Owl'eyes had spotted the other tom quite some time ago, the shifting of a pelt below catching his attentio. At first he'd wondered if it might be a intruder -or one of those other clan cats- but he was quite relieved to catch that familiar Windclan scent in the breeze from their general direction. As they got closer he recognized them as Maple'patch, someone whom he'd never really spoken to before, but wouldn't be opposed to - the other seemed nice after all.

"Heya Maple'patch!" Owl'eyes greeted, offering a warm and friendly smile. "How ya doin today?" He shuffled a bit on his spot, wriggling so that he was slightly facing the other as he spoke.

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-P.O.V. Aspen- (last one for a bit)
-Location: Inside foreign Clan Territory-

Aspen heard murmuring voices nearby and he snapped back to attention. He crouched deeper inside the bush and tried to listen to their words.
“Yeah, Nice training session today. Go grab some food” a voice spoke. A few responded and soon they were all out of listening distance. Aspen hopped up and quickly worked his way out of the brambles and took off for the border. That was way to close for comfort, and he truly didn’t want to get caught. His ear twitched and he thought he saw movement off to the side, but he was almost to the border, if he could cross it he would be out soon and could go rest back at the twoleg place. A large shape slammed into his side and he gasped as the two cats tumbled. A small wiry black tom was standing on his neck, though thankfully, Aspen noted, with claws sheathed.
“Who are you? Why are you on ShadowClan territory?” He hissed. Aspen figured this wasn’t the time to be defensive. Maybe this cat would let him go.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t realize! I don’t even know what a ‘ShadowClan’ is!” Aspen was surprised. How was a cat this small so strong? He pushed against the other cats paws. “Will you let me up? I was just leaving!” Aspen added. The black cat narrowed his eyes.
“Did you steal any prey?” He asked.
“No! Who do you think I am? A rogue?” Aspen hissed.
“Hah, if you think only rogues steal your food you’re a mouse-brain” the little cat hissed. “Are you from that new clan.. WindClan? You have to follow the Clan laws you know!”
“What!? No! I’m not from that weird place! I didn’t even know it was real! Listen, I’ll just leave, it was a mistake to come here!” Aspen responded.
“Hmph, you better. I’ll be watching you.” The small tom released Aspen and Aspen got up, shook out his fur, and charged back toward the border. He couldn’t scent the black tom anywhere as he crossed, and he quickly made his way back to the twoleg place, his mind spinning. Once he was back in the poppies he let out a breath and finally slowed down. He still went straight to the twoleg place, planning to go and take a nap again. He could eat later.

((Alright I’m sorry for making such a long thing by myself ehe.. I’m sorry hopefully it doesn’t clog the thread too much.. I’m done for now.. probably.. Aspen will be asleep for a while but he will be open again later…))

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``Maple'Patch, who had just sat down, looked up at the tom Infront of him and while they weren't friends, he definitely has nothing against him. He though of that cat as rather kind and so he spoke to him, even though he was usually careful with his words.``

"I'm fine thanks, what about you? Have you hunted yet or are you just taking a break? If you haven't hunted..."

``it was hard for Maple'Patch to ask for things, especially if it would seem like he was desperate or at least wanted the attention``

".. would you want to hunt with me?"

``he looked away for a second and then back, he hoped that the cat would agree to his offering, secretly wishing for someone to talk to``

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"Sure!" Owl'eyes response came quickly, without much hesitation. He did need to hunt -it wouldn't have felt right if he just returned to camp empty pawed after all, especially after how long he'd been gone. "I'm not too much of a good hunter though, but I've been practicing!" He could find prey pretty well, though when he had one in his clutches, often forgot that it wasn't like a toy mouse and would instead squirm and wriggle to get away from here. Live prey was so different, though he liked to believe that he was getting better and better at it with time.

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``Maple'Patch lightened up at the tom's response, he truely had hope that he would say yes and when he did he smiled inside. Would this be the right cat to become friends with? Should he really trust him? He could at least give it a chance right? But why was the other doubting himself? Maple'Patch was sure that the other couldn't be that bad.``

"I'm sure you are just fine, come on, let get going"

``he stood up and jumped of the branch, landing on all fours with ease and waiting for the other to get down. He hope that the hunt would be successful and that they would be able to bring back multiple pieces of fresh prey.``

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"Righty-o!"

Owl'eyes waits until the other is out of the tree before jumping down himself, landing on the soft earth with a quiet thud. He walked a few paces forward, closing his eyes and parting his jaws slightly. It was much better to focus that way, as he often relied on scent before sight. His head jerked suddenly to the left and his eyes opened, tail flicking in the air excitedly. "I smell a squirrel that-a-way! Nearby, either in or close to one of the trees!" His voice dropped to a whisper-yell, not wanting to alert or startle any prey.

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Silver'thorn trods through Windclan territory, the large molly gripping a bundle of soaking wet moss in her jaws. It's a nice day out with little to no injuries within the clan, they would be fine if she took a bit of time to step out. Besides, it was important.

Making her way to the very edge of twolegplace, she sets her moss bundles down, head lowering to sniff at another bundle of moss that was once wet but now dried up. Despite her large paws, she moves the moss away with care, small sprouts visible underneath. Good. Her idea of growing her own herbs had worked, and she would hopefully have a backup supply once it was too hot or too cold for herbs to thrive. Replacing the dries moss with her new wet ones, she opted to walk around, looking for either more herbs or some prey.

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``as soon as Maple'Patch heard Owl'Eye's words, he fell into a low stance, pressing his body to the ground. He looked around, letting the air fill his nose and trying to figure out where the smell came from. The tom was right, squirrel and the direction seemed correct as well. How could the other cat think he wasn't a great warrior, he seemed great already! Maple'Patch slowly lifted a paw after another, sneaking up to the tree, where he now saw the squirrel. He concentrated on the prey and jumped, catching the squirrel and quickly killing it.``

"Nice, a meaty squirrel! The clan will be happy!" ``Maple'Patch muttered through his full mouth``

"Let's find something more for you, I'm sure you'll do great" ``the tom looked at the other and turned around, ready to find the next piece to bring home``

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@ Nill (#259465)

-P.O.V Aspen-
-Location: Poppy fields near Twoleg Place-

Aspen couldn’t fall asleep for his nap. He had rolled around, kicked the twoleg trash, but his mind wouldn’t let him rest. So he had decided to go out, back into the poppy fields. Part of him was just bored, the other part was hungry, and the final part wondered whether he might meet another cat again. He was starting to get curious about these ‘Clans’ and he figured this ‘WindClan’ was the place to start, considering the first cat he saw didn’t attack him right away. He was wondering aimlessly through the poppies, his ears flicking back and forth but he wasn’t really listening for anything. He scented a mouse a moment to late as he also saw the little shape darting into a hole. He peered at it’s hole for a moment then shrugged and kept wandering. Sure he was hungry, but he still couldn’t decide if hunting here would be considered stealing or not. So maybe he would wait. He stretched his jaws in a wide yawn, as he walked. He hoped that whatever cat he might come across was nice enough, or scared enough, to not attack him. As his mind wandered and replayed his past few encounters, Aspen wandered through the flowers, not paying attention to anything.

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"Woah, good job!" Owl'eyes watched in awe as the other seemed to effortlessly catch the squirrel. Maple'patch was a good hunter it seemed, and he was absolutely determined to not screw up whatever was caught next. "Now, let's see..." He began padding away, as the prey in this spot would probably be hiding now. He opted for a spot near some bushes, opening his mouth to say something before promptly tripping over a hole. "Oh, ow-" He bounced to his paws, sniffing at the hole. "It's a rabbit hole! I think rabbits always have more then one, so maybe we can try scaring it out? Better find that other hole first though.." He trailed off, scouring the grass for the sight of another hole.

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Hmm...A cat. SIlver'thorn inhaled deeply, the taste of an unfamiliar cat resting on her tongue. They didn't carry Windclan scent, and were fairly easy to track among the poppies. Her coat stood out amongst the bright flowers so she didn't bother even trying to sneak, merely following the scent until she came across the cat. Thankfully she happened to be downwind, with the wind blowing their scent towards her and not the other way around. She absentmindedly wondered what to do before clearing her throat, calling out a quiet, but sharp "Hey" in the cats direction.

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@Arthur/Yams (He/Him) (#326665)

Ollie thanked Cloveredgaze, but still respectfully declined the fresh-kill, insisting he shouldn't eat again so soon. The large maine-coon looked around the camp, his eyes landing on the warrior's den for a moment, a silent wonder of how any cat could sleep outside grew, but he kept his thoughts to himself as he thought it'd be rude to just randomly ask the she-cat.

Looking around camp, he found random things scattered on the ground that he decided to gather up and organize, such as petals that littered the place, and leaves that managed to fly out this far. He had a look in his eyes that made it seem like he was worried about something.

::Playing:: 𝒪𝓁𝓁𝒾𝑒

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|| Clovered’Gaze ||

She smile slightly then putted the prey down,leaving it for another cat. she look around the camp,looking for something to do. she shrug as she walked over to the apprentices den were some warriors fixing it after a gust of wind knocked some limbs over.

Clovered’Gaze grabbed a few sticks and began to help the warriors fix it faster,she knew some of the warriors wanted to go out and hunt for their clan so she help them as fast as she can. after she was finished,she kick the extra sticks in case a kit tripped over them and got hurt. she sigh as she stretched. she walk over to a shaded spot and sat down,cleaning her fur.

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``Berryfrost had ignored the other cats in the camp as he strolled to the pile, looking at the prey skeptically before grabbing one in his jaws at random. Despite the size of the pile, he didn't think there'd be much left for long, so he figured he might try to actually hunt soon instead of just practicing. Thinking back to the strange encounter earlier, he wondered if he should have tried to take the prey away from that cat. He knew for certain the cats in the forest would have handled the situation much differently if some loner was stealing form their territory.

``Berryfrost's tail flicked for a moment before he recalled something. Marking territory. He knew that some cats did that, and that was probably what windclan was supposed to do, too, but Ollie had always insisted on leaving the borders open. The older tom annoyed him in some ways that he couldn't explain. He didn't hate him, but he wasn't fit to be a stand-in for a leader, and in no way did Berryfrost think he should have the right to speak on behalf of the clan if it came down to it. However, there was one thing Ollie was that a lot of other cats weren't.

``Patient and annoyingly kind. The cat didn't even sleep outside because he doesn't like how the atmosphere gets his fur all matted and wet.
Back when Berryfrost was a kittypet named Bear-bear, he used to live with Ollie before even knowing there was a whole world out there to explore. Honestly, he didn't think the old two-leg had even noticed him missing yet, even though it's been over a season since he'd left. Though there was always a chance that the twoleg saw him outside occasionally and maybe that was enough to let the old beast know he was alright out there on his own.

``His blue eyes watched the cats in the clan silently, contemplating which ones were actually fit to be a true clan cat and which ones were ... just here.

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@ Nill (#259465)

-P.O.V. Aspen-
-Location: Poppy fields near Twoleg Place-

Aspen flinched as he heard another “Hey”. He turned around, flicking his ears backwards. He immediately went on the defense seeing the large gray she-cat.
“Who are you? Are you part of that weird.. ‘Clan-thing’? I’m not stealing, I’m just walking and I don’t know where your borders are!” He growled gruffly, dumping some of his annoyances on this random cat. After he spoke he took a minute to analyze her. She was fairly large, and had many scars. The other cat he had seen didn’t seem to have scars and his demeanor was a little bit softer than this cat seemed in his opinion. Now he was worried he spoke too soon. What if this was another loner like him? Or worse, she could be a rogue that he’d just made mad with his accusations. His fur prickled slightly, and his tail flicked back and forth.

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-P.O.V. Holly’Fern-
-Location: WindClan Camp-

Holly’Fern stretched out her limbs. She rolled over in her nest, yawning widely. She pushed herself up to her feet and wandered out of the den to the center of camp. As she walked, she smiled and nodded to the occasional warrior she saw, even giving a few a kind ‘Good Morning!’ Though she knew others wouldn’t consider this time morning. She didn’t care what time she woke up, and neither should other cats, as long as she did what she was supposed to, which as far as she knew was spend time with other cats and keep the over all vibe of camp cheerful, no one should bother her about her sleep schedule. She found a sunny place to lay down and start grooming her pelt. Her red fur seemed to attract all sorts of dust and grasses from her nest. She always liked to clean it thoroughly, and she thought of it as a time where she could converse with other cats, maybe give advice, but most of the other warriors went about their own duties. Today was no different as the warriors milled about fixing dens, cleaning, leaving to go out in the poppy fields. She yawned and stretched out in the sun spot, closing her eyes.

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Clan thing? Was that what other cats saw it as? They weren't wrong, they were sort of a rag-tag sort of group. Still, not a good way to be known, in her opinion at least. "Windclan, not 'clan-thing'" She corrected, ends of her mouth slopped downwards in a frown. "And I never said you were stealing" What a weird cat, did that mean that they planned on stealing? Perhaps, though there were no rules about stealing, and she wasn't sure what to do if one did. There really should be a rule for these things -and alot more- but she didn't mind living without rules, as she'd always done. "But these fields do eventually lead to my clans camp, which you'll find if you keep walking as you are. Our borders may be undefined, but no one will appreciate a loner walking too close to their den-space"

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