WELCOMING :: the kits/tundraheart,white-eyes//OPEN

[→Demon←]

Hollow had followed Tundraheart to the camp, both nervous and excited. The tugging in his chest grew stronger, and soon he found himself at the head of their small pack. He knew his way to the camp --it was born in him somehow. Bursting through the entrance, Hollow looked around, his ice blue eyes scanning the camp. The cats all looked at him strangely and warily, and he could smell fear scent on them. Thinking, and logic getting the better of him, Hollow stepped back and waited for the others.


Zero struggled to keep up with his brother, his annoyance towards the cat growing. He wanted to take his time and learn his way to the camp --not dart through the territory. He kept on Tundraheart's and White-eyes heels, not daring to step ahead of them. But he too was nervous. If the whole clan didn't take a liking to them, they would have to fight them to stay --and there was no way that could turn out good...

[Swiftpelt]

Shadow padded at the back of the group, his way of keeping watch of what was around them and calmly kept pace with the rest of the cats with his eyes hard as stone. Somehow, his apprence would be a shock to most cats and which would also draw unwelcoming stares, making him more alert then the others. But a thought bugged at him, something he had never noiced before and somehow, made him curious. Zero's fur, his whole front leg was covered in white but the rest of him is black. Why is his fur doing that? Shadow asked himself, turning his head abit to check the area before tilting his head back to the group in front. But as they entered MistClan's camp, his eyes softened and flicked his ears at the sounds of camp.

Well, well? So this is their camp? Odd for a buch of furballs. The pure black tom thought, a smile appered on his muzzle and slowly padded up to Ghost's side, his tail waving in the air.

[*~Blazeheart~*]

Tundraheart pushed her way into camp, watching the young kits' reactions. They seemed quite excited to be in Mistclan camp, and soon to be part of the warrior code. But the she-cat feared they wouldn't adjust well. And Puddlestar still needed to approve them in order for them to be truly Mistclan cats. Knowing Puddlestar, Tundraheart was sure she would.

"You will get a tour of the camp soon. For now, you guys will sleep in the nursery with the rest of the kits. Until you turn six moons of age, you will train as apprentices,"the she-cat informed them.

[→Demon←]

Hollow turned to Tundraheart. "Thank you," he mewed, his eyes locking with several of the other cats. Maybe Tundraheart had been right. Maybe they wouldn't be welcomed into this clan. shaking his head, Hollow cleared the thought. He and his brothers would be fine, as long as they were together. HE was sure of at least that much. "When will we get to see this Puddlestar you speak of?"

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