A Storm has blew in over the Moor

Firm paw-steps could be heard echoing through the firm bracken wall, his body so unused to the harsh wind and the small tunnel. He wondered, for a moment, how a cat could go on with short pelts and such a small body. He was large, well built with muscles, and his thick fur giving him a giant-like appearance. He was a dark cloudy gray, much like the clouds in the angry weather over their heads. He was dashed with the occasional patch of brown tabby, standing out against the red of his body.

He walked in and sat down calmly the moment he exited the entrance, his bright yellow-green eyes scanning the clearing. Already, he saw cats, they were bound to scent him at once. "Greetings, WindClan warriors." his voice echoed out. A warm smile was on his face, he noticed kits fight over a small ball of moss.

This cat's name was Storm.

Mistedstar burst out of her den. Her head swung around until she caught site of a stranger sitting in her camp. "What makes you think you can just stroll into my clan?" She barked.

"Oh, excuse me..." Storm let out an awkward smile, looking over to Mistedstar. "Well,... I don't want to sound crazy..." He started, shuffling his feet quietly. "But someone told me to come here..."

Mistedclover gave him a weird look. "Someone told you to come here? Who?"

"I don't know their names..." He admitted.

Rushing beside her leader, Cowbelle narrowed her eyes at the suspicious looking tom. "What's going on?" She asked, dropping the herbs that had trailed out of her mouth on the way there.

Heathersong also came, but from the warrior's den. She let out a soft hiss when she saw this strange cat, but quickly hid her anger.

"Greetings." Storm dipped his head to the small black and white she-cat, noting how differently she scented from the others, masked by the odd scent of herbs. "I was sent to this place, WindClan isn't it, by cats with stars in their pelts..."

Mistedstar glanced at Cowbelle. "StarClan sent you? Why?"

"Something I can't be so sure of myself..." Storm blinked, looking at Mistedstar with his head tilted to the side. "They talked to me in riddles, something about unraveling the darkness woven into the- breeze?" He frowned. Oh dear, what were those words?

Mistedstar fell silent. For once, she didn't have anything to say. "Cowbelle... Did you get anything out of that?"

Heathersong came over at this point, her ears directed backwards, still not sure what to do about this cat.
"So Starclan sent you here?" she asked. Then she remembered something from the Gathering. "Deathberry said something about five strangers coming to the clans!"

Dragonclaw padded out of the queens den and noticed Storm. She also noticed that her clan mates had padded up to Storm as well. "What's going on?" she asked.

Cowbelle flicked her tail nervously. "Um, no. . I don't have a clue as to what that means. Maybe if StarClan . . " She trailed off, looking at the ground.

Wildpaw came in from an unsuccesful hunt when he noticed an unfamiliar cat, not from any clan. He looked at everyone staring at the cat and said, "What did I miss?"
OOC: what my charrie said was amusing wasnt it?