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[MONSTER <3]

[bg=faf0ee][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true] Russetfoot padded through the tall grass that gave Meadowclan its name, feeling the earth surrounding her paws felt good. . . if only she was on her own. The she-cat glanced back at the cat behind her; Batpelt. She didn't mind him, but sometimes she just wished she could be doing things on her own, but noooope. She sighed 'things must be done in groups! we're a clan! She made the annoyed high-pitched voice of nobody in particular in her mind. Well, she couldn't change it, but it didn't mean she had to adore the idea. The bob tailed she-cat led the patrol i guess along the border of Pineclan and Meadowclan. She remembered this border, and looked across it for a moment, her ears flickered to listen for any traces of noise. Her memories lingered on Rainpaw, the love lost tom she had met what seemed like forever ago. She flicked one ear back before she continued to pad onwards. I wonder how he's doing. she thought curiously, unable to admit to herself that she had a bit of a soft spot for the tom. He was so confused, so lost, she just couldn't find a way to dislike him for that- not that she was about to admit it. Russetfoot outwardly sighed, trying to get a grip on real life instead of her thoughts. " You find anything? " She asked, glancing back for a moment before moving over to a pineclan tree that had decided to plant itself along the border. She reached up, letting her claws stretch as far as they could before digging them into the bark. She dragged them down the trunk, letting the bark fall away between her paws. “speaking color.”

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[bg=ffffd6] Patrol. This was a job Batpelt could handle. This was a job he could master. It required its participants to be alert, sharp, and observant, and of course, if Batpelt was anything...he was all three. Nothing escaped his watchful green eyes, nor his sharp nose, nothing. Not the tiniest shake of a bush, nor the most seemingly insignificant of smells. Mouse here, bird there. Fading scent border that someone would have to renew, certainly not him. Borders were still very much the 'alien' concept for the black tom, and as comfortable as he was watching them, actually enforcing them was another matter entirely. Best leave that end of the bargain to the possessive crazies that came up with the idea in the first place. Or their kin. He highly doubted the original inventors of the clan concept were still alive, though their decedents obviously were and stood before him. And of course, as decedents, it fell to them to continue such silly traditional practices as borders. Honestly. They were all cats weren't they? Members of the same species family, ya, so why couldn't they all be family? The more, the merrier, and he was willing to bet that it would get rid of a good deal of the many petty conflicts which consumed them almost daily. And with no conflict between them, the danger of him losing a member of his current family would go down considerably. Then again...asking for no conflict was an impossible demand. 'Silly me'. True to his nature, even as Batpelt mused over these thoughts, his ears remained in constant motion, working independent of each other for maximum awareness of the surroundings. Asking him if he'd found anything...Well. He'd found plenty, but he highly doubted that any of it would be of use to Russetfoot. Or rather, that she would see it as useful. The only thing worth mentioning in this situation might be the sound of pawsteps hitting the ground with enough rapidity to suggest someone was running; and over the meadowclan border too, judging by the direction. So why not go with that? "I didn't find anything persay, but I did hear something you might find concerning." the rake-thin warrior gestured with his head at something off in the distance. "We might have an intruder, if you'd care to pick up the pace." speaking

[MONSTER <3]

[bg=faf0ee][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true] The bobbed tail she-cat let herself land on her paws, ignoring the smaller pieces of bark scattered around her paws. It landed among the mixture of pine needles and dirt that Pineclan had been most famous for. Besides their beliefs, of course- in this area, religion mattered so much more than anything else really did. Russetfoot let out a little sigh. Or so it seems to mean the most. She thought, considering how many fights and little things seemed to be separated over a thing. She could understand fighting over a territory to an extent- it was their land, so they were going to defend it. But fighting over something as simple as if little dead furballs existed to 'look down' over them? She wanted to practically pull her fur out over such a stupid idea. Admittedly, she was not the one to be saying something like that. She had yelled at cats before that had went on and on about these precious 'dead cats'. But thats because they must have been chewing on too much catnip or something, because they made no sense whatsoever! Returning back to reality a bit, she realized that Batpelt was saying something. Had he really found something afterall? " I didn't find anything persay, but I did hear something you might find concerning. We might have an intruder, if you'd care to pick up the pace. "

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Russetfoot felt annoyance rise within her, imagining a Pineclan cat crossing over the border to try to capture some of Meadowclan's prey. Not that the fools would actually capture any- but if they did, then she had to do something about it! She followed Batpelt's gaze and turned toward that direction along the border. " Well then lets see what our little friend wants Meadowclan land for. " She said bitterly before she began sprinting alongside the border. She felt fury rise up within her as she ran, unable to stop herself from imagining Rainpaw running over the border. Had he befriended her just so that she might have mercy on his other clanmates? on him? Well, she refused to be the fool in that situation! She was not about to let even one Pineclan cat of easy, not just because she might have made a friend! Absolutely not!

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ooc; i forgot that monster said i didn't have to wait for nightfall and could post, so sorry for the wait! xD i'm not sure if nightfall is going to RP. O.o

AlmostalmostalmostGETITGETITGETIT— Bunny! Okay, maybe Mothwhisker was a little over-enthusiastic about catching rabbits, but hunting was really all he had ever been good at in life. As a fighter, Mothwhisker knew he was... pathetic, to say the least. So when he saw a big, juicy hare just sitting there, waiting to be caught, Mothwhisker hadn’t been able to resist. To be honest, he hadn’t come out here to hunt. He came out here for a breath of fresh air—a walk around, cool his nerves, that sort of thing. Ashamed as he was to admit, but his clan mates got a little too much for him to handle sometimes. Maybe it was the “Pineclan” gruffness all the other clans snickered about at Gatherings, but... yeah, it was the Pineclan gruffness. That was not to say Mothwhisker did not love his clan. In fact, the gruffness was... was endearing and gave his camp a rather cozy feel to it, like it was an old friend with a jaded disposition that only Mothwhisker was use to. But sometimes a cat just needed a break from his own clan, and this was Mothwhisker’s break. Chasing a (probably half-dead by now) hare around his territory had been a great way rid of the tension he had been feeling lately, but now it was time to end the little goose chase. Going back empty handed would just be rude, especially when he been gone for so long. With a huffing snort, Mothwhisker kicked up the pace and moved in for the kill, paws pounding into earth and joints rolling smoothly as he loped past a couple of pine saplings and— Tripped over one of their far-reaching roots, slamming face-first into the ground while the hare gracefully escaped his tumbling grasp and bounded off to freedom. ....Well, that was just embarrassing. And painful. Definitely... My noooooseeeee. Painful. SPEAKING [bg=596666][atrb=width,469,true] [atrb=border,0,true]

[MONSTER <3]

[bg=faf0ee][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true] Russetfoot continued to bound down the Meadowclan-Pineclan border, keeping her ears pricked for any noise that the might hear. Her eyes scanned the area in front of her- if anything decided to cross the Meadowclan border, she would see it for sure. Her ears picked up the sound of movement; grass shuffeling, paws hitting the dirt loudly, a chase. Suddenly a flash of white passed by, making her halt within her tracks. Was that- Her thought came to a halt when another bit of movement caught her eyes- and landed face first right in front of her paws. Russetfoot jumped back a bit, perplexed at what she had just witnessed. It was another cat. Suddenly she caught the scent, Pineclan scent and she hissed. " And just what do you think you're doing? " She said to the tom, who seemed to be more concentrated on his nose than his location. Her fur bristled as she waited for a response, knowing that this must have been the cat that Batpelt must have been speaking of. Well if he thinks he can just cross our border and get away with it, he's got another thing coming. She thought, knowing that she would have to deal with this accordingly. She was the head of the patrol, so she would, right? She could only hope that she would do it in the right way. “speaking color.”

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