[[Can Storm join?]]

Glazed green, luminescent eyes stared out from within the dead, grey leaves of one of the many crooked, mangled trees in the swamp.
The owner of those eyes, a tabby with metallic grey stripes blinked. He had watched the whole incident even to the point where the other tom had sliced off the poor, innocent creature's head, not that he really cared at all what happened to the stupid bird. He was more intrigued in the white cat.
Storm perked his ears in interest. Who was this cat? He had not seen him much on FlameClan territory, but that had good reasoning. Storm didn't usually hunt in FlameClan territory; he preferred to hunt in, well, weaker Clan territory. No, he wasn't afraid, just using his head, unlike so many other cats.
Storm's ears swiveled forward as he watched the cat eat. With a shrug of his lithe muscles, he leaped out of the tree and onto the ground with an almost silent thud.
"Hello," he said, grinning or at least it was his version of a grin. Really, he was just showing his sharp-edged canines. "Nice catch." Storm's bright, green eyes sparkled a bit as he neared the new cat. Finally, when he was only a couple of foxlengths away, he sat and tilted his head. "This is Clan territory, you know. Might not appreciate you hunting on their land."

"Ah," Storm allowed, his eyes slightly narrowing at the white cat's reasoning. He didn't seem like much of a threat, but that was what most cats looked like. Storm knew better then to judge by one's looks. "You don't like the Clans?" he asked, tilting his head to an impossibly sharp angle.
This tom was getting more and more interesting by the minute. Most cats would be scared or offended, being watched from within a tree. This cat didn't seem to really care. Weird. Odd. Interesting.
Curiosity blazed in Storm's eyes, and he corrected the tilt to his neck, grinning a little in bliss at a slight pop. He slowly got up, placing his grey paws on the muddy ground and making a face at the earthy feel. Storm had never liked swamps with their foul scents and detesting noises. He much preferred the forest or flat fields. At least there, he didn't get swampy sod stuck in between his claws. Not that he was complaining. No, no. The swamp was sometimes helpful when it came to acquiring food, and it wasn't like he was too good for it. Storm had been in worse places then this by a long shot.
"Well, I don't much like those kits, either."

[Hehe... a kit...]
"In fact, there is," answered Storm tersely, bowing his grey head. His green eyes were a mixture of irritation and impatience. This cat wasn't giving him enough information. Stupid tom. Just tell me who you are. I'm only talking to you out of boredom, Storm thought, though he knew it wasn't true. He was really, very intent on learning much about this cat. He wasn't like other rouges, or, at least, Storm thought he was a rouge. The tom may be a loner, but that didn't seem likely. Now, if the cat would only speak. Storm didn't want to have to squeeze the information out of him. "I'd like to know who you are and why you are on this land. If it helps any in you telling me, my name is Storm and I'm hunting." he told the white tom before sliding out his claws and raising a paw. "It'd be easier if you just told me. I wouldn't want to have to feed you to that Thin Snout over there." Storm nodded toward the alligator a little ways off. Yes, in fact, Storm had seen the Thin Snout from the second he got into that tree for a little snooze. Of course, the tom had woken him, but, before that and now, he had kept a good eye on it.

[Ha. You can't feed him to the gator now -sticks out tongue-]

With smooth, liquid movement, the silver tabby moved smoothely out from the thick marshy brush as if the mist itself had come together to form the shape of a feline. Golden eyes gazed solidly without any emotion into the 'clearing' where she could see some of her clanmates crouching - Moonflight was impossible to miss - and a pair of rogues not far off. With a small growl, the silver tabby moved up to join the small patrol.

Windpaw nudged Silverstripe gently, looking rather bored. "Do you wish for us to run them out?" she asked in an almost monotone voice. Something was deeply off about the silver cat, something very very terrible.

The she-cat had had her heart broken over the past few moons. Onepaw began to push her away until eventually he snapped at her to jump into a river and stop bothering him. Windpaw, who had thought the other was her best friend... didn't take it lightly. She moped for days, not eating much food, until finally Soulpaw, the Medicine Cat Apprentice, grew annoyed with her and shoved a mouse down her throat.


(OOC: Angsty Windpaw, because she needs to be Angsty. And I want a rule for leaders to HAVE to make apprentices into warriors and kits into apprentices, because this is stupid >.> Soulpaw should have his name by now. He's a year and a month old our time.)