Forever of Tranquility

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[[OOC; Sorry... It's really short. I can't concentrate with my dad watching football behind me. x.x]]

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<sub>Rat bites, scrapes, pain, infections, coughs... The white she-cat brushed against each herb as she passed it, instinctively knowing what it would heal. Or hurt, as the case may be. She paused to sniff a bush full of the infamous death berries. Even kits knew to stay away from them, some from firsthand experience. It was also about the only herb that Ivoryfeather had a name for. She had heard of some other ones: poppy seeds, marigold, yew, yarrow... She always got yew and yarrow mixed up. She knew that one could be helpful and the other was deadly, but she could never remember which name belonged to which herb. Not that it mattered; if she were given both herbs--or even only one--, she would know which was the right one.

The white she-cat ignored the herbs and instead focused on the scent of mouse that hung in the air so thickly that she could almost taste it. Breathing as softly as she could, she crouched down and stalked under some low branches of a tree. The medicine cat paused, then launched herself at the mouse. Her claws brushed through its short fur; it squeaked and fled. Excitement trilling through her veins, the white she-cat darted after it. This was what she had loved about being a loner--the hunt, and the thrill of fighting for her food when someone tried to take it. Of course, she had never been too good at hunting because of--

Oh, look at that! Before she could stop herself, she skidded to a standstill and turned around. The mouse, dummy! she thought angrily. The mushroom isn't going anywhere. Sighing, she padded over to the fungus that had caught her attention. Something about it had fascinated her a moment ago, but she couldn't remember what it was now. She checked it for medical use, and decided that it would be good to help a cat sleep. But there were other herbs that worked better than it, plus they didn't have any side effects.

Ivoryfeather flicked her tail irritably, and for the first time noticed the other cat. She stood awkwardly, feeling her pelt beginning to prickle with embarrassment. "Oh, umm," she paused, feeling very aware that, as a medicine cat, she wasn't technically supposed to hunt. "Hi, Fogdance."</sub>

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[/b] The sound of a cat’s voice echoed to her side, and she looked with subtle eyes in its direction.

"Hi, Fogdance." It was Ivoryfeather, the Medicine Cat of their Clan. The white she-cat’s pupils turned to long black slits, and for a moment, she held the look of a deadly viper. Fogdance examined the other feline. She was smaller than she was, as was most of the Clan cat’s compared to her size. But it wasn’t until now that she had gotten a good look of the Medicine Cat. She was white, like Fogdance, but her eyes were such a light blue they were a whitish gray. Fog had to admit she was a petite but beautiful cat. Though her pelt was white, it did not compare to the albino fur of Fogdance. Looking at her with snake eyes, she waited a few moment before replying.

“Hello, Ivoryfeather…” She mewed quietly, a hint of darkness in her voice. Now, what had a Medicine Cat been doing out and about for food? Was she not to be looking for herbs? Fogdance glanced at the she-cat’s what paws, which were tainted by soft gray, mouse hair caught about her claws. She eyed her suspiciously, but ignored it. She was sure every cat had an urge for hunting every blue moon. She took another pause before lying down in the shade again, her flaxen eyes slowly closing shut in an exaggerated blink, only to open again. “What were you doing with a mouse, if I may ask?”[/b] She questioned her hard gaze on the cat.

“If you ask me, vermin are of no help for herbal treatment…”[/b] She meowed. The wise she-cat looked to the feline, the hint of amusement scarce in her milky voice. But she meant no rudeness to the cat. She, too, knew of the longing every feline had in their blood to hunt, some stronger than others. She knew it from experience… But why would a Medicine Cat, who had chosen the path of peace and serenity, even want to go about hunting in the forest? Fogdance had never paid much attention to the other cats of StreamClan, and this was the first time she had actual been found by one. But Ivoryfeather had only seen to other cats in the Clan, and the white she cat had only seen her do this a few times in her den.

Briskly, the breeze blew ‘gainst their similar white coats, Fogdance’s tail twitching in admiration of the precise timing the wind always had. It was a pleasant breeze, and almost seemed to blow away the small awkwardness that was left between them. Of course, it was only awkward on account of how they had run into each other. Fogdance never enjoyed talking, and most of the others didn’t enjoy her. It was the curse of being a rogue, she assumed. Acceptance in a place so abundant of purebred warriors was hard to find. And lately, she felt banned from that sweet gift of recognition.
‘In due time, I hope… In due time.. [/ul]

[[ OOC: Oh my god, I am so sorry. I never saw the reply. D: ]]

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Ivoryfeather's icy blue eyes narrowed. Fogdance's question had rubbed her the wrong way; who was she to question what she did? Getting used to all the respect, eh? her thoughts taunted her. She ignored it. "Well, sometimes," she explained tersely, "Cats get hungry when they aren't near the camp, so they just catch a snack instead." And sometimes said snacks get away due to distracting mushrooms, she added silently. "And speaking of snacks, couldn't you use one?"

The ivory she-cat paused to examine the warrior, wondering what had brought on that comment. As far as she could tell, Fogdance seemed perfectly healthy; there was nothing to suggest she might be hungry. I wonder when cats will start to question my sanity, she thought, more amused than anything else. I really should stop doing that sort of thing.

"And, since you seem to be so curious, mice actually can be quite helpful when treating cats," she went on in an annoyed tone of voice, even though she was faintly enjoying their conversation.

((Sucky post... but I've done worse. You'll live. ))

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[/b] Ivoryfeather began, "Cats get hungry when they aren't near the camp, so they just catch a snack instead." Fogdance eyed her, a white ear twitching at her sarcasm that was hidden behind her mewls. "And speaking of snacks, couldn't you use one?" Fogdance slightly sneered at the she-cat, her stone gaze set solely on her. Her? Need food? Such nonsense she spoke of. If she was hungry, she would catch her own bloody meal. The large feline percept the other white cat before her. She wasn’t afraid to be acerbic, it seems. And secretly, that was something Fogdance admired in cats.

Her massive figure stood again, her tail lifting to the sky in a stretch as her claws unsheathed and punctured the earth. Her maw opened, revealing rows of unnaturally long and sharp teeth. But this was by no means to intimidate the other cat in the least. In fact, today was a day that Fogdance simply felt lazy. She finally replied, licking her muzzle as her mesmerizing ochroid orbs set on the she-cat. “If I needed a snack, I would’ve have caught it by now.” Her slender pupils watched the feline, a trace of nuisance in her velvety voice. She certainly did not need this cat telling her if she needed food or not. If anything, she was getting fat like those kittypets.

"And, since you seem to be so curious, mice actually can be quite helpful when treating cats." Fogdance watched her carefully, the hinted irritation transferring over to her own words. “Oh really? The only use I can think of is feeding a sickly cat.” There was an indication of curiosity in her voice, but not too much. She meowed, her eyes glancing to the rustling bushes. ‘Another mouse?’[/color] she thought, wondering if she should bring back food for the Clan. She had been out for some bit, and it would probably be a good idea. But she would wait till later. Right now was her alone time. Well, at least, it had been. Fogdance did not mind being around only a few cats, but there were not many who had her respect. But Ivoryfeather had something about her that caught her attention. She was fiery somewhere inside. A good cat to have on one’s side.

“Besides, weren’t you looking for herbs in the first place? Leaving the hunting to the warriors is best.”[/color] She mewed, looking at Ivoryfeather once again. “Or is there another reason?”[/color] She questioned, her gold eyes in wonderment. Fogdance had heard of cats who have wanted to take back their choices in the paths they chose. At once time, she herself wanted to be a Medicine Cat… But it was true. Her size was not meant for the loving, special life of such a cat. No. StarClan would not approve. She was not made to be a Medicine Cat, as much as she thought about it. But could it be possible Ivoryfeather wanted something else? Her face showed nothing of the idea, and whenever Fogdance had seen her about, she seemed content with her job.

What a silly thought to have conjured up. Ivoryfeather chose the path of a Medicine Cat because she wanted to. But Fogdance couldn’t help but wonder what it would have been like if she had asked to be a Medicine Cat. A thought struck her, and she realized partially why she wouldn’t. Someday, she wanted to have kits of her own… Yes, that had been the reason why she didn’t choose to be a Medicine Cat. She wanted to have the chance to fall in love, even if it ended badly. With such a tough surface, most cats of the Clan would never think of her secret dreams of wanting kits. But whenever she had seen a Queen with her kits, she longed for the same thing. And suddenly, she pondered if Ivoryfeather had known what she gave up when choosing her path. Maybe she didn’t even want kits.. [/ul]

[[ OOC: Lol it’s fine. I might have a panic attack, though. xP ]]

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“If I needed a snack, I would’ve have caught it by now.” Ivoryfeather chose not to continue arguing with the warrior regarding her eating habits. She found it often worked best just to move on with the conversation when her internal dialogue suddenly stopped being internal. "Of course," she said pleasantly, for once without a trace of sarcasm in her voice.

“Oh really? The only use I can think of is feeding a sickly cat.” The medicine cat bobbed her head in a cheerful, almost kit-like way, revealing how young she was; she was just over the age of an apprentice. "Yup! Gotta feed cats. No matter what wonderful herbs you have, no food and you're a gonner." She smiled cheekily, her tail tip twitching happily.

“Besides, weren’t you looking for herbs in the first place? Leaving the hunting to the warriors is best.” Her ear swiveled around at the sound of a mouse in a bush behind her. She had to admit, it did smell delicious... she shook away that thought. Fogdance was right, medicine cats didn't hunt. Still, she couldn't help but glance to the side. She expected a rustling bush to catch her eye, but instead found herself looking at that same strange mushroom. Mushrooms, not mice, her lip curled up in silent amusement as she turned back to Fogdance. No, the life of a warrior--hunting and such--wasn't for her.

“Or is there another reason?” "Another reason?" the medicine cat echoed, her blue eyes meeting the other cat's golden ones. "Another reason for my being out? Or trying to catch a mouse?" It annoyed her to no end that she had to say she was trying to catch mice rather than catching them. I'm out of practice, she thought, then corrected herself. No, hunting isn't my problem anymore. I can't get out of practice at something if I never do it.

((Quoting the talking part helps tons. And using two blockquotes xD. You'll probably have lots of panic attacks over the course of this thread.))

[Kisa]

Luna's fur grew cold without the light's gentle touch. She had been creeping in the undergrowth since she had gotten up, just trying to memorize the Clan territory. She was positive StreamClan didn't need a warrior who couldn't even remember the area, but every pawstep hurt. Not the kind of pain you get when you step on a thorn - more like when you fall and get struck by a large rock straight through the chest, piercing your heart and letting the life slowly flow out of you. That kind of pain.

Her jade eyes flashed warily. She smelled something, but she was too far away to tell exactly what. The leaves brushed her spine as she glided forward, belly barely touching the grass beneath her. She moved slowly, as if in a dream, which was unusual for her, considering her speed. She didn't care. She didn't come to hunt. It suddenly struck her she hadn't come to explore either. Then what was she doing here? She couldn't say. It was as if her paws had become possessed and were carrying her effortlessly. She gave in and let them take her.

The leaves above her opened up some and the sunlight set her pelt to sparkling. She curled up and let her mind drift away...She remembered Wolfclaw as if he were still alive. She was sure he had some friends in the Clan who now hated her for taking him away and throwing him in Death's dark torrent. Maybe by helping the Clan, they would forgive her. Or maybe she would kill them. After all, her mother, father, and mate would be alive if she hadn't intervened in their fate. Love had left her life. She had no home. She'd never had a home. Never had a friend, save Wolfclaw. But now wasn't the time for self-pity. She'd heard talk of a prophecy, though whether it had been fulfilled or just discovered, she couldn't say. She saw lonely cats - ones in pain - and she felt a deep pull to help them. Especially one in particular. She drew herself up and locked her determined gaze on the path in front of her. One more life may have drawn to a close, but hers remained. She had it in her paws to make others happier or to make them miserable, just as most every cat does. She walked forward - faster than she had done to get this far, but not running - and let the wind guide her away.

Before long she saw a warrior and a medicine cat talking - both StreamClan. She calmly sat down and contemplated making her presence known. She didn't want it to appear that she was eavesdropping - she couldn't hear a word that was said anyway - but she had never really considered herself one of the Clan. She got closer can identified the warrior as Fogdance - one of the more lonely types. It struck her that all the cats had white coats, but Luna's was streaked with silver. She chuckled softly to herself before moving on. She came close to them and dipped her head respectfully. "Hello, I'm Luna. I don't believe I've formally introduced myself to either of you before." She looked up slightly, eyes pulsing with a longing to be accepted and a glimmer of the fear that she'd be sent away.

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Sorry about the short post. I'm not used to making long posts, but this is DEFINITELY better than the other stuff I've done. x3

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<sub>Ivoryfeather's head whipped away from the warrior at the sound of an unfamiliar voice. Her claws flicked out momentarily, then back in the next moment and her blue eyes flashed. Her first thought was, Invader! Attack! But she quickly controlled herself, and her flash of aggression subsided. Medicine cat, remember? She glanced at the other StreamClan she-cat--the one who was a warrior--to see her reaction.

"No, I don't believe we have," she stated bluntly. She didn't remember ever having seen this cat before. Wait, no... there was something vaguely familiar about her. Maybe she'd trespassed before. Without further delay, she continued. "But introductions can wait. Who are you, why are you on StreamClan territory, and what do you want?"

The she-cat noticed, with a bit of surprise, that her voice was becoming less aggressive of its own accord. Good, she thought. Maybe this way she'll believe me when she finds out I'm the medicine cat. And that I don't fight. She wondered how much this she-cat knew about the Clans. It was possible that she had just stumbled into StreamClan territory accidentally. It was always good to give cats the benefit of the doubt, although Ivoryfeather had never considered herself to be softhearted.

But somehow she got the feeling that this cat knew exactly why she shouldn't be there. Perhaps it was something in the way she spoke or her body language. It didn't matter. After the initial shock of being snuck up on by a strange cat, she found that she didn't really care that she was trespassing. Maybe it was the loner in her, or even the kittypet, even though she was only a kittypet by blood.

Dumb old Smokey, she thought, bitterly remembering her senile uncle. Almost instantly she felt a pang of remorse. Smokey had never been bad to her. Sure, he'd been pretty boring, and he was obsessed with finding his two older siblings, whose names were Socks and Scraps. By that time, Ivoryfeather was certain that anyone older than Smokey was long dead, but he wouldn't listen. At least his doomed pursuit of his siblings had given her a premise on which to leave home. After a fairly short time as a loner, she had found StreamClan and became the medicine cat.</sub>

((You two are insane. ))

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[/b] She was right, Fogdance had to admit. She gave a small nod in acknowledgment to her witty answer. Fog assumed it was an ideal statement; food could be the best remedy for one’s pains at times. While sitting, her head whipped back quickly, her elegant neck stretching to reach the far side of her left shoulder, pricking some sort of bug free from her faultless pelt. She hated bugs. She hated anything that got in her fur, really.

"Another reason?" Fogdance eyed the direction of the mouse’s actions, her slitted eyes quickly returning to the other white, blue-eyed she-cat. "Another reason for my being out? Or trying to catch a mouse?" She paused, staring at the femme skeptically, her eyes skewed as fragments of sunlight twittered on her face, the long green palm tree leaves cutting the incandescent ball into slices of radiance. The sun was high, but in due time it would take to its throne far from the moon’s waning light.

“A reason for both, I suppose. You came out here to hunt for herbs, yet your mind seems preoccupied with something else…”[/b] She mewed, watching the feline carefully. Something about the she-cat made Fogdance wonder how she would react had she been more familiar with the gold-eyed cat. Their encounter was obviously something else unexpected and Fogdance simply wanted to be alone to herself. Yet far back in the reaches of her mind, her thoughts, the idea of company was a somewhat pleasant one.

"Hello, I'm Luna. I don't believe I've formally introduced myself to either of you before."

As soon as the bushes trembled, the other silver tabby revealed herself. Instantly and controlled only by instinct, Fogdance jutted from her position, falling in front of Ivoryfeather in a fighting stance after she finished speaking to the other feline. The unnaturally large feline’s guard hairs were up, dipped in sunlight like newly sharpened knives. Her white claws unsheathed, slamming into the somewhat moist ground. She had been taught, even in her Rogue days, to never allow an intruder to harm or come near anyone higher in status that you. And Ivoryfeather was in fact the Medicine Cat- someone who was much needed.

A low, menacing growl rumbled throughout her throat, escaping between parted jaws. “It matters not,” she spat, her deep amber eyes glaring darkly at the other cat. She may have been a rogue herself, but she still knew the unwritten codes amongst comrades. And whether or not she knew Ivoryfeather like a sister or a Clanmate, she would give her life for her. It was how all warriors should think when defending another. Or, at least, that’s how Fogdance saw it. A slithering hiss escaped her maw, her nose crinkling in response.

She felt that anger, that aggression, that she had always learned to hide away but knew it was always there, lingering. And it was beginning to seep to the surface. Fogdance did not recognize the cat, and probably wouldn’t as she came to StreamClan still young, and was never known amongst otherwise, and vice-versa. “If you do not smell of a StreamClan- or any Clan at that- you have no business in our territory…”[/b] She growled, her white tail lashing reluctantly behind her. She was sure to stay a distance between the two without having her rump all up in Ivoryfeather’s face.

It seems old, bellicose defending habits die hard.[/ul]

[[ OOC: I know. It makes me feel like I took more time on the post.. How am I insane..? xD
It’s a good post Kisa. <3 ]]

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"No, I don't believe we have," Ivoryfeather stated bluntly. "But introductions can wait. Who are you, why are you on StreamClan territory, and what do you want?" Luna opened her mouth to explain, but was promptly cut off.

Fogdance jutted from her position, falling in front of Ivoryfeather in a fighting stance after she finished speaking. A low, menacing growl rumbled throughout her throat, escaping between parted jaws. “It matters not,” she spat, her deep amber eyes glaring darkly at Luna.“If you do not smell of a StreamClan- or any Clan at that- you have no business in our territory…”

Luna looked at the two cats with pure fear. Her white-and-silver fur clung to her delicate frame as her light green eyes were locked on Fogdance's stance. She stared shaking with fear at the sight of the two. "Your own Clanmantes...Luna, if you don't earn a place here, you'll never have a home. Like you ever did to begin with...[/b][/i] She cleared the doubts out of her head and sat. She held her head low, ears flattened against her head. Her body was still trembling, no matter how hard she tried to make it stop for even a second.

"Please, don't do anything to me. I'm new to StreamClan. I came to your Clan not even a moon ago. I don't believe I've had any conversations with any of the warriors, though, and I'm not familiar at all with the territory, so I came to try to memorize it. Otherwise, I'd be useless in battle."
She paused for a few seconds and her eyes flashed warily, as if debating what to say next, but they closed and she continued.

"I was also Wolfclaw's mate until he...he died, but he was a StreamClan warrior until he decided to come with me."[/b] After this, her eyes opened up and she held the gazes of the other two with a countenance of grief and determination.

[OOC: Thanks, but Kisa still says it ish crappy. =P Like this one. *glomp* After today's events, I didn't feel like writing, but I really needed to reply after being gone.]

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Ivoryfeather's tail twitched in surprise when Fogdance stepped in front of her. She felt her fur begin to bristle. She didn't need to be protected like some stupid kit! Sure, she was young, but she wasn't completely helpless. It took a heartbeat for her to understand what Fogdance was actually doing. She felt a surge of warmth toward the she-cat. No matter how prickly her tongue was, Fogdance would never abandon any cat in StreamClan. That was the first time Ivoryfeather had felt that she truly trusted a cat. The two she-cats may not have been friends per say, but she knew that if she ever needed a cat to guard her back few would be better than the white warrior who now stood in front of her.

However, in that particular case she didn't need help. The she-cat, although a trespasser, clearly wasn't a threat. The medicine cat padded toward her, pausing when she was directly beside Fogdance. As she walked, she gave the warrior a casual flick with her tail tip. Calm down, she thought.

"Please, don't do anything to me. I'm new to StreamClan. I came to your Clan not even a moon ago. I don't believe I've had any conversations with any of the warriors, though, and I'm not familiar at all with the territory, so I came to try to memorize it. Otherwise, I'd be useless in battle."
"You say you came less than a moon ago?" Ivoryfeather echoed, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. "Vastflame let you join? I wonder, then, why I've never seen you before. I would imagine that if there were a new Clan cat, Vastflame would have announced it, or at least told his medicine cat." Her ears flattened halfway and she stared sternly at her. How dare this cat lie to her? "I don't believe 'Luna' is a Clan name, either."

"I was also Wolfclaw's mate until he...he died, but he was a StreamClan warrior until he decided to come with me."
Ivoryfeather thought back. Yes, she remembered a Wolfclaw, but mostly because of the fuss it had caused when he left. Which hadn't been much, considering that back then most cats had still been adjusting to Clan life, seeing if it was right for them. "So that's why he ran off," she mused, not sounding bothered at all. "But just because your former mate was a StreamClan warrior doesn't give you the right to go prancing around on our territory."

((You're insane because your "short" posts are a mile long. xP))

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[/color][/b] Fogdance spat. Her burning yellow eyes were intent on the intruder, never leaving her once. "You say you came less than a moon ago?" Fogdance looked over at Ivoryfeather as she spoke. "Vastflame let you join? I wonder, then, why I've never seen you before. I would imagine that if there were a new Clan cat, Vastflame would have announced it, or at least told his medicine cat." Fogdance nodded in agreement.

"I don't believe 'Luna' is a Clan name, either."

’Exactly.’[/color] thought Fogdance angrily. "So that's why he ran off. But just because your former mate was a StreamClan warrior doesn't give you the right to go prancing around on our territory." The large white cat was still glaring sharply at the unfamiliar cat. Her hairs were still on end, and she was not comfortable with her here. Even in a Clan where she did not feel completely right, her loyalty was still as fierce as the ancestors of LeopardClan. And Fogdance knew this was possible. If Firestar had been a cat of legend for his loyalty, strength and wisdom then so could she.

“If you really belonged to our Clan, surely our Medicine Cat would have seen you about.” Her voice was rigid and menacing. This female’s story didn’t exactly fit together. It was hard for Fogdance to find any sympathy for this creature. Though she had been a rogue herself, her case was far different. “And if, as you say, you really were the mate of Wolfclaw, then I assume you would have some sort of idea of the Clans, no?” She paused, allowing the passing silence to bring some sort of soothing song of wind to settle the rising hostility that was in Fogdance. “Our borders must have gave you some sort of idea of the term ‘do not cross’. she growled.

Fogdance was becoming irritated with the whole situation, and was, in fact, now looking forward to learning a thing or two about Ivoryfeather instead. Even if she did not know the herbal cat or any of her fellow clanmates well, their safety was her priority. Though some could not see it, Fogdance was a strong cat who was solid in her beliefs. “Ivoryfeather…” she whispered in her ear. ”I do not think we should bother Vastflame about this. I do not recognize her scent, nor do I think she belongs here… But at the same time, she shows no real threat. I am unsure of what we should do.” Fogdance meowed.

And it was true. She had never been in a situation such as this. As a warrior, her duty was to protect the Clan. And being the Medicine Cat, Ivoryfeather’s life was vital in times such as this. Then again, all life in her Clan was important. Nonetheless, she stood there perfectly still. Even if this cat was no threat, an intruder was still an intruder.

Her mind still wanted to wander elsewhere, such as the thought of the coming Gathering. It wouldn’t be for some time, it seemed, but still the possible idea of her going was something she was looking forward to. She needed something new in her life!

[[ OOC: Oh… rofl. Sorry it took me so long! I began re-reading the series,
so my Warriors juice is pumped! <3 ]]

[[ Short post, short post, short post… *Dies* ]]

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“Your story makes no sense. If you ask me, I think you’re simply lying to us.”
It did sound like a lie. But why would she make up a lie as stupid and pathetic as her story? Any cat in StreamClan, if not every cat in the forest, would instantly know that it was completely bogus. Unless it isn't, she thought, shaking her head and examining the she-cat through narrowed eyes. Recently she had been hoping for some excitement; was this really the worst the forest could do? A scrawny little liar?

“If you really belonged to our Clan, surely our Medicine Cat would have seen you about.” Ivoryfeather let the warrior keep talking. Her arguments were quite convincing, and the medicine cat could find nothing to add. “And if, as you say, you really were the mate of Wolfclaw, then I assume you would have some sort of idea of the Clans, no? Our borders must have gave you some sort of idea of the term ‘do not cross’"

The medicine cat hid a smile. Although she hadn't done a very good job of calming down, Ivoryfeather liked Fogdance's style. The she-cat could be prickly herself at times, but Fogdance made her seem sweet. There was something she admired about cats who spoke plainly.

“Ivoryfeather… I do not think we should bother Vastflame about this. I do not recognize her scent, nor do I think she belongs here… But at the same time, she shows no real threat. I am unsure of what we should do.”
It was decision time. What should she do with her? Her pelt tingled as she realized that she could do whatever she wanted. Vastflame might be annoyed if she didn't consult him, but there was nothing he could really do to her, seeing as they were equals. Part of her wanted to chase the she-cat away just because she could. She paused to think it through. If her story was true, it meant that she had already taken one of StreamClan's warriors. She'd already had a chance to join, but had decided to remain a loner, and now she was coming crawling back to beg for a place to stay. She clearly only cared about herself. Could she be trusted to defend StreamClan at all costs?

Ivoryfeather glanced at the cat crouched in the dirt. If she was lying... well, her story made no sense. Only a crazy cat would think that someone--much less a whole Clan of cats--would believe it. If that was the case, then she was no use to StreamClan. Ivoryfeather didn't believe in charity; she'd spent too long humoring her father to have much pity for the slightly insane. "I don't know..." she whispered back. "Regardless of whether she's telling the truth or lying, I don't see how she could be much use to StreamClan."

When she looked back at Luna again, she was almost glaring. "Assuming you're telling the truth," she said, sounding like that was about the last thing she thought, "You already abandoned StreamClan. You had a choice, and you chose to live as a loner. Not only that, but you convinced one of our warriors to leave with you. And now you expect us to welcome you? How can we expect you to be loyal and not run off when the going gets tough or it's more convenient for you? Give me one reason why I should let you join StreamClan." Her answer would determine whether she would take her to Vastflame or drive her off.