When it came to picking out who was from which Clan, Spiderkit wasn’t exactly the most gifted. In fact, she had just assumed he was a RiverClan cat from the fact that he had jumped in the river to save her. Now she couldn’t imagine any WindClanner or ShadowClanner stranger doing that. The idea provoked an amused smile on her sharply angled features, the way her fur was plastered to her frame making her look a bit like a dishevelled rat. Not that she would have cared, the state of her appearance was never an issue for the extrovert of a feline.
Her ears perked curiously, green eyes gaining a friendly glitter at his words. Well it didn’t matter to her that he had thought the cat he was saving was someone else, in the end it had been her. Stretching out a spindly paw, she dabbed at his flank with it. What could she say, thank you? No, Spiderkit was too macho to speak words like that. Instead she greeted his response with a wide smile, although it had a still weary tug to it from her experience in the river. “Who said I would die?” she growled rather glibly, shaking out her fur as she staggered to her feet. Her whole body ached, from head to toe. But flexing each of her limbs in turn, it seemed it was nothing that serious. She sported a few scratches, whether from Jaykit’s claws or simply crashing into the stony shore, she didn’t know, but they were mere trifles. “I could have gotten out by myself, I was just… enjoying the water.” Now that was a complete lie, but her motive was more to lighten the mood that to prove anything. And Jaykit seemed nice enough, it wouldn’t hurt to make a new friend… who cared if he wasn’t in her Clan? Certainly not her. She sniffled somewhat, her throat feeling raw from coughing up the water so violently before, as if sandpaper had been rasped over it. Swallowing uncomfortably, she blinked gratefully at Jaykit. "Why are you... out here anyway?" she questioned sceptically, eyes narrowing once more.