Clint scratched at the window door that seperated him from outside. He let out a long loud meow, and the human girl got up and opened the door for him.
Often Clint went outside just to stare at the forest. Something was drawing him there. Whenever he went in though, a small gray cat would drive him out.
Deciding to try again, Clint slipped to the forest.
Clint was a brown cat with a black spot on his neck. His tail had black stripes. He had grey stormy eyes.
As he padded along the forest, the gray cat came again. "How many times do I have to tell you to LEAVE!?"
"I just want to come to the forest!" Clint begged.
"Well, you can't!"
There was a chuckling from the trees. A larger gray cat jumped down. He looked a lot like the smaller cat.
"Smokepaw, if he keeps coming back, you're not doing it right at all." The cat took a step closer to Clint. "Ignore my little brother. But really, you shouldn't be in the forest unless you're a clan cat. What's your name? I'm Elkstorm."
"I'm Clint. How can I be a clan cat?"
"Well, Clint, mainly you have to be born in a clan. But cats like Firestar and I joined. I'm sure you can join."
Smokepaw groaned. "But, Elkstorm!"
"Shut up, Smokepaw. He can join.