OOC:: I hope this isn't private o3o


Fallingcrow followed Ripplestripe slowly through the reeds, her cold yellow eyes calculating and accusing. ThunderClan had never really had respect for anyone's boundaries these days. She stopped just short of the RiverClan warrior's flank, kneading the ground with her abnormally long claws. She pulled her lips away from her teeth slightly at the two apprentices, whom were drenched. She glanced down to the RiverClan kit narrowing her eyes at the tiny she-cat, adding on to the toms previous comment, she snapped at the young kit, "And what are you doing outside of the den?" She once more turned her attention to the kits, lowering herself to the ground, unsheathing her claws, "Maybe we should chase them back, they'll stay on their side of the border I bet if we rip some of their fur from their pelts." Fallingcrow sneered at them, chuckling at the terrified look in their eyes.

Fallingcrow grinned at Marshfog, her eyes glinting in the sunlight. He really was a nice tom, he was the only one so far to actually make an effort to have fun with her. She turned her head to the trees, padding swiftly towards them, her paws taking her instinctively towards the rustle of wings. She crouched low, creeping swiftly and silently towards a bird that was picking at the ice nearby. She flattened her ears wondering for a moment if it was even strong enough to peck through the ice. The prey had probably been short handed on food as of recently, considering the ice storm had caught everyone off guard. She pinned her ears back, wiggling her haunches before leaping towards the bird using her hind legs to kick off. She collided with the song bird in a flurry of fur and feathers. It wasn't long before she had it dangling from her jaws. "Got one!" She meowed.

OOC: It's not a big deal! I'm no longer lost xDD


Core walked slowly through the snow, his whiskers twitching vigorously as he walked dangerously close to the RiverClan border. If they found him here, they'd most definitely have his pelt. All though he was forced from WindClan during a kit raid, the clans viewed him as a traitor. A small pang of guilt twisted itself around his chest at the sight of the border of one of the clans. He missed life there. He was merely five moons old when he had been kitnapped from WindClan, now at twelve moons old, he was considered a full grown warrior of BloodClan; the evilest of all evils. He picked his way slowly through the snow, his dark grey pelt making him extremely visible in the white ground, he had to hurry, otherwise he would be in serious trouble.


The leader of BloodClan had commanded the warrior to scout out a good access point to RiverClan, they hadn't robbed any kits from their dens as of recently, seeming as the queens of the clan were taking their own sweet time in allowing the toms to mate with them. Core didn't blame them at all, he'd do the same thing if he were a she-cat. He sniffed around, heading towards the very edge of their territory, when his paw sunk down onto the fur of a cat.


Shocked, the young tom jumped back, his eyes wide, afraid of what he would find at his paws. The fear subsided slightly, when all he saw was a she-cat, slightly buried within the snow. For a moment, he had though she had froze there in the snow, but no, he could see the slow rise and fall of her flank. Core glanced around him frantically - Why in the world would a clan just leave a cat here to freeze? Then the idea hit him; what if he took her to BloodClan? Not only would he have done what his leader had asked, he would most certainly please him with a young, capable, she-cat. Determined now, Core bent down to the she-cat, grasping her scruff between his teeth. He hauled her easily into the air, turning on his paws, and sprinting for the tree line, adrenaline pumping through his veins.

Dimittrii tilted his head at the she-cat to his left, the one beckoning him with her tail. He looked back to the other one in front of him, tilting his head to the side slightly, "Shimmerpelt eh?" He purred to her, "Very fitting for a pretty she-cat like yourself." He tilted his head to her comment, "Thank you."

Earthgaze, a burly tom watched the two cats from the trees, his narrowing in confusion. The tom had repeatedly crossed over his own boundary line to hunt by RiverClan's territory, and yet, Oakpaw - or at least that's what he thought her name was - had still not harmed the young apprentice. He hunched back down into the ferns, his bright amber eyes the only thing that could be seen through the plants.

Fallingcrow blinked as the fish plopped down onto the ground. She purred a little despite her fear, to Karmapaw, "Good catch!" Fallingcrow backed away slowly, her fur brushing slightly against the Marshfog's fur for reassurance. She sat beside him, looking at her paws. "What kind of RiverClan cat is afraid of water?" She growled to herself, staring down at her paws. She glanced over to Zebrarow flicking her tail, "You guys go and fish. I'll watch."

xDD. Do you have a a specific roleplay post for the plot? Or am I just being stupid and can't find where it says so? xD