A Day With Mouse [Anyone]

A tan figure blended into the rocky outcropping along WindClan territory. This figure was a cat named Mouse. And Mouse was not the very brightest cat and that was clearly evident. For this tom was attempting to hunt, but instead was going around in circles.
This continued for many minutes when suddenly a huge gust of wind came his way and before Mouse knew it, he was falling down the cliff.
The loner landed on the soft moor ground only a few feet below. He just laid there for a few seconds before suddenly flipping onto his feet. He then started to pad around yowling "Can somebody help me find fooood!!!"

(perfect for the plucking for Deathclan, enter The Hunter)

The Hunter

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A scent caught The Hunter's nose. He grinned and followed it, it led him to another cat. A cat who was complaining that he wanted food. The black tom grinned and thanked the darkness. Sure the cat seemed dumb, but that made him all the better to control.

He had been at the horseplace, nabbing silly chickens. They made good meals for him and Snake. So with two fat birds dangling from his jaw he padded up to Mouse. Dropping the birds he looked at the tom.

"Come with me, and you can have all the food you want. And shelter." He said. "And I will teach you how to hunt and fight." He said. He paused. "Oh, how rude of me. I am known as the Hunter, leader of Deathclan. We are called such because we are cats that banded together to escape death. And now we mock it by calling ourselves Deathclan." He grinned.
"What may I call you?"
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LIGHTNING
Hater of love.

Lightning padded through the tall moorland grass. His gray tabby fur was smoothed back after a recent cleaning and a limp, brown, rabbit was in his mouth, covered with dirt and grass from being dragged on the ground.
The tom's mind was driffting back and forth between dinner, and a pair of emerald eyes. He didn't want to admit it, but Lightning was excited for his next meeting with the WindClan she-cat. No Lightning, you aren't. he ordered as his eyes landed on to figures coming up. Remember Angel? You're nothing but a killer.
Finally Lightning came upon the two cats he had seen in the distance. He caught the last traces of the black toms words. The other tom looked plain dumb. What are they talking about?
Warily, Lightning closed the last few pawsteps between them. Putting the rabbit on the ground and still a few mouse length's away, Lightning asked.
"Who. Are. You?" directing it too the black tom. He was large, and Lightning didn't remember ever seeing him around while the other cat was the local nut brain-Mouse.

(Moony! Lightning would be /purrrfect/ for Deathclan)

The Hunter

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"I am called The Hunter." He said, his voice smooth and polite. "What might you be called good sir?" He mewed, looking at the tom. Powerful, muscular, and didn't carry the scents of the clans on him. He smiled inwardly. Deathclan was coming together, the Dark Ones were guiding his paws. The powerful black tom swiped his tongue over his teeth and watched.
"I see you are a skilled hunter." He mewed. [/center]

LIGHTNING
Hater of love.

Lightning's ears perked up as 'The Hunter' spoke. His spine tingled with something that Lightning would describe as alertness. He didn't like this tom at all. The way he talked and looked reminded tom of the mountains. And now that he thought about, he could vaugly smell tribe on this cat.
"Forgive me, Hunter, for answering a question, with a question. But you wouldn't happen to be from the mountains?"

{{Nah, Lightning stays to himself. Clan life, no matter how evil, isn't for him.}}

"Hey I be liken' some food," replied Mouse with a dumb founded hungry look on his face. "And some help learnin' to hunt be nice." With that he walked around in a circle. Then laid on the ground and rolled over for Hunter hopping for some food.

The Hunter

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"I traversed over the mountains, met a cat called Screech... terrible cat rapist and kit eater that cat." He mewed. "But no, I hail originally from beyond the mountains. I lived as a loner in the mountains for several moons, however the Tribe chased me out." He puased and looked at the small dumb tom.
"Of course I will teach you how to hunt, pick yourself up and follow me." He picked up the two fat chickens and walked off, waving his tail in a salute to Lightening.
"Farewell." He said from around the birds. [/center]

LIGHTNING
Hater of love.

Lightning only nodded to Hunter. He watched the black tom pad away and Mouse follow him. There's trouble afoot. he thought as he picked up his rabbit and started to head back to his camp for the day.
All the way there Lightning was troubled. Should he go tell WindClan they might have a problem? With a rouge making a clan called DeathClan, it was something the clan needed to know. Especially if it was being formed on WindClan territory.
Lightning, it's none of your business. Besides, if you try to go tell them they'll only chase you out!
When the tom made it back to his camp, he started to eat the rabbit he had caught. But still he was troubled and his stomach was twisted into knots.
You need to at least try to warn them! he finally convinced himself after he gulped down the last of the rabbit. Standing up, Lightning excited the old fox den and raced to the WindClan camp.

Mouse jumps up drooling with the thought of a nice, juicy bird wandering in his head. The tom follows after the Hunter his nose uplifted catching the smell of the fresh-kill in fornt of him. "When can I eat? When we be there?" Mouse asked as his stomach gave a loud growl.

The Hunter

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"Just follow me." The Hunter said, walking along with his ears down. "And stand still. You need to start acting like a real cat. Tell me, what is your name? That is of no concern. You must have a name Worthy of DeathClan. You will be Malady." He mewed. [/center]

Snake
The darkness in your mind

Snake had been watching over the area they had claimed as their territory when The Hunter came back with a different cat. His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at him, but if The Hunter trusted him, maybe he was joining them. They were in need of numbers.
A clan won't survive if they don't have members in the clan. he thought wrapping his tails around his paws fora moment. He finally grew tired of waiting and jumped down from his spot and went out to greet the hunter and the other cat.
"I'm guessing he's an ally?" he asked stopping a little bit in front of the two toms.