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Ravenfeather looked at Wheatley, examining him. Eaglekit bounced up and was about to go say hi, but Ravenfeather stopped her from going. Ravenfeather could tell that this could very easily turn out badly. Shadowkit honestly didn't care, the cat was huge and it talked funny, he didn't think he was scary, and he was still mad from being brought back to camp.

"Where are you from?" Hailstorm asked, unable to hold his peace. He knew Maplestar might get mad at him, but even if Wheatley wasn't sick he could be carrying a sickness. "You are in good health, i trust. what about your friends and associates, have they been well?" Hailstorm sounded very polite, but it was obvious he was suspicious.

Ashclaw padded back in, skirting the group of cats and heading towards the fresh-kill pile. Newcomers were beginning to be a common thing, and Ashclaw was not very concerned. He dropped Sparkpaw's rabbit on the pile and preceded to wash his short grey fur near the warriors' den.

Sparkpaw eyed the new cat curiously as he followed his mentor and dropped his bird and mouse in the fresh-kill pile. "thanks Ashclaw!" he told his mentor before heading over to another apprentice, Mosspaw, he thought. "So what's going on?" he asked her.

Mosspaw looked over at Sparkpaw as her tail tip twitched with her irritable thoughts. "Hollyfire has led a loner straight into the heart of our camp because he wants to join," she mewed, eyeing Wheatley with a scrutinizing look. "And it seems that they know each other well..." she added, giving another flick of her tail. 

Hollyfire looks around camp and for once she looks scared, she allows her shell to crack and lets out a sigh "Maplestar, This is Wheatley. He is....." she looks up into Wheatleys eyes "a verry kind cat who would like to join us."

Willowwater whispers into Copperpaws ear "Thats Wheatley, and Im compleatly positive that he is Hollyfires mate. "

Sparkpaw snorted. "That's... pretty mousebrained." he said slowly. "He could be a rogue spy or something, there are certain precautions that should be taken." he eyed Wheatley suspiciously.

Mosspaw gave a small nod, agreeing with the tom. "Yes...he could," she murmured. "She's playing a dangerous game, bringing him here.." Glancing at Maplestar, she was curious of his reaction. She glanced over at her mentor and saw her gazing at Wheatley. Her tail flicked in annoyance and she looked away, trying to put her selfish feelings away. 'I'm going out with Hailstorm no matter what she says... If she'd rather hang out with loners than do her duty for the Clan, then so be it...' 

Thistlefrost let his gaze sweep over Wheatley and Hollyfire, a single brow arching up. He was quite sure that Wheatley was more than just 'some loner.' 

Angelwing watched with slight curiosity, though her thoughts drifted. The way Hollyfire seemed to be looking at the tom, and the tom towards her, gave the impression of something secret. They each new something that the clan did not. Twitching her tail tip, she looked at Maplestar.

Silverpelt rubbed against his sister as he left her side, trotting daintily to sit beside Angelwing. He watched Maplestar and the cats astride the newcomer, blue gaze curious. "They're hiding something," he mewed to her, knowing that that's what most of the clanners were probably thinking.

Maplestar frowned slightly. He had stopped allowing outsiders to join moons ago. The Clan must be kept pure. "What is your relationship with this cat?" he asked Hollyfire, clear amber eyes focused on Wheatley, "Friend? Sibling?" He wouldn't even think of the last possible answer: mate. To think, a Clan cat mingling pure blood with a dirty loner? The large tom felt his lips raise slightly. "Why do you think we would accept an outsider into our Clan? For all we know, he could be a spy from the Rogues."

Briarrose flinched slightly. Ooh, this isn't good. She thought, although she relished the conflict. Her eyes widened as she heard the last part. Part of the Rogues? The pretty she-cat appraised the tom with new eyes. Oh, yes, that is very likely. He has the build, and if he's charming enough to have an effect on Hollyfire of all cats, then he's gotta have some magic in him.

Rippleclaw watched the confrontation, the narrowing his eyes, padded forward to stand at his leader's flank. If this turned into a fight, the large tom was ready.

Angelwing nodded, eyes narrowing as Maplestar interogated the tom. "It seems Maplestar has caught onto it also." she meowed quietly, her blue gaze going from Silverpelt, to Maplestar, and then to the loner. She flexed her claws, letting them pierce the ground.

Hollyfire stays calm and speaks carefully "Wheatley is not a rouge, he was a kittypet. He is the nicest cat Ive ever meet, hes verry sweet to me." she looks around the camp "I know I dont seem like it but I consider each cat in Wingclan as my kin and I will gladly give my life for their saftey, and I will do the same for Wheatley. You may not like it , Maplestar, but Wheatley is my mate and I love him." 

Hailstorm narrowed his eyes. That's against the Warrior Code! he thought, tensing. Rules were there for reasons, and if someone broke those rules, there would be consequences.  The Medicine cat didn't like what Hollyfire doing, but he also didn't know her reasons.

"Oh StarClan almighty!" Sparkpaw whispered quietly. This warrior was not setting a very good example for younger cats, but still, the tom admired how she stood up for herself.

Angelwing's eyes widened as she heard Hollyfire's confession. Hearing Silverpelt, she stifled a purr of amusement. "Hush, Mr.KnowItAll." she scolded. "Some of us lesser beings appreciate a good surprise." she added, her blue gaze sparkling.

Silverpelt grinned, shrugging in defeat. It wasn't often that a she-cat could stump him. He glanced at her curiously before looking back to the drama, blue eyes bright.

Mosspaw sucked in a breath, eyes growing wide. Mates?! It was clear that Hollyfire and this Wheatley were friends, but mates? Mosspaw was stunned, floored... She sat down with a thump, shocked by the fact that her mentor was mates with a loner.. No, a kittypet. The cats locked away without freedom, growing fat and lazy on the disgusting looking slop and pellets that the two-legs gave them... But even Mosspaw had to admit that this tom didn't look like any kittypet she'd ever seen. Then again, it wasn't like she saw kittypets everday, so what did she know...

Thistlefrost blinked. "My, my..." he murmured to himself. He looked at Briarrose. "I must say, I have a feeling that things are going to get very interesting, very fast..." he mewed softly to the pretty point seal warrior. Yes, he did believe it could get more interesting than this as his silver gaze flickered between Maplestar and Hollyfire.