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Originally Posted by Constellation
Since Shadowclan had been destroyed for the tom being, they were settling within riverclan. Which wasn't all that bad really. There were a lot more cats. Different cats. Something Bronzeflash loved. He adored sickeningly causing trouble for everyone. His father--no doubt was annoyed with his manner, but that was how Bronzeflash was. A trouble maker. Like, he was now. Bored, but still somewhat thinking of causing trouble. Honeythistle wanted him to be good. Strawberrythorn wanted him to be safe. Bronzeeflash just wanted to...oh! Well, his eyes looked up, catching sight of a brown furred she cat. Just on the other side of the border. Wait! The border...? When did he make it here? Nevermind that, she looked like the perfect specimen to become ''friends'' with. More so, a pawn in case Bronzeflash did come up with some type of ''fun'' plan to play on. So, like he didn't care, and that he owned the world, the thick furred tom trotted towards her, throwing her as much of a charming smile that he could. ''Hey, you look bored,'' He chuckled, shaking his head in a cool manner. ''Same old, same old, eh?'' As he made his towards her, he circled around her, observing her physical attributes. ''Thunderclan, I'm guessing?'' He stopped in front of her, his seemingly green eyes flashing golden under the sun's light.
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Chestnutsong blinked, catching sight of a ginger tom. She raised an eyebrow as he grew closer and began to speak. The brown molly turned, watching the tom as he circled around her.
"Well, I am patrolling this side of the border. And smell strongly of Thunderclan. Yes, I am a warrior of thunderclan" The young warrior mewed in her sweet sounding voice,
"So your Riverclan? How do you like fish and swimming?" Her eyes flashed as she glanced at the tom, grinning. She only met a few cats at the gathering, and none as interesting as the tom seemed to be. She liked talking to others, seeing where their conversations would lead, she did it to most of the toms within 10 moons of her in her clan already. The molly flicked her gaze over the tom, looking at the muscles that showed through his fur. She was on guard, just in case he was a threat to her.