All you see are ghosts (Open)

[ghostcry]

In the falling hours of twilight, the sky overhead was a gentle purple, the sky sinking into the west, leaving bloody streaks in it's path. So much blood everywhere in these days, it even seemed to stain the sky. A gentle fog rolled in with the evening, blanketing the ground and climbing up the trees like a sentient being trying to reach the upper branches. To assert themselves as "different" from the rest.

The pale, dark spotted she cat stopped at the base of a large tree and sighed wearily, perching among the thing, twisting roots of the old oak, letting the cool mist sink into her fur. Ghost was a loner, she had been one since birth, and ever since the massacre of her family, she had been alone, wandering the streets. She had gained wisdom over the years, wisdom that could only be accquired through years of the "hard knock life", scavenging scraps to keep herself fed, fighting off... well, the only thing she had to compete with were dogs, rats, and twolegs. Normally, other loners would have been an issue- or companions, but ever since they came, she was the only cat around.

She recalled the bloodshed of her family dying, and how the rest of the loners and house cats that she had so mercilessly bled information of to those strangers, had been picked off one by one. She had, hidden away for the blunt of it, been spared, but for the past few years, there was no another feline in sight. She knew the cats who killed everyone were still there- they had to be alive, and so she was always on the lookout for them. She had always heard stories of cats living wild in these woods, but she didn't believe it. And yet, why was she here? Curosity? To warn them of danger? Or, if they were as wild as she had been told, was she just sick of the loner life, and heading toward her own death?

[Harmonypaw]

Harmonypaw

Her hazel eyes watched the new comer through the fog that was setting in. She flicked her ears forward letting her senses tell her of her surroundings. She was an apprentice, newly apprenticed, still hadn't had much training, and yet she was out here...alone. She knew she shouldn't be but she had an itch of curiosity about her. A desire to know more than she was told. She flicked her tail lightly knowing she was well hidden in the fog. She opened her mouth to draw scent in over her tongue but not much was discernible through the damp fog that hung over the area, climbing the trees, forcing them into hiding. She didn't know if she should run back to camp and warn her clanmates or see what this cat wanted herself. She didn't want to leave the cat in their territory alone...without someone watching her. She could steal their prey. She had never seen a loner before, the elders said they had mostly left or died out, so this was all new to her and it made her itch all the more with curiosity. At that moment Harmonypaw made her decision. She rose to her paws and glided forward on confident, elegant paws. She kept her claws sheathed but wasn't afraid to fight, though she didn't know much. She would give her life to protect her clan.

"Who are you? And what are you doing on Thunderclan territory?" She asked calmly her hazel eyes flashing with slight fear. She wasn't mousebrained. She knew this cat could over turn her and kill her if she wanted, but she wasn't about to run, not now that she'd exposed herself. Her mind flashed with the possibilities of being discovered here, as an untrained apprentice, with a loner. She forced the thoughts from her mind, as she waited for a reply form the she-cat before her. Her paws were beginning to feel moist from her trek through the woods and now standing in this Starclan forsaken fog. Her tail tip twitched back and forth quickly as if counting away the seconds. If a fight broke out she would have to fight...with only her instincts. Hopefully they were close enough to camp that if she yowled loud enough SOMEONE would hear her. She again pushed the thoughts from her mind. She was an Apprentice of Thunderclan. The greatest clan around the lake. And she wouldn't let anyone beat her. No matter what. But first she needed to see what this cat wanted. Perhaps she had merely wandered here, unable to tell where she was in the fog. Perhaps she would apologize and leave.