It is not the claws on the cat that make a cat a cat, but the spirit that cat has.
-Unknown.

"Hello. We've been watching you for a few days now.." An elegant looking she-cat mewed, leaping down from the trees and circling around you. Looking you up and down, studying you. She came to a pause infront of you, claws flexing as they unsheathed. "Hm. I think this is the one. How would you like to join our clan?" She asked, her head high as she looked at you, tail waving back and forth in anticipation. "It is getting dark. We'll be back tomorrow for your answer."

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The sun rose, and the clan had already awakened before then. The group from earlier trotted to the place they met you, the same elegant she-cat sitting down as you hesitantly approached. Her eyes lit up and a pleased purr rumbled in her throat. As she dipped her head and bounded off, you close behind. "Welcome, to Ashclan." Her head high in confidence, she led you in.