Otterclaw[Streamclan Border][O]

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Ooc: Though originally created for Sabor and I, we wouldn't mind another person or two throwing their cats in. :3
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An easily recognizable cat strolled out of his den. Chocolate brown fur, crazy whiskers, this could only be Otterclaw. The warrior looked up at the sky. Vibrant colors annouced that in was just about time for the clan to be awaking...Which meant Otterclaw had awoken early. At least for him.

He attempted to crawl back into his nest, but his sister, Reedfoot had extened her small body to cover it. The larger warrior went to nudge her away, but stopped when she opened one flinty eye. "You aren't getting back in bed lazybones. It's about time you started getting used to rising early."

Realizing it would be useless to argue against the small cat, he rolled his eyes and walked back to the center of camp. What to do...Otterclaw wasn't comfortable with waking other cats up for a border patrol...And somehow he didn't think it would be recieved well if he were found just sitting around.

Reluctantly, Otterclaw dragged himself on tired paws out of camp to hunt. Where would he hunt? ...Well if he hunted near the borders, he could do a makeshift border patrol...But there was always the chance his prey could run over the line...Oh well. If that happened he'd just say he chased it over without realizing it.

So caught up in his thoughts, Otterclaw almost tripped over a dozy rabbit. In a flash it was running, Otterclaw after it. And, by some crazy twist of fate, Otterclaw did the very thing he had planned a lie about. He had run over the streamclan border.

At the very least he could be truthful now.

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Brindlepelt stretched as she made her way out of the warrior's den. She looked up at the sky to find that it was still very early in the morning. She smiled to herself, she loved it when the camp wasn't all a bustle because everyone was awake. A few warriors seemed to be up, though they had a drowsy look upon them. Brindlepelt chuckled at this as she padded by them. She was in the mood for a good hunt. Hunting was her strength and she enjoyed it greatly.

Brindlepelt padded out of the StreamClan camp and wandered in the forest, aware that she seemed to be headed toward the FogClan border. A mouse caught her attention; it was under some leaves, probably leaving it's den for some morning scavenging. Brindlepelt smirked then dropped into hunter's crouch. She inched closer and closer to the mouse, it was unaware of her presence. Then a rabbit flew right over it (sending it back into it's den).

Brindlepelt watched as the rabbit fled for it's life. What could it be running from? She wondered. Then a dark brown cat dashed through her site. She was puzzled by this, StreamClan had no cats that looked as this cat did. Then his scent got to her. FogClan. Brindlepelt bristled and took after the tom. He was larger than Brindlepelt, but he was also slower. She caught up to him and leaped, hoping that she would land on her target.

She landed right where he had been two seconds ago. Her outstretched claws merely brushing through the fur on his tail. She landed with a grunt on her side. Brindlepelt's eyes blazed with fury. She had lost her prey because of a FogClan cat and now she couldn't even catch the menace. In a final effort she yowled after him, "FogClanner! You come back here right now! I'll gather a whole patrol of warriors to catch you if you don't come back here. You choose: one she-cat or a whole patrol of warriors who aren't so friendly to trespassers!"

[/color] She huffed then got to her paws. Her shoulder ached a bit from where she had landed on it. Brindlepelt brushed of this fact and sat down, waiting for the FogClanner. She was sure that he would hear her and turn around. She placed her tail over her paws then cleaned herself up a bit.
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Surprised by the voice, Otterclaw skidded to a stop, and despite his knack for balance, fell flat on his muzzle. He got to his feet, albeit in a round-a-bout and embarrassed manner and turned around. "What are you talking about this is-" His nostrils flared as the strong scent of streamclan entered it. It was all around him. How could he not have noticed it before? "Ah...Oh...Well I guess this isn't fogclan territory."

His eyes roamed in the manner of a creature who has just realized its mistake. "Well this is...Ah awkward."

Indeed it was. Not only had he done the very thing he had been thinking of as a consequence, but he had also been caught. If Owlstar found out...no. Foreget Owlstar. If Reedfoot found out he'd be crow-food. What a way to prove her right...Of course, if she hadn't kept him out of bed, maybe he wouldn't have gone hunting. And maybe this wouldn't have happened. Then again, he wasn't about to blame his sister for his mistake. How low would that be? No...If they found out he'd have to deal with whatever trouble came out of it. No doubt he lose his first apprentice and be sent to do apprentice chores. He fought back a shiver of displeasure at the thought.

His thoughts turned away from the consequences and to the cat in front of him. She was a pretty she-cat...No. He twitched his head in a barely persceptable movement. Reedfoot, Reedfoot, Reedfoot. All he had to do was think of his sister and the tongue lashing she would give him to block out any bad thoughts.

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Brindlepelt shot a glare at the tom as he tried to tell her that he was still in his own territory. It seemed like he actually thought that he was because moments later he meowed, "Ah...Oh...Well I guess this isn't FogClan territory." Brindlepelt got up and padded over to him, trying her best to make it look seductive. "No. This isn't FogClan territory."

[/color] She hissed it at him as she circled the warrior, still going for the seductive look. "Well this is...Ah awkward." She gave him another glare then meowed in a cold tone, "What is your name FogClan warrior?"

She stopped walking around him and sat down in front of him. She gave him a look over. What was with those crazy whiskers? He did have a handsome look about him though...a look of strength, even in his embarrassment. She had to avoid eye contact with him to keep from going soft on him. Brindlepelt was horrified by this. She kept on telling herself sternly that he was a FogClan cat and that he trespassed onto StreamClan territory. It was no use though, she wanted to get closer to this tom. She wanted to be close to him not only physically but mentally. These things made her quite nerve-wrecked. Why would she want a FogClanner so bad?


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"Ah...um...Well it's Otterclaw." He stuttered as the she-cat circled around him to stop once more in front. Thoughts of Reedfoot faded from his mind as the streamclan warrior's seductive walk took affect. Of course he still had some sense. Sense enough to ask for her name.

" And wh-what...Goshyou'repretty...I mean, uh, What's your name, may I ask?"

Well...Maybe not enough sense to ask for it properly. Perhaps if he followed his sister's advice a little more often he wouldn't be so inclined to push the warrior code as easily as he did. Of course, what he really needed right now wasn't her advice, br\ur Reedfoot herself. She would snap him out of it...and no doubt drag him by his ears back to camp. However, his sister was comfortably asleep in both her, and Otterclaw's, nests, enjoying the luxary of sleeping in.

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Brindlepelt watched as the warrior searched for his name. She put on her cold stare again, it was a shield of her inner emotions. "Ah...um...Well it's Otterclaw." She rolled her eyes at him and got up and walked closer to him until they were a tail length apart. "Well then Otterclaw."

[/color] She was having fun with this. "And wh-what...Goshyou'repretty...I mean, uh, What's your name, may I ask?" Brindlepelt raised an eyebrow at him coldly.

He thought she was pretty. This secretly made her very warm and toasty inside, it made her want to tell him that he was a handsome warrior. But she couldn't do that. She had to deal with the business and leave it at that. "I am Brindlepelt."[/color] She meowed it with no emotion but irritation. She stood from where she sat so close to him and circled him again, with the same charm as before. "May I ask what you are doing here Otterclaw?"[/color] This was the first time she had used any emotion besides irritation, annoyance, and anger in their conversation. She made her words warm, so she could draw him in. She said his name like he was a long-lost lover. As she circled his front she let her tail trail under his jaw.

Oh how she loved this game. It was easy for her to let herself talk to him like that, it was natural. This scared her. Why would she be okay with saying it like that? He was a FogClan cat. Not a StreamClan...maybe they could have a secret relationship? They could sneak out at night and meet eachother... Brindlepelt shook herself in her mind. No, she could not betray her clan in such a way. Plus, just because he said that she was pretty didn't mean that he loved her. And she didn't love him. So why was she thinking like that?
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Otterclaw wasn't sure whether he should feel threatened or charmed. Brindlepelt seemed to go back and forth from hissing answers to purring questions. It would be best to be indifferent...But the way the increasing light hit her fur...So dazzling...Not to mention her seductive talking and- Waitwaitwait. They were from different clan. No matter how much he pushed the warrior code...This was one law he couldn't break. He'd get tossed out of the clan for sure...And what clan would accept him once they knew of his dishonor? Not to mention Reedfoot. She'd never talk to him again!

Still...

His voice gained strength as he tried, for once in his life, to keep a grip on the warrior code. "I was hunting, when I caught sight of the rabbit you saw a few moments ago. I must have chased it over the border without realizing it." No need to tell her that he had nearly tripped over it.

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Brindlepelt gave a pout face, egging him into making her feel better. She didn't know why she did it, maybe because all of the sudden he had found the Warrior Code and he no longer seemed to be entranced by her. "I was hunting, when I caught sight of the rabbit you saw a few moments ago. I must have chased it over the border without realizing it." Brindlepelt pouted once more, something that came oddly easy. Maybe because she really was sad that he obviously wasn't interested in- wait, no. She shouldn't be sad that he didn't want her. She should be happy.

But she wasn't.

Brindlepelt sat down in front of him with a hair length between their noses. "It's okay Otterclaw, we all make...mistakes." And with the last word of her sentence she closed the distance between their noses, letting them bump into each other. She held her nose to his as she looked into his eyes.

The game was gone.
It was just him, and her.
In the forest.
The humor that had once filled her eyes falsely now was drained.
Her eyes widened slightly as she held his gaze and he held hers.
She did not speak.
She did not breathe.
She did not move.
She just sat and stared into his eyes.
His wondrous, safe, comforting eyes.

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Screw the warrior code.
All it ever seemed to do was divide the clans and keep away happiness.
And forget Reedfoot. She had no business messing in his affairs anyway.

As Brindlepelt's nose met his, Otterclaw's eyes smoldered with his previously held back feelings.

"Brindlepelt...You are the most beautiful she-cat I have ever seen. More so than any fogclan cat...or any other clancat. I barely know you right now, but to win just a smidgeon of your time, just to be lost in those eyes, I would forsake my own clan, I would join yours...I would even go back to my life as a loner."

Going quiet he let himself drown in her now loving eyes. They were all he saw...Her scent was all he smelled...Her voice, all he heard.

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Something clicked in Brindlepelt as she stared into his eyes. Something felt right, her life seemed to slide into perfection...and out of it at the same time. She had found the cat that she knew she would love uncontrollably one day, yet she was risking her clan for it. She knew how horribly angry StarClan would be at her...or would they be happy that she was happy? No, she was thinking about breaking the warrior code. Breaking the warrior code never made StarClan happy.

"Brindlepelt...You are the most beautiful she-cat I have ever seen. More so than any FogClan cat...or any other clan cat. I barely know you right now, but to win just a smidgen of your time, just to be lost in those eyes, I would forsake my own clan, I would join yours...I would even go back to my life as a loner." Brindlepelt pushed her head into his neck fur comfortingly. Tears leaked out of her eyes, soaking his fur, but she said nothing. She knew that he would not know if the tears were things of joy or sorrow.

They were of both.

She was overjoyed that he felt so strongly about her. She was overjoyed that he would give it all up for her, just as she would for him. But his words made Brindlepelt realize that it could not be...no matter how much she wanted it. He was willing to leave his clan, join hers, or even be a loner for her. And they had just met. As she worked this out in her mind she cried more. Her body shook with the grief of her soon-to-be-loss. She could not wrap her mind around it. She could not live without this complete stranger, yet she knew she must.

Brindlepelt sat for quite some time crying. She knew she was acting weak, she knew she would probably be worrying him, she knew this but nothing she said to herself made her stop. She still said nothing. Even when she thought there could be no more tears they came in full, plentiful waves. She cursed her life, she cursed her heart for growing so attached to him, she cursed ever being born.

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