[Zath]

Originally Posted by PhantomSpecter

"Weather isn't too bad today." Yes, Heavystep was commenting to nocat about the weather, but he always appreciated the nicer, not wet days, and they deserved to be acknowledged out loud. Rainy weather was by far his least favorite weather, and unfortunately for him, it was new-leaf. Oh yeah, he should also go back to checking the border more thoroughly. Maybe it was only an excuse to briefly vacate camp to escape being assigned duties, but he did have an appearance to uphold. He was pretty sure WindClan would not appreciate the massive orange tabby idly strolling along their border. At least if he LOOKED like he was doing something, he'd be less likely to be questioned. Of course if it was a cat he knew on the other side, who was to say he would engage in some friendly chatting? Another reason why he went alone to the border, some of his clanmates could get their tails in a twist for something so simple as seeing another patrol and honestly, the less fighting the better. He froze suddenly, there was a butterfly! It was one of those white ones, but pretty nonetheless. It landed on a bush nearby, in WindClan territory and he crouched down to get a good look at it, simply enjoying the bug.

@Zath

Hawkshade's eyes narrowed as the scent of a Thunderclan cat rolled to him on the wind.
The lean tom had been hanging about the border for some time, thinking that knowing Thunderclan wasn't meddling would help with some of his nervous energy.
He saw a huge orange tabby.
On HIS side of the WINDCLAN Border.
I think NOT. the brown tabby thought viciously.
Slinking low to the ground, he crept up just where he could see the orange tabby.
"What in the name of Starclan does he think he's playing at?" Hawkshade asked himself.
"he... oh great Stars. He's playing with a butterfly! like a KIT." he hissed under his breath, watching the orange tom fiddle with the white butterfly.
If Hawkshade himself had been, maybe 10 moons younger, he would have played with the butterfly too. But he had a duty.
Keep strangers out.

(Hawk's philosophy of borders: Stranger danger! Don't know you, don't recognize you? GET OUT)