Talk:The Clearing/@comment-24317997-20130802065442

Phantom padded into the clearing, noticing a lot of paw prints scattered all over the place. Breathing heavily, he looked up to see a few cats. "Hey, someone come here. I'm here to join." He was determined, determined to get revenge for his family and friends' deaths, and he was going to take it on NightClan.

He heard about DeathClan and how they were bitter enemies with NightClan, and how their leader became rivals with the other clans, and he realized that it was the best way to make him calm. He realized that they might not accept him for how he appeared to be- dried blood on his muzzle from when he nuzzled the wounds of his dead friends, the crazed, clouded stare in his green gaze, the ruffled, muddy fur. Phantom didn't care. He stopped caring after the incident.

"Let me join." He repeated. A flash of the crippled body of his friend filled up his mind, and he gasped in mental pain. Closing his eyes, he forced the thought away and looked back at the cats. "Please."