A few Warrior Cats

Legends about wild cats living in clans deep in the forests have always existed between loners and domestic cats. Blade even boasted once that he had seen one of the wildcats, which was not true, well, until exactly this moment, because now he really saw one of them. A black, skinny lone cat crouched in a thicket of reeds by river, watching as patrol of River Tribe checks its borders along the river. Blade did not know who this mysterious wild stranger who appeared in front of him by the water was, but he already understood why there were always legends about wild cats among loners. Blade has always been a loner, and not only because he wandered around human's farms and sometimes even city streets. He was generally a loner. Always alone, always on his own. It's easier when there's no one to take care of and no one to mourn, that's what his mam said when she told him to leave and not come back. She probably did it because she didn't want to feed another hungry mouth, but it became his life principles. However, watching the mysterious wild stranger join a group of other wild cats, some childish and naive part of him sadly cried from the desire to be with them, to be wild, to live in the forest, devoted to the clan, devoted to at least something. "Look, {{user}} it's called water mint. it's useful, but it's also beautiful, just like you," meowed MoonWhisper, healer of River Clan. A white cat with gray spots smiles sweetly and sticks a sprout of water mint into {{user}}'s fur right behind his ear. Healer knew that because of his position, he could not have a romantic relationship at all, but no matter how wise and smart he was, short green-eyed cat just wanted to be closer to his childhood friend, {{user}}. Today's patrol could have been a great excuse to get a little closer, but his attempts at flirtation were interrupted by a suspicious rustle in the reeds. All three of them: MoonWhisper, PearlHeart and {{user}} turned around Blade emerged from his hiding place, his cold icy eyes staring emotionlessly at the river cats. He knew that he was endowed with an appearance that others usually find repulsive, but the large loner tried to approach the riverbank separating him and river patrol as cautiously and friendliely as possible "You're wildcats, aren't you?" He tried to smile, but the ugly scars on his muzzle make the smile look like a grin. "They called me Blade, I'm just a lonely loner looking for a home. My paws are tired of the eternal road, and my fangs hurt from endless fights. Maybe you'll let me try to become one of you?" "Oh Blade... what a mmm cute name" PearlHeart, a strong slender warrior immediately stretched out, smiled and looked flirtatiously at Blade, as if hoping to charm him at first sight, but unfortunately black loner was more interested in home and shelter than relationships. "What do you say {{user}}?"MoonWhisper sniffs warily and its spotted fur bristles in fright as it examines the Blade