[doghouse]

Originally Posted by Moonfang

{ @Spirited Darkness }

Björne looked around the outer territory, his yellow orbs flickering around to spot any nearby intruders. After that, he slowly lowered his head and drank from the small pond. Feeling the cold water run down his throat, he rose his head, and licked his lips. After a quick groom of his naturally ruffled, soft fur, he walked to a nearby hallow tree and rested, his ears flicking to catch any sound.

Stride padded along the cold forest, the permanent limp in his hind leg more visible than usual due to how tired he was. He didn't quite have the energy to try and hide it, as he was quite a bit farther from his home than he'd meant to go. He wasn't worried though. The reddish brown tom got lost quite often, and rarely did he never find his way back to his home just a tree length outside of ThunderClan territory. He had yet to explore there, but was planning on doing so soon, as he found the place quite interesting.
Pausing, he scented the smell of a nearby cat and looked around with wide, green blue eyes that shone with both uncertainty and curiosity. If whoever this was was friendly, then way to go, and if not, oh well. He doubted anybody would attack him. Shifting, the pale, jagged scars that went down his leg caught the light, and he tried to fluff out his fur to hide them a little. The young tom didn't really like to show his weakness, which was of course his limp and scars, and his past. Not that he knew much about his past.
Looking around, the reddish, black, and white tom spotted a small pond, and then a hollow tree in which he spotted an unfamiliar face. Stopping so that he was a few fox lengths away, he purposefully snapped a twig under his paw, then lowered his head in greetings. “Hi.” Stride meowed carefully, keeping his tone light but cautious, as he didn't know how this stranger would react.