ThistleShade (P) meetin

[Rivershade]

RiverShade laid there, figiting like a fish out of water. Nothing could quite comfort the female. To much stuff to think about yet nothing at all at the same time. She stretched out on her silvery back and stared through the tiny, tiny hole at the top of the den. That hole had always bugged her when it would rain or snow. When droplets of water or snowflakes dissolved on her thick pelt, chilling her to the very bone. Now though it gave her a great view of a star, high above the camp. High above the territory. Hanging in the sky giving soft light to the deep darkness.  

But gazing at a star gets old after awhile. She sat up and quietly slipped out of the den. There dozens of stars shown above the she-cat. She didn't even try to find the one that he could see through the hole, there were far to many for that. 

The thought of stars weren't enough to stop her, of stuff she had been thinking of all night. The secrets that she would keep to herself so she wouldn't jeopardize anything that she had or would miss if she lost them. She was deep with conflict. RiverShade needed a friend. And the bad thing is, her her few she had had, were not only part of her problem but were missing in action as well. So she had to keep things to herself, she had to let her feelings bubble with in. The problem is, she never knew when that bubbling would overflow, causing her to let his anger and confusion out on others.  

She took a deep breath, letting the cool air chill her nostrils and freeze her lungs. Her long furred tail brushed back and forth on the ground, collecting dirt and crunched up leaves, like a broom cleaning the ground. The she-cat stopped and sat there, thoughts racing through her mind. Emotions mixed inside her. The thought of screaming crossed her mind, but the consequences were her fellow clan-mates hating her for disturbing their slumber. So she sat with the only sound being the rustling leafs and wind, swaying with the wind she lowered her head deep in thought and in need of a friend.... 

She stood once more and made her way out side of the camp hoping a walk would help with her mental war, she headed to no place in particular... letting her paws lead her she was still lost deep within her own thoughts when she looked up and recodnised the new settings the thick layers of grey stone was replaced by a thick layer of canopy she had neared the tree clan boarder she glanced around with a look of surprise she had not relised she had traveled so far just as she was about to turn she caught the strong scent of another cat not only was it a tom it was a neighboring clanner as well Tree Clan she turned and looked for the out line of the male.


Thistlefang

[Thistlefang]

Thistlefang was never up this late- but he couldn't sleep tonight. The hotter the nights became, the harder he found it to fall asleep. Maybe a walk would make him tired. Shaking his pelt, he trudged out of the warrior's den and into the territory. He sniffed the air every now and then, searching for a cat or some prey. He wasn't in the mood to hunt or chat, but was just sniffing the air so he could avoid those situations.

Padding deeper into the territory, Thistlefang tried to steer clear of the FireClan border. He didn't know how good his kits were at keeping a secret, and didn't want to stir up a fight with a FireClanner if they happened to know that he was the TreeClanner that fathered the kits. Hopefully no one would find out about that.

As the tom padded in the opposite direction of FireClan, he realized his paws were takng him to the IceClan border. Gross, IceClan. He thought, wrinkling his nose in disgust. To him, IceClan smelled the worst out of all four clans. It wasn't long before the gross scent became stronger. Thistlefang looked over the border, spotting a she-cat who was staring right at him. He snarled. "What are you looking at?"

[Rivershade]

As her tired body seemed to refuse to do much more, she stood in the same spot but was surprisingly calm as the males sharp comment rang thought the cool night air. She narrowed her optics as he was clearly missing his much needed beauty sleep from what she gathered he needed Lots of it. She gave an obvious frown as he crinkled his nose as if the scent of something fowl had taken hold of his nose... she new he was doing the motion of her own scent, as his scent splayed heavily in the air she did not repulse knowing it would be rude and she was used to it having walked many times thought the woods of non other than tree clan.... the decaying scent of leafs made up most of the heavy scent his pelt carried. she tilted her head and with all her might she refused to snarl at him for his harshness as he spoke "What are you looking at?", after all nothing wrong had taken place no crossing of borders or stealing of prey a simple longing to once again run under the thick layers of canopy but that was nothing to be to much ashamed of. She then cast a wrathful glare at him before bitterly and or sharply replying "Well if I'm not mistaken it would seem an Elder Stuck in a Young Warriors Pelt" his stiff composure and rough comment actually did remind her of the Famous Attitudes Elders.

Thistlefang