GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD MORNING WINDCLAN

Storm blinked his eyes, near shivering from the near-by breeze. It had been so cold that night. He had never been more thankful for his thick coat. He lifted his head and looked around, having been watching the camp all night. The old cats and the she-cats with kits, they slept in the dens under the gorse wall that thickly surrounded the camp. The gorse being the clan's natural wall of defense. The rest of the clan seemed to be sleeping out under the sky... how did they manage that... and why would they even- ?
The tom froze and shifted uncomfortably, he had felt the she-cat - Butterflywing was her name - gaze boring into his pelt all night. He flicked his ears, listening for any sign of Mistedstar... What to do now...?

There was a loud thud. "Whoever put that stick there..." She grumbled as she pushed out of her den.

"Ah- Good Morning, Mistedstar..." He looked at her with wide eyes, sitting up awkwardly right next to the entrance to her den.

"Good morning, Storm." She gave him an odd look. "Are you ready to go home today?"

"Er- well..." Storm started, then was interrupted by his growling stomach. "... Define home."

"You don't have a home? Then where did you come from?" She motioned for him to walk with her to the fresh kill.

"I'm a traveler..." Storm walked with her carefully, not wanting to take one step ahead of the leader. "I sleep in old dens when I can find them, or old Upwalker dens. I can sometimes eat fresh-kill, but I'll eat housepet slop or crow-food when I need too."

"That might be why you don't smell very pleasant..." They reached the fresh kill pile where Mistedstar tossed Storm a plump rabbit. "How far have you come?"

"Excuse me?" Storm almost looked offended, having to break the smallest smile. He sighed, he had gone far, indeed but his father had gone farther. "There are strangest places... Like where all the dirt is white and there are no trees and the sun drowns in the sea everyday." He stared down awkwardly at the rabbit, reluctantly poking it with one claw. "How do you catch these? I've never had one.... They always run away... Ahem..." No shxt.

"Have you noticed the physique of my Warriors? The Earth we live on?" Mistedstar looked calmly at Storm. "I can teach you if you're willing to learn. But you have to make a deal with me."

"Really?" Storm pirked his ears up. "What?"

"That after you have learned this new skill, you leave WindClan."

Butterflywing padded passed them "good night" she said softly. She hadn't slep a bit all night she was to buissy wondering what this new cat would do

"I suppose I should just be thankful for the offer... And I'll have to take it..." Storm said, "Though, I have to ask, why are you so wary of me? I'm just as confused as why to why I've come here as you are."

Mistedstar narrowed her eyes. "Why wouldn't I be? You're the one who randomly barged into my clan. You claimed to be sent from StarClan, but my Medicine Cat doesn't know anything about it."