...Takin' the patrol...

[squee.]

A flame color tabby made it's way silently along the border of the River. Soft, bright amber scanned the Thunderclan border-line, searching for any signs of the Thunderclan warriors. Moons ago, she would have easily scented the cats of Thunderclan but many things have passed that had taken warriors. Her eyes narrowed for a moment at the thought of Morningstar's death, shortly followed by Mustangspirit and Aurorapelt though the she-cat dismissed the thought and continued her patrol. She stopped dead in her tracks as a twig snapped in the distance, her gaze falling to Thunderclan again searching for the soruce of the sound.

[Roxie !]

Batclaw froze,realizing that he had accidently stepped on a small twig.And what was more, RiverClan scent filled the air.Black and brown pelt bristling uncomfortabley, he stepped forward, tensing himself incase the RiverClanner had crossed the border...and was looking for a fight.But when he recognized the flame-colored pelt, Batclaw froze, blinking in silence.

Trixiepelt?

[squee.]

Trixiepelt's ears pricked forward at the familiar voice of the Thunderclan tom. The two became close friends during a fire moons ago, when Riverclan and Thunderclan had formed together durning a great time of need. Without thinking, she paddeded to the Riverclan border...her whiskers just barely crossing the border. Her soft amber eyes searching Thunderclan's terrain for the familiar pelt of her friend.

[Roxie !]

Batclaw blinked his amber eyes, recognizing Trixiepelt without a doubt as the she-cat grew nearer.Without thinking of the rivalry that ran occasionally between the two Clans, Batclaw bounded down the slope and skidded to a stop at the bottom,landing a few inches away from Sunningrocks.Whiskers twitching intently, the warrior slowed his pace and padded slowly and warily along the border, not daring to cross it.Finally, he reached his friend, and blinked gentley at her.

Er..hi!

Batclaw meowed awkwardly, with a nod of greeting to Trixiepelt.

[le Dawnz]

OOC//I know what's gonna happen! -sing song voice and does a little dance-\\

[squee.]

Trixiepelt's whiskers twitched in amusement as her friend refused to cross the border. Shaking her head slightly she added, "We're all friends here" She meowed, lightly pressing her muzzle into the cheek of Batclaw. She knew better to ask any questions about Thunderclan, it only reminded one of the clan boundries. She let out a slight purr of amusement as she stepped back to Riverclan's side of the border. "So, how are you doing?" She asked.

[Roxie !]

Batclaw blinked and relaxed, letting the slightly prickley fur on his back lie flat at Trixiepelt's friendly manner.He let out a soft purr and flicked his tale, gaze softening.

I'm okay...you know, just patroling, hunting...the boring life of a warrior.

He joked, narrowing his eyes and giving Trixiepelt a gentle, friendly nudge.Batclaw looked his friend up and down briefly, and sighed inwardly.These days, Trixiepelt was one of his closest friends, and she wasn't even of ThunderClan.It just prooved that no matter what Clan you came from, cats were cats, and could be friends if they tryed....If only other cats could see this.

What about you?

Batclaw asked curiously, diverting his thoughts from this and waiting for a response.

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"Ah. You know same ol same 'ol" Trixiepelt purred the reply. Her flame colored pelt mixing perfectly with the orange plants surrounding her. Though her soft amber eyes stood out perfectally. Her haunches flawlessly lowered as she sat on the ground, her flame-tabby pelt resting around her paws. "So...are you ready for Leaf-bare?" She asked the tom, glancing around the scene. No doubt winter was just creeping around the corner.

((O.o DAWNERZ I didn't even see you posted lol))

[Roxie !]

(Lmao!!)

<sub>Batclaw sighed and shrugged, his yellow eyes sweeping the scenic terrain around them. The once completely green forest had now began to edge-hue all shades of brown,red, orange, and yellow.A one or two had even fallen early. All were signs that Leaf-Fall was just around the corner, and with it, Leaf-Bare.

ThunderClan terrain had always gone under the most dramtic Leaf-Fall changes, seeing as their territory was mostly forest.And it almost pained Batclaw to see the wonderful Green-leaf scenery ebbing away.Soon, prey loss would catch up with it, and Greencough would invade the forest.The river would freeze over and a thin white blanket would ensnare the ground.

Is any cat EVER ready? Batclaw half-joked in reply, eyes glimmering in half amusement, half sadness.But yeah, ready as I'll ever be.What about you?</sub>

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"Ah. Leaf-Fall is the best time of year for me!" Trixiepelt purred her flame colored pelt just barely stood out agaisnt the changing leaves of the forest. Her soft amber eyes scanned the clearing again before she added, "Besides, there's no better time to fish then now" She added. Many species of fish swam up river during these times and Riverclan always took advantage of this. For a moment, Trixiepelt was sure she could scent Riverclan but she shook the thought off agian....Riverclan often let her take patrols alone without even checking with her until she returned. Again her soft gaze rested on the Thunderclan tom as she waited for him to add anything. An unlikely friendship had been uncovered during a fire that raged through the clans terrain many moons ago.

[Roxie !]

<sub>Batclaw purred softly and nodded in agreement.Leaf-Fall's not so bad. he meowed.As if to emphisize this statement, a cool eastern wind blew, ruffling to tom's black and brown fur.It's Leaf-bare I'm worried about.

Leaf-Bare was a harsh season, bringing Greencough, among other sicknesses, chilled weather, and prey lossage.There was always the threat of a rare blizzard as well.Batclaw grimaced at the thought; how could the Clans take such a tragedy right now? The River would freeze over, and RiverClan would no longer be able to rely on their fish. He sighed.What a harsh season it was which was now approaching the forest,threatening all Clans.

Batclaw shook his head slightly, as if to relieve himself of these thoughts.His yellow gaze fixed once again on Trixiepelt, blinking at his friend with a sigh. Sometimes, Batclaw wished he could go out patroling or hunting with the she-cat, but this was impossible.They were in seperate Clans.

Hey, have you scented ....WindClan in your territory lately? We found scents near the Great Sycamore, and bloodshed and black fur.And now..Nightstar's missing. Batclaw changed the subject now, with a glimmer of worry in his optics. He did not need to further voice his suspisions.</sub>

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"There's nothing to be worried about. Thunderclan has an entire forest...and Riverclan has" Trixiepelt cut off for a moment, it was times like this is why she wished Morningstar was still here. No one else knew it but Riverclan was slowly falling apart. With no leader or deputy to lead the clan, the warrios where in loss. Riverclan had sent out at least four patrols everyday plus any cat would wander the borders for a patrol. Though she refused to admit any type of weakness, Trixiepelt felt completely drained today. At Batclaw's news of Nightshade, she pressed her muzzle into the tom's shoulder again "Im sorry to hear that....but I've scented nor have I heard anything about Windclan" She meowed truthfully. Her gaze rested on her friends sympathically though they flashed to downriver as she heard a lound CRASH! Her amber eyes widened as she realized what was making the noise. A new tornado touched and was headed right toward them. She gave the tom a terrified look and she turned to flee....but it was too late....she felt her paws lift off the ground as the tornado took her in.