Dante
Rogue Tom
The black smoky tabby flicked his ears almost uneasily as he padded into the Skyclan camp, Laurelpaw following behind him. He looked back at her, and lowered his voice to speak. His ears flicked around with every small sound, and the rogue was aware of eyes turning to fix on him as cats stirred from their dens. He was definitely a sight, from his tabby tail tied with a bandana, to his sleek fur that looked more like a kittypet's than a clan cat's.
"Where is he then...?" He whispered, clearly referring to Firestar. Not seeing the tom almost immediately made him impatient- "Are you sure this is the right place? There's an awful lot of cats here..." It made his skin crawl, in all honesty. The many pairs of eyes boring into him, the pelts beginning to bristle at the sight of the stranger in their territory. But Dante made himself as inconspicuous as possible, making a conscious effort to keep up his confident demeanour, puffing out his chest and keeping his head high.
What did he have to be ashamed of? He had brought a pretty she-cat back to her home! And yet, why did his stomach feel like it was tied in knots?
Dante
Rogue tom
"...Yeah, sure...!" Dante glanced at Laurelpaw, the black tabby sitting down with a stifled yawn. Once Laurelpaw and Firestar had disappeared inside the leader's den, he felt...awkward. Glancing around the camp, he quickly disappeared into his thoughts. Whilst at first he had been planning to simply move on once he took Laurelpaw home, now Dante was beginning to have second thoughts. If he just left now, where would he go? He couldn't go back to the twolegplace.
This clan seemed... nice, he supposed. It would be weird. Hard to get used to, but he was sure that Laurelpaw could make him like it. Dante was sure that he wanted to be close to his friend, even if it meant not being in the clan. Commitment to a clan had seemed scary to him on the way, but now he was here, it was a serious consideration in his mind.