and killed it. She poked it as she thought. 'Wow, its pretty small...' She sighed as she hid her kill and walked a little. she looked around as a slight wind went past. "It's awfully nice right now. I wonder if everyone is o.k. back home."

She thought about her life before then clans then stopped. There was someone ahead. Songpaw's fur bristled as she hid underneath a bush. Her eyes narrowed as she saw the two cats talk. She watched Darkstar talking to the oter cat.
"Trespassing on CresentClan lands is not wise, less you want to have the fur torn from you as you encounter its warriors. If you have a reason to be here, I suggest that you speak it now."

The other cat replied to the white cat. "Why Hello. I am Dreamwisp, my intentions are to join your clan, I mean no harm... Alone I pose no threat to you at all. There is no need to be hostile."

She crouched there waiting to see what would happen next.

[» Sacrifice]

((Darkstar isn't white. He is Silver, Black, and white. A tabby, more the less. And Songpaw WOULD know Darkstar's name due to the fact she has been living in the clans for a while now. ))

[Moonlight]

(oppise sorry i fixed it)