Border.

His whiskeres twitched in amusment at the clan-cats tone of voice "Calm down, calm down. Dont worry, the names Terror." He swished his bushy black tail licking his ivory-colored chest fur and looking back up with forest green eyes. "Not used to rouges huh? I wont eat you, you know. I may be a rouge but im still a cat" He sat only a huge jet-black paw over the border not seeming to mind. The tom didnt know that his huge size might have been some-what threatening to the slender shecat. "Sorry if i scared you, have you seen a silver and gray shecat with dark blue eyes?" He glanced around "Im looking for my sister..." Turns broad head back to the shecat waiting for an answer.

The huge tom didnt notice his paw over the border until now "Oh, sorry! I dont want trouble, and i dont want to attack you either. You arent a threat i can see that already" he put his pack back on his side curling his bushy black tail around them. "Sometimes i think im following nothing... I followed her trail to this place. I didnt know there would be cats here" He turned back "Wishingfeather huh? Well its a pleasure to meet you" He bowed his broad head not with respect but as friendly equals. "Do you think your clanmates wont mind if i just stepped over the border for a sec to make sure my sisters scent really leads through here?" Terror glanced past her towards where he thought the trail would lead "Please?" He looked back at Wishingfeather his deep green eyes filled with something you couldnt really read.

"I guess that would be best, Wishingfeather" His enchanting deep green gaze bored down on the shecat kindly "Thank you so much" He smiles getting to his paws "Shall we go now?" He asked her and waited for a reply.

He followed the shecat picking his way through the forest behind her. "So, whose your leader?" He asked calmly trying to bring up a conversation.

"Just asking, trying to make conversation" He crouched and lunged high over the tree trunk scaling it completely his broad muscles rippling through his thick pelt. For a rouge he was really healthy and had no scars at all. He landed with a soft thud of his huge black paws. "Who in the clan are most important?" He mewed calmly.

A large silver-tabby then emerged from the darkness, his golden yellow eyes scanned the borderline. He caught the scent of his warrior..And a rogue? He tilt his head and began to follow towards them.

His head tilted to one side in curiosity he mewed "You all look out for each other..?" Remembers when rouges had beat up on him and didnt care that he was starving as a kit. "That... sounds like a better life then mine certaintly..." Mews quietly.

*ill be back i gtg for a few minutes ok*

Wishingfeather stopped abrutly. Scenting the air did she pick up the scent of her Clan, taking a deeper tast of air did she find it was HowlingStar's scent. Sitting down did she wait and lay her ears back and she listened around the forest and to Terror.

(okay)

(Okay, I have a giant pile of homework to do. So, I apologize if I disappear)

The leader of SombreClan approached Wishingfeather and the unfamiliar tom-cat, his eyes were warm. "Ah," he meowed, "Who have you got there, Wishingfeather?" He asked, in slight amusement. The silver-tabby tom ran his eyes over the rogue. "I'm HowlingStar," he said, "And you are?"

Wishingfeather bowed her head in respect. "Greetings HowlingStar. This is Terror, he is looking for someone and he claims the scent leads into SombreClan." she meowed as she got up and groomed herself.

(well that gives me more time to do this so i may poof also)

The huge tom dipped his broad head to the leader in complete respect "Im sorry if i have intruded, i am here to ask if you had seen a silver-gray shecat with dark blue eyes..?" Looks back up to the leader respect still in gaze. "I have been tracking her, shes my sister. Her name is Sorrow." Turns head back to Wishingfeather "Your warrior had said she didnt see any sign, but she told me i could come back to the camp and ask you for permission to scout the area." bushy jet black tail swishes over the ground. "I dont know if i'll find her, and i dont know where im going if i dont. But i hope to have some sign that she is still alive..." Sighs and waits for the leaders answer.

"Oh no, your not butting in, i understand what you mean entirley. Its just that sometimes i think she doesnt want to be found" looks at the silver gray shecat with deep forest-green eyes. "Its funny, that sounds exactly like something shed say" his long white whiskers twitched in amusment. "Howlingstar, is that your name? Wishingfreather said it was. But have you ever caught scent, hide, or even hair that she mightve been here and im not on a wild goose chase?"

The large black and white tom turned his head to the grey-silver she cat and tilted it his deep forest green gaze softening. "Whats wrong?" the tom swished his long bushy jet black tail. "You look tense, is everything ok?" he mewed his usual confident, calm mew a hint of interest and worry in it.

The black and white tom smiled kindly swishing his tail back and forth. "You ever notice how truly mouse-brained foxes are? Everyone thinks they're smart but truly they aren't" his whiskers quivered in humor trying to lighten up the mood crackling in the air. "And so are two-legs! Even stupider then foxes! Why do they ever need tree cutters and monsters?"

"I was going through two leg place once, and a twoleg threw something tall and it shattered on the ground! It made what looks like shards of ice! but it was green!" His dark forest green eyes fade out as if remembering "It cut my paw-pad deep and i had to stay off of it for a week" He shook his strong broad head "Some are kind, some are monsters." He sighed

The tom smiled his eyes glittering with something for a heartbeat and he shook his head. "It did suck, look" Terror lifted a huge jet black paw up to show a long lighter pink scar on his pink paw-pads. "It hurt like a fox snapping its jaws on your tail." he shook his head

HowlingStar listened in curiosity. The silver-tabby's golden yellow eyes flashed, warmly. A small smile formed on his face. He had never known true loss, except for his mother. His mother who he loved and adored, but, her memories, morals and spirit still lived on, within him, or so he liked to believe.

Sorry about slow replies. Been so busy haha,

(eh, it fine howly we all get busy )

Wishingfeather looked at Terrors paw pad before wincing in imaginary pain. "That does look like it would hurt..." she meowed as she looked away, "Well I should hunt so i'm not going back empty paw'ed." She bowed her head to HowlingStar and waved her head to Terror before walking off.

The tom put down his large black paw and called warmly after the silver-gray shecat "Uh, see you later Wishingfeather!" he then turned his head to adress the leader with respect in his tone "Im sorry to have intruded, your clan is much kinder then when i accidently went through Valiantclan, i dont think they really knew what was at stake. My sister could be dead... I have to find Sorrow.. Have you seen her at all..? shes a silver shecat with a white muzzle/paws/tailtip. I was seperated from her in a fire that... Killed... our mother and father..." his tone quieted, he never brought up the past and it hurt his head and heart to think about it. His gaze was filled with the greedy flames licking the sides of the trees and setting them ablaze. The sounds of his mother and father's wails filled his ears and made his fur prickle. He shook his head "S-sorry, its just this.. mousebrained.. thing that happens when i think of my parents or what happened.." He shook his pelt violently like trying to shake off water but in reality his pelt felt like it was crawling with chills.

The huge black and white tom rounded a tree to stand before the silver-gray shecat "Good hunting?" he smiled curling his long bushy black tail. "I wont hunt here for myself, Its your clans territory, i know my bounderies." The tom dipped his white muzzle down with respect before approaching a bit closer. "But with your permission i would like to hunt for your clan to show my grattitude" He sat down in front of her and waited for an answer his deep forest green eyes guarded of an emotion.

"Would you mind hunting with me? I heard its more fun with two cats then one. And the more prey for your clan the merrier" his long white whiskers quivered picking up the strong scent of wood pigeon. "I already got a scent" the tom laughed and stood up, waiting for Wishingfeather's answer.

"A wood pigeon and...." his pure milky white muzzle parted to show unusually huge fangs as he breathed in the scents of the woods "A squirrel, i also picked up the scent of a young rabbit" he scented more carefully "A lark too" he smiled and tensed his large muscles rippling under his long, silky coal-black pelt as he stalked forward towards the squirrel. He narrowed his dark forest green eyes at the sight of the squirrel chittering with another making high pitched squeaking sounds as they chased each other. The black tom twitched his tail to beckon Wishingfeather "Ill take the one near the tree stump, you take the other.." he whispered quietly and stalked forward in a stealth-like manner. The one he wanted to take down froze its tail flicking, the squirrel was three to four fox lengths away from Terror. The squirrel lunged and tried to flee but Terror thought quicker and easily caught up with the squirrel from three huge bounds. The squirrel hadnt made much distance before Terror lunged and sunk his over-sized fangs to kill it swiftly. They hadnt made much noise and the other one was oblivious that its play-mate was killed by a predator. "Hurry before it smells blood" he mouthed quietly flicking his tail towards the squirrel picking at a pine nut.

"Careful!" he laughed not caring about all the noise he was creating. But as he went to walk towards the tree the noise they made must've alerted the young rabbit he scented because it flew from the bushes into his path. Terror instinctivly launched forward lashing out a huge black paw claws extended and poised to land on the rabbits back. The rabbit twisted but by then it was too late and he slammed the rabbits back with such a force its spinal cord snapped sending the rabbit sailing into the dirt. He let out a triumphant yowl and bit the rabbits neck killing it swiftly. "What luck!" he laughed burying his freshly killed rabbit with their freshly killed prey and scooting up the tree after Wishingfeather. "Sorry about that, dumb rabbit, ran right in front of me!" he laughed his whiskers twitching and sat next to Wishingfeather their pelts slightly brushing. "Wow, would you look at that?" his whiskers quivered as he gazed out at the reddish-orangish sunset, the sun was glowing magnificently and it reflected off of his dark forest-green eyes. "Im glad most of the rain stopped, i thought id never see another sunset like this one!" he laughed smiling at her his green eyes soft.

(Can I crash your little moment?)

xD sure but you dont see terry Wishy will run down but yes

*Ok*

I came Bounding down towards WishingFeather before tripping over my paw "Hi WishingFeather!" I mew

"Me and my father always loved to race each other towards the river, we would throw clumps of snow at each other!" he laughed a bit remembering a time when he threw a large clump of snow and got his father by the nose. He then turned his head and began to meow his gaze filled with something "umm.. WIshingfeather, can i ask you som-" He gets cut off by the new voice and his tail lashed a little bit and he let out an exasperated sigh. "Ill stay up here" The huge black and white tom murmered quietly and he smiled a bit at Wishingfeather before turning his enchanting green gaze back towards the setting sun.

Terror quietly hopped up taller branches so he would stay hidden and blended in with the leaves of the large maple. He stared down towards the apprentice and Wishingfeather, he gazed at her a bit dreamily smiling a bit then shaking his head.

"I have a super duper awesome surprise for you!" I mew Spinning in circles estaticly

"Ok let me go get it!" I mew running over to a tree at the top of the hill and picking up a plump Mouse and running back down

The tom teetered on the slim high hanging branch. The branch let out a low groan "Uh oh" he whispered as it started to fall under his weight. It finally snapped leaving him airborne. "Ahh!" he hissed as he tumbled through branches, they stung and whipped his muzzle as he struck them while falling, he finally clutched a low hanging branch before he fell to the earth "Whoops!" he whispered laughing nervously as he tried to scramble up before he alerted the apprentice.

I looked around for a second thinking that I heard something before standing infront of WishingFeather again the mouse in my mouth