With the sun going down, the Loner began to quicken his pace. After having spoken with Silverscreech, Briar, Zinnia and Torrent, they'd given him instructions on where to go.
"I hope I didn't miss the sunset patrol." He muttered to himself. Truth be told, he had no Earthly idea why his heart was leading him to SkyClan but something, something just out of his reach was indeed beckoning his soul.
He nosed his way between some bushes, stepping into the sunlit clearing. Opening his maw to scent the air, his nostrils twitching, the heavy long furred white tom and ginger tom sat heavily, huffing with frustration.
At the sound of a snapping twig, the heavy set tom turned his gaze to the ginger tom approaching him.
Though the unspoken threat of the ginger Tom's hung in the air, the loner seemed unfazed. Instead he tilted his head, his calm expression bland as oats. "I don't mean any disrespect or offense, though I can't help but notice you claim this as your and your Clans territory." He responded.
Then he added, Musing. "That begs the question, is this SkyClan territory, and are you the Leader, Great one?" It was clear when this unusual tom called him great one, he meant it as a term of high respect, as the long furred loner began to almost grovel, lowering himself into a bow, head ad gaze down.
"My name is Hephaestion and I come seeking the cats of the sky and clouds that I've been questing for." He informed him.