Arrival (Open to all but Iron and Member and others bent on killing Silverpelt)

A silver she-cat emerges from outside the territory, on the verge of breaking down and she collapses and curls into a ball, shaking.

Shiron stared at the small, silver cat. he looked around, then sniffed. This cat had no clan. If he wanted to, he could walk up and close his jaws around her, killing her. He descided not to, and walked up to the cat. "You. You do know your on Wolfclan territory right? I should take you to back to camp probably. I see no use in chasing you out...."

Alice, the wolf padded towards Shiron, he was talking calming to the slivery she-cat. The wolf walked casualy towards the pair. "I see we have a cat on our hands, should we take her to Flint, or give her some wounds she soon won't forget?" the she-wolf asked with a smirk, this was fun, playing around with a cat, easy too. Flicking the fur out of her eyes with a twist she padded around the cat, eye-ball its every move. Alice wanted this cat gone, and dead, she hated loners on HER territory.

Shiron narrowed his eyes, glimpsing the malevolant gleam. "We should take her back to camp." He said curtly. He looked at Alice for a moment then sighed. "but you take her to hima lright? I've had enough of him for a while."

Silverpelt just whines and turns around and shakes even more. "I-I-I can't b-believe h-he's dead..."

Shiron tilted his head. "Who's dead cat?" He asked, confused. This might be important.

"Oh shut up, and follow me." Alice barked, he eyes looked as if they were glowing. Turning around she nodded to Shiron, they gracefully padded back to camp, glancing back ever so often to make sure the cat was following her.

Silverpelt whimpers and says, "S-S-Stealthclaw..." She then whines loudly and buries her face under her paws before rising to follow the wolves.

Groaning, Shiron stopped and picked up the cat. Even if she was in a state to walk, the cat could never keep up with the swift stride of the wolf.

Silverpelt just whimpers as she's picked up by the wolf, not really caring. The silver she-cat whimpers something about attacking whoever killed Stealthclaw.

"Oh do be quiet!" Shiron grummbled through cat fur. The reek was terrible! Wincing, he kept going, following after Alice.

The silver she-cat doesn't seem to hear the wolf and she keeps muttering.

"We should have just chased this one off, I would've rather done that."Alice complained, taking in a large breath then sighing, if only her sister was here, they would have doe this the right way. Then she thought back to the day her mother died, that had been the sadest memory in her life, it was hard. All she reallly had left was her sister, the two were close.

Silverpelt looks at Alice, her eyes liquid. "I have no where to go... I thought this area was abandoned..." She whimpers and looks down.

"Well, wolves aren't exacty the sharing type, sorry." He looked at Alice. "We do have a cat in the clan remember? This one might be of use. There must be some information we can get out of her."

"Yeah, with all the scent markers and everything, go live in those other clans territories, NOT WolfClan. Anyways, you will probably be disposed of in a short matter of time." Alice growled the end part. She just wanted to say that to scare the little sliver cat. Then she turned to Shiron, "She has no scent of those cats, and why would she come to WolfClan, if she was clan, she would have seen us at gatherings." Alice said with a tlit of her head.

Silverpelt sighs and looks at the wolf holding her. "What information...? I don't... know anything..."

"I smell a faint scent of Riverclan. Who is this cat you keep mentioning?" He groaned and began to walk faster.

Silverpelt's eyes tear up immensely. "H-He was my mate..." She whimpers and hangs limp in the wolf's jaws.

"Great." the only time Shiron had loved someone that much was a long time ago. He felt no compassion.

"I still say we can take this wimp back to ThunderClan or ShadowClan, or one of those other weak clans. She will just be a pain that will eat all our prey." Alice grumbled shaking her head, this was dumb, not many others would be too happy if they lost their food to a crying cat.

Silverpelt whines and closes her eyes.

"Well, we should take her to Flint first. here you carry her for a while, my neck hurts. Don't even think about harming the cat yet or I will claw your insides out." He raised his long claws and growled feircly. He ment every word.

Alice sighed, taking the cat in her jaws. The she-wolf almost threw up at the stench of this cat. Discusting. "Her scent is horrid." Alice said threw a mouth-ful of fur, why would Flint even care? They should have just chashed the weakend cat out and be gone with it.

The she-cat snorted, obviously resenting the scent comment before returning to her limp state, whimpering every now and again.