[Empress Of Evil]

Originally Posted by Lonestar23

@Empress Of Evil

The brown tabby didn't normally come to the border. But, today, he was bored-- and thought he might as well. Why not? There was always someone around. Some cat from another Clan was always hanging around. The smallest of smirks spread over his maw. While it seemed Falconclaw was overly ambitious and not a good cat, he did have good in him! He did! It was their problem if they decided they didn't want to deal with it. An aggravated growl escaped him as he sat down, curling his tail around his paws. And, he had partly expected to see Spottedsong here. She was always sneaking away. So Falconclaw suspected her of being a traitor. If that was true, he would catch her now and get rid of her. The tom's hues narrowed-- in his mind there wasn't too much room for traitors. Though he, personally, had never had a reason to be one. After all, there were plenty of cats who would die to be his friend in his own Clan. Weren't there? If he were being honest with himself, Falconclaw was pretty vain. Very vain, as a matter of fact.
　
And, while that might not be good? He didn't mind it. As long as he was able to keep ahold of his loyalty he would be fine. After all, the Clans wanted loyal warriors. Not humble, kind, and gentle ones. No one would ever get to be leader if all the Clans had were humble, kind, gentle warriors. Falconclaw yawned, now rolling over onto his side. The lighter fur on his belly seemed to clash with the darker brown and black tabby stripes of the tom. He looked... bored. And perhaps that was because he actually was, or maybe it was because his expression was constantly bored. Falconclaw's eyes flashed for a moment before he got back to his paws. If a RiverClan cat came by at this second, or one of his own clanmates, he would probably get hurt; not all cats were as forgiving as he was. He would never kill a RiverClan cat for just laying along the border. Hurt them, sure... teach them a lesson if they were crossing the border. Not even the tip of a whisker was anywhere near the border.
　
So, Falconclaw decided that he was probably in a pretty good spot right now. A pleased purr began to emit from the tom's throat and chest as he closed his green hues. He looked pretty happy for the moment being. Perhaps it was just being out of camp, or maybe he liked the scent of the marshier, less pine-like scent of RiverClan. Though, for the rough warrior? That was doubtful. It was more then doubtful, it was... very, very strange. That was definitely out of the question for Falconclaw.

Paws thudded softly along the ground as Cloudrain skipped to the border. Yes. Skipped. The she-cat was rather optimistic. More optimistic than the average cat. She always tried to see the positive side of things and refused to look on the bad side. Some times, this meant she tended to neglect problems in life, only to realise that there really was a problem only when things had gotten very bad. It became a bit of a problem at times, although Cloudrain had managed to solve problems before, surely she could continue to do that? The silver tabby had no plans to change her ways, she was perfectly fine with the way she was. After all, why would anyone ever want to completely change the way they were? Cloudrain had been living with this personality from the day she had been born! And being exact, that was thirty three moons. No, she was happy the way she was. She would change for anyone. That wouldn't make her unique anymore, and she loved being unique. That's why she was special. And it wasn't just her, everyone was special in their own way.

Cloudrain was quickly brought out of her thoughts as she slowed to a halt. She had reached the border between RiverClan and ThunderClan. The silver tabby quite liked the border. It was peaceful, well, except for the occasional border skirmishes between the two clans. Other than that, this was a pretty nice place. It was one of her favourite places to visit in fact. There weren't many places that could beat this border. She loved it. It was the place she went to when she just felt like calming down. Although she rarely ever wanted to calm down. She was happy being bubbly. But she just liked to visit this place anyway. It was a beautiful place and she liked to sit down and admire the nature. It was rather rare that she ran into other cats at the border. If she did, she tried to start up a nice conversation with them. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't. It was simply a matter of whether the cat was going to be hostile towards a cat like her. Most were, after all, you can't just ignore the fact that she's from an opposing clan.

Looking around the see if there were any cat around, her icy blue gaze quickly found the pelt of a ThunderClan tom. "Hello!" she greeted cheerfully as she padded up to him. It really didn't seem to matter to the warrior that she was from another clan. She couldn't resist having a good conversation. This cat looked friendly enough. But then again, everyone looked friendly to Cloudrain.