new to these parts

[Gosling]

To make a den. To make a den. Gosling recently left his ranks with Fireclan, mainly broken from missing his friends. He was getting exposed to how dark the world was starting to be, missing Snowflurry and Dotpaw, wherever they were. But that was the past now, and the Himalayan had to readjust to his new life. Fireclan was long gone to him, and he was thankful for Silverwhisker's assistance in mentoring him before his decision to leave the clan.

He then tore apart bark and formed it into a nest. He would temporarily settle here.

[Patch]

Fireclan.

That was what first entered Patch's mind when she saw the new kid. She actually felt an instinct to shout out, but she stayed put. The she-cat watched Gosling build a nest, eyes narrowed. Prying from her need to keep quiet, she shouted. "Hey!"

[Gosling]

'Hey!'

Gosling froze. What was he supposed to do now? He dropped his bark and tripped onto his makeshift nest, breaking it. He flattened his ears, still adjusting to the fact that there was not a fresh supply of moss to be applied as his bedding. The stranger terrified him, but Gosling knew to survive, he had to take a stand for himself.

"What do you want?" he asked, still holding a lack of trust within his new group of cats. He heard that these cats were vicious and one wrong move could mean one's death. As if Silverwhisker did not train him enough for this.

[Minax]

[Mind if I join in?]

Minax had been exploring and looking for a new spot to place his den. The dark gray tabby hadn't met other DeathClanners yet. All of them seemed to hate him without even knowing him. Minax had to get used to it. This was DeathClan. The outcast of all Clans. He padded forward and stopped when he saw two other cats who seemed to be talking. Maybe he could introduce himself to them? Maybe make a few allies? Minax cleared his throat, then strolled forward, as if he was actually confident. "Greetings."

[Patch]

Patch rolled her eyes at the tom, used to hostile nature by now. She tilted her head and stared blankly at Gosling. "Just wanted to chat, chill out." She said, laughing a bit to herself. If that meant getting some news, sure.

Another tom broke into her line of thought, younger than her and Gosling, by the looks of it. "Greetings back." She replied, smiling. The she-cat wasn't always hateful, despite her clans type.

[Minax]

Minax smiled as well, glad to have found someone with manners. Most cats had snapped at him and driven him away. "Sorry, am I interrupting anything? I just thought I would get to know others."

[Gosling]

'Just wanted to chat, chill out.'

Gosling returned her blank stare, not knowing what she would do. He felt out of the loop, like how Dotkit felt out of place in Fireclan. But those days were over. This stranger was nothing like Sorrelpaw. He began to open his mouth to respond, but another tom came into the picture, making Gosling more ready to be prepared for anything. An ambush, perhaps? After all, Deathclan often created temporary alliances, so maybe to be initiated he had to win a battle?

'Greetings.' By the way he sounded, the stranger was not acquainted with the she-cat either. What was going on? 'Sorry, am I interrupting anything? I just thought I would get to know others.'

He huffed, puffing until his fur was poofy, making his appearance larger than what it actually was. "Well, I'm Gosling, and this is. . ." He gave a look at the she-cat, waiting for her to finish his statement.

[Patch]

Patch glanced at the new cat, nodding. "Naw, your fine, dude." She meowed, and looked over her shoulder at Gosling, what was a gosling? She didn't know too much about other animals, especially birds. "...Patch. Call me Patch." She ended the statement.

This might actually be a conversation where everything was calm.

[Minax]

"Pleasure to meet you both. I'm Minax," He said. "How are you both doing today?" He seemed relaxed and friendly, for that was how he really was. He didn't understand why every single DeathClan member tried to be as tough as possible. He knew that their Clan sounded extreme but that didn't mean they all had to be killers...right?

The abnormally large Youngling pondered this silently as he waited for an answer.

[Gosling]

Patch and Minax. Gosling had to remember those names, just like he did for everyone else he'd met in Fireclan who associated themselves with a name.

'How are you both doing today?' He rolled his eyes, tired of the norm. This was feeling just like a conversation back at home. He didn't want to be feeling that - it was like if Fireclan was the more well-known Deathclan, but that was not what the tom wanted. If he wanted to be associating with others, he would have just kept his name of Goslingpaw.

"I'm doing alright," he slowly said, still keeping to himself. 'They will never compare to my friends. . .'

[Minax]

Minax nodded, and his friendly manner vanished all together. He had suddenly switched to being very happy and bouncy to suddenly...dark. Mysterious. He sat back, licking a rather massive paw slowly. He wasn't trying to intimidate anyone, but he had just switched moods. When others weren't exactly very friendly, Minax just sort of lost interest.

The black tom opened up a deep green eye, boring into Gosling. "What brings you to DeathClan?"

[Patch]

Patch sniffed and let the two toms conversate for a bit, she only nodded as Gosling spoke, agreeing. As Minax asked another question, she laughed a bit. Even though it was meant for Gosling, she answered. "A hawk."

[Minax]

Minax flicked his tail. "A hawk, huh?" He said with a small smile, though he didn't return to his as-friendly manner as before.

[Gosling]

Were they seriously trying to get something out of him?

He did seem interested when Patch mentioned that she did come to Deathclan because of a hawk. He'd have to ask her about that later. Back to him though. Gosling stared at Minax, unafraid of what this stranger had against him. Too friendly, perhaps? "I got tired of my old home," he mumbled. "Too much cats and too much talking. . ."

[Patch]

Patch too, was interested in the others reply. She stared at Minax and smiled back weakly. She turned back to Gosling, "Seems about right." She muttered to herself before adding louder, "Old home, huh? Twolegplace or something?"