Making His Way

[Dagger]

Dagger padded into the shadeclan camp, thinking it was best for him to come here. He sighed heavily as he moved, his head lowered close to the ground to take in the scents of the place. He smelled other cats, and realized he probably would not be walking alone for much longer. 'Great.' He thought sarcastically to himself, but shook it off. He knew he would have to meet some felines if he was about to join a clan. He sighed once again, leaping up into a tree to lay on a branch. He licked his sore paw, silently cursing the thorn bush that'd caught him on the way here. One of its thorns was lodged deeply into the bottom of his left forepaw, and it didn't help that he'd continued to walk on it even after he'd gotten it in there. He'd always had a high-tolerance for pain, but now that he was trying to get it out again, it hurt more and he just continued to lick it. 'Stupid thing. I swear nature's out to get me.' He thought to himself again. He lay up in the tree for a good while, pausing every once and a while to look around when he heard something, but most times it was just the wind. As he lay there, his black pelt and half-closed eyes camoflagued him into the leaves and the branches of the trees. He kept very silent, as usual, and was sure no one would spot him unless they followed his scent. He couldn't say he cared too much at the moment, however, and decided he would wait for someone to find him instead of going to search for someone. Yeah, right, he never did that anyway. He continued to lick his sore paw, ignoring the shooting pains it sent through his leg, and simply.. waited.

[Running Wolf]

A gray shape padded into camp with a rabbit dragging in her mouth. She went over to the fresh-kill pile and dropped it, then went and sat in the clearing alone.

[Dagger]

The black figure looked up from his paw again, this time hearing the padding of another feline. Bright golden eyes peered through the tree branches and leaves to see who it was and spotted a grey female. She appeared to hold authority, hence he suspected she was his leader. Giving a brief sigh, he lifted himself and lept from his perch, again ignoring the shooting pain it gave him when he landed on his forepaws. He meowed briefly to the feline in the clearing, his left forepaw lifted off the ground a bit as he sat and watched her. He meowed once more, making sure he got her attention and waited in silence.

[Running Wolf]

The gray she-cat turned her head and padded to the Black tom.
"Yes?" she moewed.

[Dagger]

Dagger sat in silence, his golden chasms following the she-cat as she approached him. "Greetings, miss, I thought I should introduce myself since I was planning on residing here. I am Dagger." He meowed, dipping his head to her lightly.

[Burning Falcon]

Hearing the commotion, Tigerstripe padded over. "We don't need you! This is ShadeClan territory, you stupid tom!" she hissed, fur bristling. "We don't want another Shadowheart incident!"

Whitefoot flicked his tail in annoyance. "Tigerstripe, calm yourself."

The deputy hissed and allowed her claws to rest on the dirt. She knew Whitefoot was right, but she didn't want a rogue to get in the way of her plans.

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[Breezy]

Hearing all the commotion outside, Silverflower stepped carefully out of her den. Shaking some loose dust off her coat, she eyed the newcomer, before noticing the thorn lodged into his paw.
Um, Wolfstar?
She asked timidly,
Should I remove that thorn?
She indicated Dagger's paw with her own.

[Burning Falcon]

(Do you want Silverflower to be the ShadeClan Medicine Cat?)

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[Breezy]

[Burning Falcon]

(Who said she was...?)

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[Breezy]

[Wolfstar]

[Dagger]

[yes, Wolfstar said Silverflower was the med cat.]

Dagger looked over as two other felines entered the area. 'Great, more of them.' He thought and then sighed heavily. He listened as the first yelled at him, stifling a growl. There was no sense in losing his temper. "Excuse me, but I believe that is your leader's decision to make. If she does not want me here, I will leave." He told her calmly. Golden chasms shifted over to the tom that'd come with her, but he said nothing to him. He glanced at the first cat, who he now heard was Tigerstripe and kept his composure. He was emotionless, so he showed no emotion. His black ears flickered as he heard yet another feline entering the area. 'Why is it that I always seem to attract attention?' He thought to himself, shaking his head lightly. But then he heard the newest she-cat ask if she could get the thorn out of his paw and he looked at her, slightly confused. 'Why does she want to help me? Even if she is the medicine cat..' He wondered in silence. Dagger lifted his paw, studying the thorn lodged deeply into his pad. No one ever cared if he lived or died, or if he got hurt, so he was right to wonder why that had suddenly changed. He lowered his paw again, his expression still showing nothing as he glanced between the third cat that'd joined them and the leader he'd heard was named Wolfstar. He would have very much appreciated the removal of this thorn, but he wasn't going to say that. "It's fine, miss, it doesn't hurt.. You don't have to help me." He told the medicine cat quietly. It was partly true actually; he hardly felt the pain, but it did hurt and he did want it out. The male then looked off to the right, growing silent again, his golden eyes hinting at a pain that came from within. The scar below his left eye is more obvious now that he's turned the left side of his face to the group. He sighed heavily and looked at nothing in particular, waiting for whatever came next.

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[Running Wolf]

"Tigerstripe, calm down!" Wolfstar snapped at her deputy. You are wlecome here. Meet me in my den." Wolfstar meowed to Dagger.
"When I'm done talking with him, you may help him, Silverflower." Wolfstar meowed.

[Burning Falcon]

(Please tell me then, Wolfstar, so I can change things!)

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[Running Wolf]

((Silverflower was supposed to tell you, but ill sent you a msg when something changes.