Forever a Wanderer (Anyone)

[mudheart]

Silent, creeping steps can take a cat far. For TatteredPast, it tool him to Uncharted Territory. That was ok with him. At heart, the silvery tom was always a loner. Never meant to be a Clan cat. But he owed AshClan a debt. They nursed him back to health, raised him, provided for him. In TatteredPast's eyes, he would fight for this Clan until the day he died, or the leader released him.
But not even his debt could settle his restlessness. Out here, he was known to rogues and loners as 'Tattered', not TatteredPast, warrior of AshClan. He kept his secret well. Slowly, the silvery tom crept out on a barren feild. It was wonderful, to be alone.
(Anyone)

[Squid]

Buried deep within the gray specs of the ashen covered ground, bits of silver fur shown slightly through the darker gray. Stonestream looked up and shook the ash of his head, pricking his ears and listening for any sign of movement. He stood up, shaking the rest of the ash from his star colored fur. Stonestream began running, not knowing where he was going for the moment, and ended up in a barren field near uncharted territory. Even from far away, Stonestream could scent the other cat's present, even if he could not see the tom due to his blindness.

[mudheart]

TatteredPast froze. HIs ears pricked forward, his body erect. There was the sound...of running paws, striking the earth with each step. But who could it be? Another loner? Or a dreaded Clan-cat. As StoneStream came into view, the silver tom called out
"Who goes there!"