"I'm Mystic." She replied calmy to the cat, her eyes filled with curiosity. She was one of those cats with a brain filled with knolwdge, yet she was secretive, whicky, and joyful. A mix of a StarClan cat and just about the happiest cat you've ever seen. True, she knew about StarClan, but as far as she knew, she had no family in StarClan. Just in the place where rogues and kittypets and loners go; to the Forebidden Forest. "I didn't know others lived here again?" She asked.
Blisspaw raced up to Owlpaw, catching her breath as she panted, hard. "Sorry! I'd almost forgot! I just ditched my mentor to come here!"
Skyshadow flicked her ears as she heard Crowheart. "Gathering? We're going to a Gathering tonight? I though we chose not to go, both us and DarkClan. It would only lead to another war.
((Who told Nightstar about SunClan? I forgot!))
Brightleaf sighed, then walked over to Skyshadow, having nothing to do.
Deathfang swallowed, the juicy squirrel running down his throat as he grinned evily. Sadly, the squirrel he'd caught was still alive, only with no leg. He was torturing his prey, keeping it alive while ripping the poor thing apart. You could even here tiny shreiks from the squirrel as he chewed. He was in SunClan territory now, but he didn't care.