testing boundries;; (icethorn, loki(?))

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the day was cool.

not freezing, but pleasantly cool, with a breeze that seemed to tug at a cat's fur. the scent of leafbare,however, was subtle, and one could easily tell that the cold would be upon them soon. however, no matter the cool breeze, the sunning rocks were still ever warm, and this is where laurelstorm found herself for the day.

laurelstorm wasn't being lazy, per say, - especially considering she had actually come out to hunt a bit of prey to bring back to camp. - but passing by the sunning rocks in attempt to find some food had proven to be quite useless. the she cat couldn't help but stop to warm her fur and relax a touch on the smooth stones.

taking that moment to wash her fur, she considered which route she would take back to camp once she hunted down some prey. maybe past the owl tree? she hummed softly to herself at the prospect, before pausing to lift her head and listen to the world around her. careful and alert she always was, one could never be too careful, even in their own territory. she adjusted her tail about her paws, and listened to the light lap of the nearby river.

it was peaceful here.

something that was hard won in an antsy cat like her. movement was vital to her, kept her blood flowing, her ears turning, her eyes watching, but taking a moment to sit and breath, to listen to the sound of a passing bird's call, to the splash of a frog jumping into the clear water, it almost made a cat want to lay down and take a nap.

however, considering she was on hunting duty, it wouldn't be the best idea, warm rocks be damned.

laurelstorm took one last moment to swipe a paw over her whiskers, and then stood, beginning to look about the area for the supposed 'pletiful prey'.

maybe she'd have better luck in the forest?

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Icethorn's whiskers twitched as the breeze changed and his gaze flickered briefly over RiverClan's side of the river, checking for any signs of RiverClan cats nearby. There were none. Good. "Unless you're doing something besides hunting, that is."[/div][/ul]
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(sorry i'm so late with this! ;-; oil, you could jump in with loki now, if you want)

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Loki

        The shadows were dark under the trees, yet they wouldn't stay still for long. With the days growing shorter and the moon raising much sooner every night. This caused the shadows to move just that much faster. A cat in waiting had to relocate every so often to keep himself hidden. Especially with the strong changing winds. Oh how he dreaded if they flowed the wrong way...

    Two half masked glows peered from the deep shadows right at the she on the rocks. He would've scoffed if not fearing he'd give himself away. The she-cat had come in when he was poking around for a meal. The black tipped mass was lucky to have been on his way out anyway. But she intrigued him.

    A lost kittypet? The lovely she-cat looked beautiful enough to have been groomed with a twoleg's care, but no. She searched like she was looking for something. A loner or rogue? Doubtful, he knew most of them, and he doubted he would never of heard of this cat before. A clan cat, most certainly then, he could see the subtle tone of muscle under the fur. 

    The silver-maned Ragdoll froze and then quickly ducked his head down to peek through some more densely packed leaves. A white cat started to enter from the opposite brush. The way he carried himself and held no hostilities to the she, he was a clanmate of the she. The tom seemed older then the she, flowing with alertness. He had to keep an eye on him.

    Slowly, as to not attract attention or to rustle the bush leaves, Loki got onto his black paws. He sniffed the air, trying to tell if there were more. Unlikely as it seemed, they must have been hunting, but he could never be to sure. While his nose worked, his eyes searched for a safe exit.

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laurelstorm couldn't help but furrow her brows, looking through different little pitfalls and sniffing about the area for some scent of prey. what she found, however, was nearly every trail that was there on the sunningrocks, was already a few days old, and he nose wrinkled at the thought. ah, it would seem that she'd need to get to the forest as it was the better option, but looking over her long fur, she huffed. of course she'd be trouble because of it, sadly, and her tail lashed once in growing annoyance.

"It's not likely you'll find any prey here; those rocks are too cold at this time of the year to attract any mice."

the voice startled her, especially since she didn't hear any one come up, and she immediately turned her head around, and then, down, to take in the sight of icethorn. the tom's well built frame had her lashing tail calming to the slight twitch of a tail, and she couldn't quite help but preen a little, puffing out her chest a touch, and tilting her head in, what she assumed, was an endearing sight.

"unless you're doing something besides hunting, that is."

his dry statement, however, had her freezing for a moment, and then, letting out a huff as she turned her head away from him. really, she had only stopped for just a few moments! she wasn't about to laze about! her tail lashed again, though not as fiercely as before, and she looked back to him, perching comfortably on top of the rocks

"of course i'm hunting! i simply stopped here to see if there was anything to catch about here. might as well check the border too, no?"

it was a double-edged claw, it seemed, to any cat who went on hunting patrol around the borders of territory. at times, the prey could smell the scent markings, and knew to keep away from places the clan cats often went. however, it seemed just inside the borders, the prey could flourish a touch. when hunting along the border, any time your duty could be interrupted to send another cat, clan or no, packing away from the territory. one reason why laurelstorm liked hunting along the borders. while it was a bit harder, there was always a chance to meet up with anyone wanting to sneak into the territory, and it gave a chance for her to flex her claws.

"never know what we might find."

however, the rustle of bush leaves had her ears turning toward the sound, and then, her entire body to said bushes. she pushed herself to her feet slowly, alert eyes caught on the moving leaves. she was too far to clearly see anything between the leaves, but she swore she could see the movement of fur. she began to move forward, her eyes wide and alert.

"icethorn."she hummed softly, her tone light. "seems we have a guest."


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(sorry, that turned out long.)

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Although he had to admit, checking the RiverClan border a bit more often than usual was probably not a bad idea. What with tensions rising between the neighboring Clans, it paid off to be more cautious, so long as the Clan across the river didn't get tipped off. Icethorn was not entertained by the idea of what might happen if Laurelstorm came across some particularly belligerent cat.

He watched Laurelstorm suddenly become alert, moving to investigate a nearby bush, and Icethorn assumed that she had actually detected some prey. He didn't smell anything of the sort himself, but she may very well have, if she was closer to the source.

Icethorn, it seems we have a guest.

Ah, so it was another cat, not a piece of prey. Icethorn's body immediately went on alert, and he tensed his muscles as he moved closer to the Sunningrocks. It was most likely another ThunderClan cat, perhaps an apprentice trying to be sneaky, yet his instinctive caution caused a growl to emit from his throat as he called out toward the rustling bushes beside the rocks.

"Who's there? Come out so we can see you."[/div][/ul]

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Loki

        He was found. Drast it! If he had remained still, he most likely wouldn't have been caught. Darn his impatience! These warriors on the hunt were most likely going to be on the hunt for him if he didn't come out. Let them see him lax, maybe he'll get them off guard when he does decide to try something.

    Loki made no effort to stay silent and stood up, giving the bush he was in a good rustle. Taking proud steps out of the cover he had tried to flee from. Loki stopped his progression as soon as his tail left the leaves. "Greetings, lovely day isn't it? The rocks look mighty fine,but I doubt they'll give much warmth this time of year." 

    He was deep into the area that clans called home, Loki knew that. Being arrogant wouldn't help him, not with this tom here. If it was just the she-cat, there was a possibility. If Loki acted as a suave loner, he might be able to get off scott free. Say he followed prey into the territory and lost it and say he got lost himself. 

    "I wish you two no harm, please, I will not fight if you will not as well!" Statements of no ill-intentions, that usually got the clan cats to calm down. "If you must, my name? It is Loki. May I ask of yours'?" A display of curiosity, or at least an attempt at it. 

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laurelstorm's eyes did not leave the spot where she had seen the bushes shifting, more then any breeze could move them, and waited. her legs were tense in ready preparation to chase after whatever was there, stupid idea be damned, and she couldn't help the twitch in her tail at the throaty growl from icethorn nearby her.

"who's there? come out so we can see you!"

the pause in the moving leaves had her shifting her head down a touch, and then, from the underbrush, a body moved free, all proud as if he had not just been caught sneaking in the undergrowth.

"greetings, lovely day isn't it? the rocks look mighty fine, but i doubt they'll give much warmth this time of year." he paused, and laurelstorm couldn't help but look over his bulk, taking in her chance of a possible opponent and working it through her mind of what was possible. "i wish you two no harm, please, i will not fight if you will not as well! if you must, my name? it is loki. may i ask of yours."

her brows furrowed at the his words, and she straightened herself slightly to appear tall, willing some of the tenseness to leave her legs lest she hurt after all this was done. it would do her no good if she her muscles hurt for a hunt later. however, she would not give her name, such a thing was not needed. he had trespassed onto their territory and it was best to send him on his way. then again, the idea of him knowing her name, giving him what for, and making sure he never forgot her was also a pleasant idea. it would be lovely to be known amongst the loners too, no? her name whispered about in a way that warned others from coming into their territory.

oh yes, how perfect!

"laurelstorm of thunderclan. "she told him, her voice sweet and easy, though a reinforced barb underneath the tone. "you have come much too far into our territory. you should leave now before our claws take to your fur, loner."


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(gods, i am so sorry this took so long. i hope we're still doing this~? )