strolling along [come on in]

[ogrins]

^{REEDTAIL...
a footprint in the dust...}

would you run with me?

would you fight with me?

would you die with me?

the black tom waded in the shallows around the hillside. He stood on Windclan territory, and he knew this. But he didn't care. Recently his head had been hurting to much for any long-term thought. New land really eased up his senses though, scince he didn't know what to expect.

Padding out of the water, he shook; his medium-length fur swirling around his bodice and coming to a settled postition as he ended his shake. His pelt was now relatively dry-er, and he smiled in the warm sun. Wind blew up again and his fur began its air-drying. He smiled, then turned, Riverclan bound. Strolling along the water-side became his habit now. Perhaps that was why he felt ok in this rarely patrolled border in his clan. He didn't feel intruding at all. And he was sure any Windclaners that did find him would understand. He just wanted some time to himself, maybe a friend or two. The clan seemed way to big to handle right now.

_{...washed away by time
...REEDTAIL}

[¿Breez!e]

"I see that you like to wander around too." Starbright whispers out of nowhere. As she approaches him the wind picks up sending Starbright's fur to shimmer.
"Don't worry I cross the border all the time, I won't tell," She adds reassuringly. As Starbright gets closer to the river her little paws slip on a mossy rock and falls into the river.
"Happens every time," she mutters to herself while getting onto the top of the bank again.

[George]

As silently as a ghost, Tigerflame appeared. He then saw Reedtail and Starbright "Was that her name?" talking. Cautiously, he walked over the border, his fur soaking wet from the river. He approached the two cats with great curiosity. "Hello Reedtail, Starbright" Inquired Tigerflame How are you on the fine, yet foggy morning?" His tail down, and his ears flat, his nose tickled with the scent of Windclan cats nearby.

[rainbow-FiSHY]

dawnbrook.||

||. The she-cat yawned from her earlier nap. Her glowing eyes skimmed the darkness. A scent came to her senses. It overlapped the river and went beyond into WindClan. Oh no...not that ridiculous tom again...tom cats...tsk tsk...I guess it's time for marvelous me to put things straight yet again!

Dawnbrook padded quickly yet quietly to the rushing stream where she put a paw in just to test out the water. It was icy cold, yet soothing as well. She slipped silently into the river and swam across, feeling its piercing coldness. As she reached the other side, she climbed out of the water. With her coat thick and heavy with water, it was a much tougher than getting in but she was quite used to it. After all, she was a cat of RiverClan, correct?

A fish swam by, unaware of her being beside the river. She felt her blood pulse through her. Instinct came. Why not? she thought, and in a flash, her paw agiley swiped the fish, whom went flying into the air and the she-cat caught swiftfully with slight difficulty.

Keeping this to herself, she held the slippery prey in her mouth as she scented the air. Fish. More fish. But I smell...Reedtail?! Dawnbrook thought. She quickly padded toward WindClan, following where the scent lead. Immediatly she saw three cats upon arriving at the open moor.

Two WindClan and one RiverClan - are they trying to pick a fight?

She flexed her claws and dashed into the scene, dropping a fish beside her clanmate as she did so. "What are you doing?!" she hissed, not even knowing herself who she was speaking to - Reedtail, or the RiverClan cats.