When he entered the camp, the strong sent if many cats, freshkill, and herbs hit his nose dead on, making him sneeze. He was getting many strange looks, as well. There were curiosity or suspicion in most cats eyes, but some held looks of hatred, as if they knew he had let his sister die and where disgracing him with their looks.
Pandora leaped swiftly into a tree and onto a thick, twisted branch that stuck out from the rest, and motioned for him to stand beneath her.
Once he did, the she-cat let out a loud call. "All cats come to gather beneath the Twisted Tree for a Clan Meeting!"
Cats had began to gather before this, but now the many cats in the Clan were swarming to surround the tree. "Today, a rouge has come to join our Clan... He came speaking of hatred for the other Clans, but said this calmly, his burning eyes the only thing giving him away.
"Now, as we all know, a series of tests must be taken, and 7 out of the 9 must be passed yo get exepted into the Clan. He will pass these test by taking them as the Eldest Warriors watch closely, and in the end they and I shall determined which he passed, and which he did not.
"Now, Shadepaw and Nightpaw, go gather moss for our guests nest and set it outside if the warriors den... StarClan will look upon him tonight..
"His testing will begin tomorrow morning, Meeting Dismissed."