A Chance Meeting (Wolfstripe)

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Batwing woke up early that morning and padded out into the clearing. He checked the freshkill pile and noticed there was only a couple mice on it. He would have to send a few patrols out to hunt. He stood in the center of the clearing as his clan began to wake up and gathered around him. He scent out two patrols to go and check the borders picking three cats for each group. Then he turned to the rest and told them prey was needed and sent out two patrols to hunt. The rest went to get their apprentices and do their daily training. Some would do battle practice, some would go hunting. Either way Meadowclan would not go hungry today. He himself decided to go and patrol the territory on his own.

Batwing knew he was young for a deputy just shy of two and a half years old. He hadn't been born into the clan and had worked his tail off to earn the trust and respect of his clan. He still worked hard and rarely rested. He was always the last one to go to sleep and the first one to get up in the morning. He often patrolled and hunted at the same time to make sure to use his time the best he could. Today Batwing's paws led him farther and farther from camp. He had managed to catch two mice which he buried and planned to pick up on his way back. Eventually Batwing realized where he was and was surprised to find himself by the Four Rocks. Was there a reason for this? Be began to look around searching for something out of order. A scent, or sound, or something that shouldn't be there. What he found was the familiar scent of cats from all clans though stale left from the last gathering he assumed. But just as he was about to turn around the scent of a Lightclan cat which stopped him in his tracks. "Who's there? I can scent you so you might as well come out Lightclan cat.

Silvana

[Wolfstripe]

Sometimes, patrolling the mere limits of LightClan's territory could become repetitive. He found himself wandering farther and farther in his time alone, either exploring or simply ensuring he found peace and quiet to clear his head. The massive tom carried himself down towards the clearing of Fourstones, dark tabby tones disappearing behind one of the massive rocks. It was then that a voice sliced the otherwise quiet air, and it took all of Wolfstripe's will to suppress a groan. Could he never get a moment of peace?

The stranger demanded that he reveal himself, which seemed to put a foul taste on the deputy's tongue. He didn't like being given orders, especially not from cats of other clans. He wasn't even trespassing. But if he didn't suffer through this confrontation, he may never get his peace and quiet, and the last thing he wanted was to be known as a coward if he decided to slip off into the forest. But he wasn't in a rush to obey the stranger's request, either, and so he took his time, allowing a moment or two of silence to pass. A smirk played at his lips as he pictured the confusion and haste on the stranger's expression.

"You're giving me an order?" his tongue began weaving thick baritones, and in an almost predatory stance he began to saunter from hiding, emerging from the edge of the boulder. "That's cute," he sneered, emerald optics fixing the mottled stranger with an intense gaze. It was now that he recognized him as the deputy of MeadowClan. Wolfstripe had a few choice words for said clan, none of them pleasant. They had always rubbed him the wrong way; perhaps it was the way many seemed to exude so-called selflessness and kindness as if they were attempting to infect all of the lands with it. Or maybe it was the way their ribs never showed and they always appeared to have access to one two many meals, like they weren't as honest as they claimed to be. Though this cat - his name eluded Wolfstripe - seemed to be anything but kind, he still regarded him with the same disdain he would any other MeadowClan member. "What do you want of me? Whatever it is, I can't say I'm willing to provide," the dark tabby added, tail flicking in slight impatience.

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