Hello. (Fox)

[Midnight]

Vergil lay lazily in the camp, his short, spotted coat plastered neatly to his sides after he'd washed it during the morning. The new warrior purred contentedly, green eyes narrowed to slits because of the sun.

Hearing an approaching cat, Vergil perked his ears, too lazy to get up. He didn't care if his Clanmates saw him laying around instead of working. Vergil didn't feel like he needed to prove anything to any cat. "Who are you?"

[Foxpaw]

Hazelfrost stalked up to the new tom cat, yellow eyes narrowed in anger, silver tail lashing back and forth like a striking snake. She'd think that any cat who was let into the clan would do their best to prove their worth, but here was this cat, sunning himself as if he didn't have a thing in the world to do or worry about.

"I'm Hazelfrost. Why don't you make yourself useful?" she hissed, tone matching her namesake. "There's plenty that needs to be done." She was trying to be as civil as possibile, really she was. At least she hadn't called him names yet.

[Midnight]

"Nice to meet you, too, Hazelfrost. Name's Vergil." The Bengal cat purred. Now, this Hazelfrost, she was just darling! That snappy attitude, that pretty pelt. Yup, Vergil liked her. No doubt about it. She would be challenging to flirt with, most likely, but Vergil was good with words, and he'd someday ask her to be his mate, and with any luck, she'd accept that offer. "Well, I just got here maybe yesterday, or the day before that?" Standing up, Vergil looked at the she-cat. He was a tall tom, very long-legged, and very long in build from head to tail. "What needs to be done? Normally, I'm one to do things myself, but since I'm new here, I'm not exactly sure what I should be doing, and some help would be great. If only I could get a pretty she-cat to tell me what to do." Whiskers twitching slightly in amusement at teasing her, Vergil blinked his bright green eyes at the she-cat, finally getting a good look at her without the sun blaring into his line of sight.

[Foxpaw]

Hazelfrost felt a small prick of guilt at the tom's rather nice words. She wasn't generally one to care about such things, but it was hard not to notice that he was rather handsome. She'd have to be blind not to. but at the same time, it was easy to see that he wasn't a clan cat too. He had potential though, that was for sure. He was bigger than her, and she wasn't a completely tiny she-cat, about medium sized. Her own silver and black pelt was sleek and shiny, and she was well-muscled, the kind of she-cat who could hold her own in a fight. The more he talked, the worse she felt, and it showed on her face. Until, of course, his last sentence. All her guilt flew out with a big whoosh, the door slamming shut behind it, as she glared up at the tom. "Gladly," she growled out, whirling around and beginning to pad off, tail waving in the air. This tom would obviously need supervision. "Come on, the elders need moss." Her tone was sharp and clipped, leaving no room for arguments.

[Midnight]

Fierce. It was what Vergil was and he often made friends with others who were fierce. The previous kittypet bolted quickly after Hazelfrost, ending up padding alongside her after only a few moments. "So, Hazelfrost, right? That's a cool name. Are all of the names around here like that? Two words in one name?" He was one to pick things up easily, and he had already met and been accepted into the Clan by a cat named Silversong, and now there was a Hazelfrost, so it wasn't something that was too hard to figure out. "And there are other Clans, correct? I've seen one by the beach near the twolegplace I lived in. They are called twolegs to you guys, right? I've heard the Clan cats call them that near my old home."

[Foxpaw]

Hazelfrost couldn't help but be impressed and feel a bit of respect for the tom. He was certainly observant. She nodded. "That's right. Kits get -kit tacked onto their names, apprentices -paw, and warriors get a trait that best represents them," she explained as they made their way out of camp. Again, she nodded. "Those were SunsetClan cats you saw. Likewise, there's also WhisperClan, StormClan, MidnightClan, and FrostClan. All of which will get their pelts shredded if they take a step into our territory," she mewed matter-of-factly. She glanced up at him. "Yes, twolegs is correct. Cats who live with them are called kittypets."

[Midnight]

"And when are cats given their -kit, -paw, and trait parts?" Vergil asked curiously, "Really, sorry for all of the questions, but this whole Clan idea is pretty interesting, even if I do find the power positions annoying. Why should some cats dictate over all of the others just because they were chosen to? What if one of the Clans gets a mean, cruel cat to rule over the others?" The Bengal tom purred, "Oh, I'm sure they'll get their pelts shredded, especially since I would definitely take part in shredding another Clan's cats." Flicking his tail tip, Vergil also added, "Kittypets? Now that makes my kind sound very degraded in the Clans. That's annoying. We're not all, well, kittypets! That's sort of insulting."