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Originally Posted by fenic!
Parading into the Riverclan camp, the she-cat didn't seem at all affected by her escapade into Shadowclan territory, nor was she that wary of the strange cat she met- Iceclaw, was he? She'd almost forgotten his own name, only a few moments after she'd left to go back home. Honestly, he's not that bad- for a Shadowclan cat, I guess. Smiling from the prospect of having met a new friend, the tricolored molly ambled into the clearing, grinning and looking for a place to rest her paws. Thistlesplash was tired of having to walk around, letting fallen pine needles pierce her pads and itch her paws annoyingly as she tried to find her way home. The forest the other clan lived in was beautiful, but it seemed to conceal hidden dangers, whether they were simple annoyances or if they were something bigger- though the Riverclan warrior didn't exactly take notice of it during all of her wandering. Letting out a deep sigh, she was glad of one thing- she'd recently gotten a new apprentice, and he was the son of one of her friends- Spicepaw. Russetswirl's son, was he? Seemed to be a fiery dude, but she'd assume the best of him for now- in fact, the fact that one of her old friends already had kits, it was... strange. Everyone around her was falling in love, where she was just finding more and more friends- would she ever have a love life, something so exciting as being with the one you love?
Letting out a short giggle at her thoughts, she took a seat next to another warrior, trying to bask in the sun quietly as the she-cat finally rested from her long walk earlier in the day. "Oh- hey, Cloudyfoot!" She grinned towards the tom sitting next to her, a cat she'd seen around camp before- she wasn't the best with names, honestly- but there was something about this cat that made her want to remember, to keep him in mind.
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Not noticing the arrival of his denmate, Cloudyfoot was utterly surprised by Thistlesplash, so much so, that heleapt almost a fox-length into the air, his manner eyes stricken with fear. As the senior warrior landed with a dull thud on the ground, he whipped towards the she-cat, his skittishness now driven from his eyes, suddenly replaced by anger, and then a slight calm. Though hisbpelt was still ruffles and on end, Clousyfoot's voice was calm and friendly, as though he were greeting an old friend, though he barely knew Thistlesplash. The tom had always seen her more than tgevother she-cats that were talking to him, and ever since Pebblesong's disapearence, he had always been in a daze while speaking, as though he were in s dream, though while talking to the beautiful she-cat, he felt oddly awake.
"Hey," Cloudyfoot mewed heartedly, his amber eyes flickering with interest, "You seem very intrigued," he observed, cocking his head to one side as though he had a question. "Hold that thought," Cloudyfoot mewed as he let to his paws and rushed to the fresh-kill pile, his tail waving with eagerness. He lowered his head to the pile, picking out one trout that was plump and still moist from the river.
"I hope you don't mind sharing,"Cloudyfoot mewed as he placed the trout before Thistlesplash, "We can talk over a little prey." A smile was painted across Cloudyfoot's maw, flicking his tail, gesturing for Thistlesplash to take the first bite.
It was tempting for Cloudyfoot to wolf down the trout, it being his favorite piece of prey, though he restrained himself, making sure that he was polite, as his mother had taught him.