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Shadedfur looked down, "oh," she said hesitantly, sadness and curiosity mixed into her tone. If that badger had been in a clan camp the situation would have been a lot worse. "Well, I trust Snowstar to know what to do." She then looked up to Smokefoot playfully, "In the meantime let's practice our moves against that fox!" She growled playfully before jumping onto the tom.


Echoeyes sat, "hey. Don't let her bother you. She can be a mouse brain at times." Echoeyes turned, "ill be right back," she said before trotting away and grabbing a small from before returning.

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You will *Redclaw said.*

*Firepelt flicked Redclaw's ear with her tail* let's go hunting later.

*Redclaw nodded* sounds good to me.

Shadedfur let out a laugh before batting at Smokefoot gently, hoping back onto the tom and pinning him, "ha! Pinned ya!" She teased in a very energetic tone, which wasn't like her.


Echoeyes smiled and nodded respectfully before she took a bite of the frog she brought over. She wasn't to fond of the slimy green creatures, but when she was hungry she would eat the first thing she picked up.

Well that's a creative way to sleep! Forest wondered, not knowing the true reason behind it. With a shrug, the tom curled up close beside Quietsong. So close, in fact, that their pelts brushed.

Racoon || Tom ||A dark stormy grey tom with a black raccoon like mask over his eyes a partly his nose. One yellow eye, and one icey blue eye. A lot of his left ear is missing, and a ragged hole rips through the center of the right. He has one white toe on his right front paw. He is small, yes,but quick, and not extremely buff, but strong enough. He has a bit longer canine teeth, and they poke out the corners of his mouth.||27 moons|| Homosexual|| Loner ||
Stream || Tom || A fluffy light grey tom with a few darker grey stripes running through him, implying he had possibly been a descendant of a tabby. Bright, forest green eyes, and pure white whiskers. Smoke is very curious, and often gets himself into trouble due to that. He is quite the jokester, and loves to mess around with the clan cats, and sometimes one of the local loners, Racoon.|| 22 moons || Pansexual || Loner ||

Zinnia || She-cat ||  A russet/red color she-cat, and has a bright white face and tail, with haunting amber eyes. She has odd pure black claws, and black whiskers. Rather hostile, often stealing prey from Thunderclan. She is rarely is kind to any other cat. She was a former kittypet,but is now a rouge. || 29 moons|| Heterosexual || Rouge ||

Oops I forgot about Zinnia, haha sorry bout that)

*Redclaw and Firepelt were still sitting in the clearing. Redclaw stretched* well, if we're going hunting, we might as well go now.

*Firepelt nodded*

Lightningfoot and Windrunner had set out on a patrol, since Shadedfur was play fighting with that time in camp, it was only them on their brief border patrol. The two toms had walked in an almost awkward silence for the start of the journey. Brothers or not the two could never be more different, and it was no doubt that they wouldn't be friends with eachother if they weren't related.

Lightningfoot decided to at least try to break the silence, "we're only doing a brief patrol. So, keep your senses sharp, but don't take to long," he said while looking around.

Windrunner rode his eyes, "why does it have to a 'brief' patrol. We minaswell take our time," he said while staring at the yellow and white tabby tom. "Besides. Not like you got much better things to do back at camp. Heck! You had to ask to make a patrol because you were so desperate for action!" He teased while nudging Lightningfoot playfully.

Lightningfoot laughed a bit and rolled his eyes, "well, I don't want you to wander off again to look for your sisters," he said while focusing on his little brother, a light silver tabby tom with white stripe markings.

Windrunner stepped back, "well.." he began, "how do you even know I went into riverclan?" He asked.

Lightningfoot sighed, "Windrunner. You were soaking wet, your pelt was covered in mud, and you reaked of fish!" He said,

Windrunner held his head high, "I just went for a swim in the stream in our territory," he protested.

Lightningfoot stopped and looked at Windrunner with a skeptical look, "sure."

Windrunner parted his jaws and tasted the air, "shut up," he said quietly and quickly.

Lightningfoot looked offended, "I-"

Windrunner went into a crouch, "lightnifngfoot! I said shut up!" He hissed in a whisper.

Lightningfoot took a moment to process what was going on before crouching down next to the other tom.

"Taste the air," Windrunner whispered, "there's an unfamiliar scent... seems very recent. I think they may be near by."

Lightningfoot tasted the air. There was defiantly a cat around. A she. Maybe a rogue? "You're right. Move towards the source of the scent. But quietly!" He whispered.

The two toms moved forward, Lightningfoot moved forward fast and silently. He knew both hoe to run and how to stalk. He learned when he was younger and a rogue, he caught rabbits from a young age being the oldest of five, he was usually the only one other than Shadedfur and occasionally redwing who did the hunting with his mother and grandmother. Windrunner however, was the youngest tom, and second to youngest kit of the litter. He hadn't been hunting rabbits. He moved forward slowly, and made loud rustling noises as he walked.

The russet she-cat flicked an ear, the sound of something making her head turn towards it. She snorted, and continued on. Even if cats were following her, she could easily handle them. Nothing could beat her- unless she was greatly outnumbered. Zinnia sat and started to clean her paws and black claws of dirt and grime. Her eyes closed halfway, and her ears swiveled around, listening to anyone possibly sneaking up on her.

Stream was soaking in the sunlight on the river bank between Windclan and Thunderclan's territory. He was purring gently to himself, watching minnows dart by in the current. He had no actually purpose at the moment, just enjoying a nice day. He hoped none of the clan cats were going to interrupt his suntime.

Zinnia's head whipped around, her pupils turning to small slits.Finally somecat found her, gosh, it seemed like they could never find her. She wanted so badly to rip this cat to shreds..but she had to keep herself calm. Nothing was more concerning then a calm cat- you had no idea what they were thinking. So she stood and replied with a level voice, "Oh, yes. Hello there,". Her tail rose up and bent at the end. If she was correct, clan cats used tail signals to show emotion or to tell another cat something silently. And from what she had seen this one ment 'im friendly' or 'dont worry'.

Stream continued to purr, his eyes slowly closing. He could feel the sun beating down on his fur, and the water lapping at his toes. His ear flicked occasionally due to flies, and his tail swayed slowly. If anyone was to pounce on him, now would be the time.