Fingers Crossed (Open)

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((I just realized that every thread that's not in a specific area in Thunderclan was started by me. ))

The sun was at it's peek in the sky once again, giving little warmth to those who'd ventured out into the snow. A dark brown tabby padded trough the leafless forest, twigs crunching beneath his paws as he went.

His mission-convince a partol of Thunderclan cats to let him into their camp. He'd failed to do so to the small Shadowclan patrol, but his spirits weren't down. He'd go to every clan if he had to-he knew this was what he had to do.

He'd join a clan. Become a warrior. Learn the warrior code. Help elders and kits. Hunt for the sake of his friends and family. Everything would be perfect... once he could convince one of the leaders to let him join.

"Let's see... Thunderclan is the clan that usually takes in outsiders who need a home... Riverclan occationally takes in outsiders... Windclan would probably let me join for the sake of more cats... And Shadowclan? Foxdung to them! They wouldn't know a wonderful alli if one hit them in the-" Suddenly, the tom fell to the ground, snow shoving against his face. "Ow..." he muttered as he got to his paws.

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The orange and white warriors' paws walked through the glistening snow, leaving a trail. Foxflight's fur was puffed up to keep out the nipping cold as he continued the solitary border patrol. He liked the way the cool air cleared his thoughts away and allowed him to actually think with a bunch of junk in the way.

He sighed and then looked around. A suspicious scent met his nose and immediately his fur stood on end. It was an intruder! A low hiss escaped him, but he made sure to not be loud. Finding the scent trail, he began to go after the tom that had dared to venture into his home lands.

Mumbling from afar met his ears as he pricked them and then it said 'ow'. Then the tom was a few leaps away and he stopped. The tom had his back to Foxflight, but he'd get his attention very quickly. "It seems even the snow will defend this territory from trespassers," he meowed with a hint of a growl.

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Simba's ears pricked and he turned with great haste to see who had spoken to him. The tom had never been so happy to see a Thunderclan cat calling him an intruder. He raced over to the newcomer.

Grinning from ear to ear, he shook off some of the snow and straigtened himself up. "Thank goodness your here!" he cried happily. "I need you to take me to your camp-I have a proposition for your leader!"

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The way the intruder reacted confused him. The tom ran at him, not away or with a terrified look over his shoulder. Foxflight took a step back as Simba stopped right in front of him grinning like he was mad. This was not how he expected this to go. His tail flicked wildly as he listened to Simba.

Foxflight had never seen a cat so happy to meet a cat it didn't know. What he took in from the tom, made all the more reason for him to give a confused expression towards Simba. "Er, you want me to take you into the camp? What kind of proposition is this? It better be good or I don't see the point of revealing it to you," he meowed.

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"Well, I suppose you'll have to wait to hear it when I'm telling it to your leader. It's nothing bad, I assure you," he said hoping that would be enough to persuade the tom. Probably not, but it didn't hurt to try.

The way the Thunderlan cat didn't push that thought aside and continue to act rusely towards him lit a flare of hope in his heart. Perhaps this would work. Perhaps.

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Foxflight was totally for anything to help his clan, but a loner just waltzing up like this for a propostion for his leader disturbed him. Yes, he didn't give a fox-dung about his leader's actions, but when it came to affecting his clan he became defensive. What did this loner really want? Acceptance into the clan? If that was it, he had better be an amazing cat.

At the loner's pressuring, Foxflight took a step towards him. His ears lowered a bit. "Why are you so pushy? Nevermind, I'll take you, but one false step and you're out of here before you can say mousebile," he said. He gave one last long gaze towards the tom, then began to walk in the direction of camp, swishing his tail to let him know to follow. He may be taking him to camp, but he'd take the most confusing route imaginable so as not to give their position away to some loner.