[BEAR.]

Originally Posted by Hexict

Trotting through the moors, Newtflecks stuck out like soot on snow. His black pelt was clear to see on the open moors, even if it wasn't leaf-bare it would be very easy to spot him. The tom came to a stop for a moment and looked around the area. He closed his eyes for a moment and took in a deep breath. Newtflecks enjoyed coming out onto the territory by himself a lot. It helped that he didn't really have anyone else to spend time with. The warrior would sit around and talk to Flashfury, but he always seemed busy, trying to fulfill his warrior duties. He could understand, given that Flashfury must feel as though he has to prove himself due to who his father was. Meanwhile, Newtflecks felt that he may be letting his clan-mates down. The cats on his mother's side of the family were respected, but he was not living up to them. And then he knew nothing about his father's side. Was he letting them down too? The tom couldn't help but feeling like he had somehow.

When he felt like this, he always escaped to the territory. In a swift movement, the dappled tom was running through the moor. It helped him clear his mind and calm down. He always felt free while running. Almost like flying, as it he were a bird. Maybe he could fly away from this place? He cared about Flashfury, but in these moments, he just thought about leaving all of this behind. Go someplace where he couldn't disappoint people. Become free of his family. This thought caused him to slow down. He was reminded how much he loved his family and he didn't wish to forget them. Even when they were gone and he was left feeling lonely. They were always there for him, even when his clan-mates were harsh towards him.

Newtflecks suddenly came to a stop. After slowing down he had finally noticed somebody move around the moor. Their pale fur had kept them hidden from Newtflecks when had been further away, but not he could make out a cat moving around. The tom quickly panic when he realized that he did not recognize this cat, kicking himself for not paying attention when he was running. With great hesitation, he slowly began moving towards the stranger as he noticed that there wasn't any other warriors around for back-up. In a moment he froze with shock as he stared at the tom. His pale golden fur looked almost exactly like Lionkit's. The was so strong that the younger tom actually opened his mouth to call out to his deceased sibling. With the realization that this tom did not have any black markings, he quickly shut his mouth. Though Lionkit had very little black markings, it was still distinguishable. After a moment of reminding himself that Lionkit was dead, he continued to confront the trespasser.

"H-hey!" The call sounded weak as his voice trembled. Clearing worried about this confrontation, Newtflecks hardly looked like a threat. "You're o-on Windclan territory!"

Wheat's ear flicked when he was called to, and he glanced at the black and white female that approached him. "What gave that away?" he asked sharply, irritated the she-cat was telling him his location like he didn't know. "You ought to know better than assume non-WindClanners are unaware of their surroundings. I know where I am." And he had no plans on leaving for the moment. The cat confronting him wasn't intimidating in the slightest. And she reminded him of Dapplestar, the old leader of WindClan from his youth.

Interesting. Didn't his brother get with one of her daughters?

"I'm looking for someone," he informed her coldly. "Not that it's any of your business, rabbit-chaser."

(he'll call newt female pronouns until he's corrected)