[ @BILL. @DarkNight @hxneysuckle ]

Hmmm. It had been a while since Alerick had decided to walk anywhere remotely close to the Clan territories. Ever since that battle with those ThunderClan cats, he couldn't even think about that black and white leader without recoiling at the memory.
But now, even if he was still hesitant, he was beginning to grow curious once more. He'd decided to wander away from Ryder and Shadow's territory for a while, at least so he could merely explore for a little bit.
And what a day he'd chosen to come exploring. As Alerick rounded a large shrub, a chorus of scents hit his nose. Mostly female rogues or loners, and perhaps a bit of fear scent? How strange, that this giant tom would be afraid of the she-cats standing in front of him. But he did catch one that was familiar. It was similar to the ThunderClan scent, and he tilted his head curiously at the group of three before making his way over.
"Greetings, greetings," the giant mottled gray tom meowed as he approached. The nasty scars across the side of his neck and throat, which had been almost hidden from view where he had been sitting, became increasingly more apparent as he neared the group. He stopped just behind the silver tabby, scanning the trio with a perceptive yellow gaze. "I apologize if I'm interrupting anything, but I hope you two aren't bothering this fellow here." The Clanner - Falconpaw, from what he'd heard - seemed like he would be able to hold his own in a fight, but Alerick wanted to make sure nothing violent occurred either way. He gave Falconpaw a nod of greeting before returning his focus to the she-cat's.