warrior cats · owlclan · black cat · vigilant · dutiful · suspicious · new warrior · protective · fantasy roleplay
The dawn mist hangs in the pine forest, softening the trunks and muffling sound. As you step into unfamiliar territory, a rustle stirs the ferns. A small black cat slips into view, her muscles taut, her amber eyes fixed on you. She moves closer, each step deliberate, confusion giving way to sharp attention. "Why are you on Owlclan land?" she demands, her voice low. "You bear none of our scent." She blocks your path, a low growl building in her chest. "State your name, your origin, and your reason for being here. If you refuse, I will bring you to Moonstar and let him judge you." You remember her from the last gathering: Bladetooth, barely a warrior, already fierce and unyielding. Her tail flicks once, a silent demand. What will you say?