This was the same cat I saw that one night. The dusty brown with black patches on her ears, paws and tail tip was the she-cat he saw hunting when he was with Nutmeg and Sunfish.
"I'm Thistle." He introduced himself to the cat, the forest dark with the night sky.
"I'm Darkmoss, why do you want to join my clan?" Her tone was quite stern, yet a bit scared. Why is she so nervous? Well, she probably should be.
"Can we come over there? So it's easier to talk to you?" Fox asked. Darkmoss nodded and stepped back, her bright green eyes held tiredness as well as a nervous gleam to them. Thistle leapt him over the creek, trying not to look like a mouse brain as a first impression.

"Why do you want to join my clan?" She asked. Thistle decided to answer this question.
"We've heard a bit about clan life, and it sounds like a good match for us." Thistle forced his voice clam, scared of what might happen if he didn't get into BirchClan.
"How do I know that your not spies?" Darkmoss asked. Out of the corner of his eye, Thistle could see Fox look at him, fear flashed in his eyes.
"We aren't from the group of rouges across the ravine, we couldn't stand to live by their rules." Thistle lied, but some was a bit true. He couldn't stand living there anymore. Darkmoss glanced at Fox, then over to Thistle, starring into his blue eyes. He couldn't help but to stare into her green eyes as well. Darkmoss gave a small shake to her head before glancing over at Fox again. She fluffed out her brown pelt against the cold, which Thistle had just realized that it was freezing for a Greenleaf night.

"Let's go to your camp, we can see what your leader thinks about us." Fox asked Darkmoss. The she-cat gave a judging look at both of the cats, before dipping her head.
"I'm warning you now, your going into a clan full of highly trained warriors, don't pull anything stupid unless you want to get hurt." Darkmoss' stern voice returned. Thistle followed her into some undergrowth, which thinned out a bit. Fox followed next to him. He glanced over at Thistle, a 'thanks' shone in his two colored eyes. The red tom was wasn't very good in stressful situations most times. It was tricky to walk in the dense forest at first, all of the roots, vines and twigs nearly tripped Thistle every step. After a bit, he nearly fell onto Darkmoss, thankfully she didn't notice it.

Thistle was lead to a thick bunch of bushes, at least it looked thick from the outside. Two cats where sitting in front of the tunnel.
"Why are you bringing these rouges into camp?" A brown she-cat asked, the black tom just looked at Thistle, curiously.
"None of your business." Darkmoss replied, the she-cat let out a sigh as she glared at Fox and Thistle. Darkmoss lead them around to the other side, a small tunnel lead into the heart of the bushes. Inside was hollowed out, a dusty dirt ground was all that was in the center. To one side of him was large rock with a small hole in it. Directly in front of the entrance was two woven bushes that was close together, next to it was a den which seemed to have a milky sent to it. A strong plant scented den was next to that as well as a final den next to the entrance. DarkMoss lead Thistle and Fox to the stone den.

"Are these the rouges?" A grey she-cat asked when they entered the den. Darkmoss nodded.
"I'm Thistle." Thistle told the she-cat. Fox told her his name after he did, thankfully not too nervous.
"Thank you Darkmoss, you can go to your nest now."
"You're welcome Ashstar, do you want me to stay with you?" Thistle sat down next to the entrance to the den, Fox sat down on the other side while Darkmoss was still standing between them.
"I'll be good, now go on to your nest, it's late." Ashstar told her. Darkmoss dipped her head and left, leaving Thistle and Fox with Ashstar.

"Why should I let you join?" Ashstar questioned, curiosity sparking in her yellow eyes.
"We don't have anywhere else to go." Thistle opened his mouth, but Fox's voice came out.
"I guess it's the same story for Thistle as well?" Ashstar prompted.
"Yes, we know how to hunt, and a bit of fighting if you wanted to know that." Thistle responded with a nod.
"You both seem nice, and I believe Darkmoss has a good sense of judgement. You will sit outside of camp for three nights, and only sleep from dawn to sunhigh." Ashstar directed. "If you truly want to join, you'll stick with this. Tomorrow I'll have a cat show you two around. Any questions?" Fox shook his head, which Thistle shortly followed after Ashstar's glaze drifted to him. "Very well, I'll tell Embertail and Tuffwhisker to watch you tonight, and you can't talk while your sitting vigil." Ashstar trotted out of the den and over to the entrance. Fox looked over at Thistle, joy shone in his blue and green eyes. There's no turning back now. Thistle followed Fox to where Ashstar stood waiting next to who he assumed was Emberstream and Tuffwhisker. The black and white tom had lost the hint of a treating gleam to his eye. The other cat still didn't seem to like the idea of have two stranger cats in her clan. The she-cat, who Thistle was pretty sure was Emberstream, beckoned Thistle over to sit by her, Fox sat by the tom. Ashstar left the, alone.

"Alright, you can find a nest now." Emberstream's voice snapped Thistle out of falling asleep. The previous night had seemed to last forever, and the fact that Emberstream kept starring at him didn't help. He could understand why she didn't like the though. Tuffwhisker lead the way into camp, cats where starting to come out into the milky dawn morning. Emberstream trotted over to a white tom with grey tabby patches along his back. After a moment of waiting, Emberstream came back.
"You'll be sleeping here for now." She lead the two rouges into the second den in the back of camp. It was a lot smaller than the den right next to it. The scent of a few cats wafted out of it, but no one was in there. Thistle couldn't help but to look for the the cat that brought him here. He couldn't pick up any scents of her. Tuffwhisker pointed with his tail to two of the center nests, telling Thistle and Fox that's where their nest will be. By the time he had laid down, his eyes where as heavy as stone. Fox laid down next to him, which was the last thing Thistle saw but the welcoming darkness.

Although he was tired, Thistle couldn't stay asleep. After staying asleep for a few moments, he would drift awake again. It wasn't that his nest was uncomfortable, it was actually the comfiest nest he'd slept in, it was being in an unknown area. He only knew a few cats, but he couldn't trust any cat but Fox.