Sounds good, let's RP then! ^^
Silas led the newest member of LeafClan into camp, Lathe trotted from behind- trying his best to show his respect towards Silas. The LeafClan leader wondered why this Loner was treating him so, they barely knew each other and he'd never even met Lathe in his life. Perhaps it's the fact that i have taken him in...Yes- that's probably it. But his identity fits the description of the stranger rouge that entered the mountain. I wonder if-, "I presume this is the entrance, what a lovely clan you have Silas. Thank you kindly..." Lathe disappeared into the camp, leaving Silas standing there- silent. He shook his head, "Uh- yeah, make yourself at home." The Brute followed the white-colored Loner inside and pricked his ears. The day had been warm and forgiving but the dark nights seemed cold and the stars set ablaze against the royal blue sky and shined brilliantly. Silas sighed, he could see his breath. He was greatful for the light of this Full Moon as he padded up onto a stone boulder that stood next to his den- the dark black brute sucked in a bit of air and his lungs expanded greatly. His fur shone against the stars like ebony, and Silas let out a proud howl that called to the pack "Pack meeting..." Lathe half smiled, he turned back around towards his new leader.
"What does that dog want now?" Groaned an elderly she-wolf. White tufts of fur clung to her pelt, her muzzle had a silver tint from age, and scars criss-crossed her body and face. The old thing seemed pathetic and scrawny, but her golden eyes still showed the tint of two small wildfires and glowed fiercly like they had when she was young and reckless. Her left ear was torn in half, and her right eye was scarred as well as covered by a thin film so that she could not see from that eye. The she-wolf narrowed her eyes, she was once very beautiful but time had changed her appearances so that she was more fragile. She trembled terribly from the arthritis in three of her legs, and wrinkles sagged from her belly and cheeks. The she-wolf seemed very unpleasent, she was missing many of her teeth and so, numerous times the apprentices had to regurgitate her meals for her. But she was not totally helpless, she told stories to the pups and taught them wisdom. She hated those who pitied her, and didn't always accept the help given to her. Her body shook but she ignored the pain as she made her way below Silas to listen to his words, half limping.






