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Your nose to fixated to the ground, trying to pick up the fresh scent of rabbit. You don't realise that you're on Clans' territory,
and that there could be a patrol nearby watching every move you make. Since you don't know about this, you're not thinking
about it.
You soon pick up a rabbit scent, it's presence not far from where you are crouched. You slowly and ever so quietly stalk
through the golden heather, your tail down and eyes fixed on your kill. All of a sudden, a flash of tabby fur ebbs at your
attention, and you whip around, eyes widened with fear and confusion.
"What are you doing on WindClan territory?" A feminine voice growls from behind you.
You leap with surprise, and turn around. A light brown tabby she-cat with large amber eyes is staring at you, her tail
lashing, she is obviously expecting a reply.
"Whatever you're doing here, leave now. There isn't enough prey to go around to loners like you." She hissed, baring
her yellow teeth.
"Silentstep, calm down."
A black tom slithers out of the heather, and faces you, his green eyes seem more welcoming.
"Greetings, traveller. I'm Nightstar, leader of WindClan. You seem like a wealthy young cat, would you like to join
WindClan? You would be expected to fight and hunt for the Clan, but that doesn't seem like anything you haven't
been doing already."
You've heard of the Clans' before, from stories told by other cats, and your mother who would always tell you
extraordinary adventures that Clan cats have endured. This was your chance, your once and only chance, to live
the adventures that many ancient cats' lived.
Will you join WindClan?
Or continue on your journey as a rouge?
