Aimlessly Wandering [open to all]

[BizarrePheonix]

Darkfeather woke up, sun shining upon his dark gray fur. He stood up and stretched his front legs and padded out of the warriors' den, being careful not to wake and one up.
No cat in sight, Darkfeather sighed and exited the MarshClan camp, heading toward Hollow Lake.
On his way, he didn't make a sound, but he did stop half way to catch a sparrow. He ate it in silence and carried on.
When he approached the lake, he looked around to take in the scenery, then sat down and washed himself.

[tunnel]

Stormcloud sniffed the ground, shimmering grey fur slightly on end. He could smell his son here- not recent, but still here. Very, very faint, but still here. What was the young cat doing, so far away from camp..? Nothing good. Nothing good at all, he was sure.

Suddenly, his fur prickled for another reason; a low hiss beginning in the Reedclan cat's throat. When he spun around, he spotted no one; thankful, for this would be a terrible greeting. Once he could settle his fur back down, and calm himself with a few licks, he moved off in search of the scent he had just caught.

Not like Reedclan's, but still a cat. Since this was neutral land, what would it hurt..? "Hello there, Comrade.." Without further ado, he found the black tom, and sat calmly. Making a few non-clan friends, maybe? Not necessarily. He just had to talk with someone..Anyone.. This life was very strange, and he needed a better grip on it.

[BizarrePheonix]

Darkfeather's crimson gaze fell over the ReedClan cat's body as his voice sounded.
"Oh. Hello there." He sighed, then looked out onto the horizon again.
He looked out for a bit, wondering.... Is Robinstrike out there somewhere? I hope he is okay.. Then spoke without looking at the other tom.
"What to you think of the world, ReedClan warrior, outside the clans?" He asked not agitated by the enemy warrior's presence.
He had wondered this, as he was born outside the clans, but being found and raised by MarshClan made him wonder how his life would have been.
But it was often when he shook his head and told himself firmly, 'You wouldn't have met Cindermoon if it weren't for that night.''

[tunnel]

He twitched slightly at this question, ear twisting for a moment toward the other, but head remaining where it was. How does he know about me being once a kittypet..? The thought was troubling, but he didn't let it bother him to much. Perhaps it was the smell that still lingered from all those years living next to the twolegs, maybe it was his shape and his voice, or maybe it was just a coincidence. He would just go with it. "Well, it's wild and unruley. Soft, compared to the hard work that you must do every day here..But unpredictable." His gazed darkened at this, and his tail lashed behind him. Unpredictable was exactly the world. Unexpected, unfair, cruel..

But, he had said to much, hadn't he? He sent a glance at Darkfeather, waiting for a response to his slightly too-open explanation. What if this cat was a non-clan hater? Well, that was just too damned bad, now wasn't it? Stormcloud wasn't some soft little kit, regardless of what anyone said. He could take others opinions, how matter how mean, because they where just that: opinions. He didn't have to agree, and he didn't have to like it. As long as one was life-and-let-life, he was fine and dandy with anything.

[Wargrace]

Hurriedly, the kit pranced forward, nose lowered, breathing in the scents carefully. His prey was set, he wouldn't fall from the trail. It would be found, and captured. The should-be-apprentice was getting quite good at the whole.. leave camp and track something habit. At any rate, he'd be an exceptional tracker for it! Well, if Tricklestar didn't assign him to be a kit forever for it. His being a kit now wasn't punishment, of course. He needed to be made an apprentice with Fallenkit~!

Stormcloud was sighted.

Careful, quiet, Raccoonkit edged nearer, then attacked, bolting from the undergrowth, lithe form being thrown at the warrior, intending to land near him, then flop against the tom with a purr. "Hi there, Stormcloud!" Marshclan warrior? Spotted a second later. "Hi~ I'm Raccoonkit!" The grayscale kit puffed a bit, purring. Out of camp? Breaking rules? Pfft. He was Raccoonkit -- clearly, no one short of Shadowglimpse could hold a grudge against him for it.

[disturbedfox]

Adderpaw peered quietly around, no one was awake or not yet. She let out a sigh. "I'm always awake early." Her green gaze looked back and forth around the camp as she shifted on her paws. "Should I be up this early? Without Tunnelheart?" She groaned looking around. "Getting out of camp for a few minutes won't hurt will it?" Adderpaw quickly made her way to the other side of camp and slipped out. Her fur prickled, this was exactly what she did as a kit. Remembering the time she sneaked out and nearly got lost in the territory before finding her way back. Her green gaze shifted around as she sped away into the neutral Territory. She slowed her pace. "I need to think...." She mewed to herself rather then to anyone who could hear. Her slight ache from the Fox attack lingered slightly in her shoulder as she made her way through the bushes. She caught the scents of about three cats, one being an Kit.

Adderpaw sniffed again, one was from a different clan and the other two including the kit was from Reedclan. Adderpaw couldn't recognize the other clan cat's scent so she started to creep closer following the strong scent blowing in the faint breeze. "Almost there..." She crept closer until the source of the scent was about 10 tail lengths away. She peered over a bush spotting three cats in the somewhat dim light. "Hm" Unbeknownst to her, the wind suddenly changed direction suddenly as the she-cat stared at the Cats trying to figure out their conversation.

[BizarrePheonix]

Darkfeather flicked his ears, "Your a quiet one."
He then looked at the grayscale kit, it's scent reeked of ReedClan.
He then looked at the ReedClan warriors, "What is your clan's kit doing here?" He asked firmly. He didn't want this kit to be hurt, he did like like to see any kit hurt.
Was this the affection that comes with being a father? Probably.
His crimson gaze fell over Raccoonkit.
His size reminded him of his kits, of whom were growing fast.
Dawnkit, Thistlekit, Paintedkit and, most of all, precious Cragkit.
At the thought of his youngest kit he sighed and looked out to the horizon again. How much he pitied the speckled tom-kit.

Darkfeather subconciously sniffed the air, and scented StormClan. 'More company?' He wondered lazily, and slowly moved flickered his eyes to see the body of an apprentice.
'Young company.'

[disturbedfox]

Adderpaw nearly leaped backward, the tome she hadn't seen before flicked his gaze toward her. She shifted uneasyily on her paws as she lowered her head so it wasn't visible. "Did he spot me!?" She whispered under her breathe. He green gaze looked through the bushe as she spotted the warriors and kit infront of her she would mostly likely be punished if the warriors spotted her, an apprentice alone in the morning without a fellow oldEr clanmate. What could I do?! Adderpaw shuddered at the awkward conversation she might have with Weaselstar or Tunnelheart about why she was out of camp on neutral grounds so early in the morning.

[halfkat]

((Hoping on in!))

"Father! Father have you seen Cragfrost?" Thistleclaws mew was impatient and seemingly mean, but of course it was only out of concern worry and mostly love. He loved his small brother and fear made him act out with anger, just a bad character trait one might suppose.
When he got there he stopped and raised an eye brow when he saw all the other cats, especially the kit.
"huh" he mused. "I guess with no camp the kits are roaming free. Seems dangerous if you ask me." He meowed simply, as if it didn't really bother him one way or the other.