Sailfur sniffed the swaying grass, lifting is tabby head slowly. The sun's reflection on the moon made a silver glow on the grass and a ring on his head. With a flick of his tail he whirled around. Pelting towards the border before slowing to a brisk trott at the rise. Scanning the stream below. With a grin. He sat down, licking his paw and drawing it over his brown and black head. His ears laying back before flicking back up. He went to lick his paw a second time whe he paused, glancing around quickly. A smirk apeared on his face as he shot a look down the rise, laying on his side and rolling down. He slowly picked up speed but it all ended with a plop. The small cat landing in the ice burned water.

SmokeStar: He nodded and got to his paws, leaving camp. He raced through the forest and into his own terriotory. He got together his sister and the left over prey. They returned just be for Moonhigh. Setting down the prey and making a comfy place to sleep, under on old oak tree. "This is how I am going to get close to my one love." He whispered into his sisters ear.

"Very well. But if you are not back by moonhigh, I will assume our deal is off and if you are found on Shadowclan territory my warriors will have permision to drive you off. And remember," Secretstar meowed with grim satisfacion in her voice, "this favor we are doing you, and how you're in our debt. Now go," the leader ordered with a flick of her tail. <i>Smokestar owes me, even if he's a spy. I own him. And he better best remember I never do anything free, </i> she thought with a mental chuckle.

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Name: Sailfur<br /> Gender: Tom<br /> Rank: Warrior<br /> Clan: WindClan<br /> Personality: He is a very out-going and brave cat. He is not afraid of water even when it crashes on him for he used to sleep next to the side of the ship, waves in the moning crashing over him. He never really cared but would get into things when no one paid attention to him. He met cats who called the sea, 'The Sun Drown Place' and how they were on a jorney to find something called 'Midnight' and he guesses they did since he never sees the same cat twice.<br /> History: Born under a seafood restraunt in Florida, the curious little cat wondered out when his mother was gone and was picked up by a crew member. His name was Deckwasher Daggerfist, taking the kit in his coat he kept him on the ship with him. Soon to be discovered by the Captin. The crew told the Captin to keep him, Daggerfist having nothing to say in the dicision. Soon the Captin kept him, through the wars and treasure hunts. He acted like a dog when they got towards shore, jumping on everyone to let him get off and play in the water. When they started digging, his would dig somewhere close by and find a glass bottle, keeping it for himself. When one war killed the crew off, al except the prison tenders, they vowed to die with the ship. Leaving him on the shore of Califonia. An old couple took him in, having a few time shares they took him around the world more. When they became broke, they went back to Califonia. Leaving him with a poor man that lived on the streets. Sailfur loved this man with all his heart, the man having to go to the sea everyday to make money. The tabby played in the water and always brough something back for the one bottle he kept. This bottle had a light overlay of green to it with some writting on the side. It was scratch up so no one even tried to read it. It had one crack in the bottom but it was not big enough to have anything fall out of it. This was the last bottle he found before the crew shead scarlet on the deck. Before the old man died, he gave Sailfur his bandanna. Tieing his bottle to him so he could carry it where ever he went.<br /> Looks: A small but agile tabby with sea blue eyes.

SmokeStar: Nods his agreement "Very well... we shall go now, before night hits. And on the way back, we will hunt for your clan" He mewed.

Sucsiption flashed in her cold blue eyes. "Very well." She meawed, not beleiving a single word out of his muzzle. "But you both have to hunt for my clan, and may not eat unless I or my deputy says you can, and not until the rest of the clan had fed. Also, you both shall have a warrior escort."

SmokeStar: "It's not for me, it's for my sister. She dosent like ThunderClan and she never did." He mewed, afaraid to tell her the real reason he came.

"What?!" Secretstar's eyes flamed, her muscles tensing. "Why should I let my enimies into the heart of my camp, letting them learn our secrets and eat our fresh-kill?"

SmokeStar: "I might have nine lifes left, but, my sister, SmokeySky and I would like to join your clan, for just a couple of days." He mewed.

Secretstar calmly layed in her nest, tucking her paws under her. The scents of her clan calming her, her eyes glinting in the low lights of her den. "So, Smokestar speak the words you just couldn't wait for the next Gathering to tell me. Speak."