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Snowflower mindlessly batted a fallen pine-cone out of his way as he tromped heavily through the dead trees, noting briefly that they were slowly making a comeback. Green-leaf was at it's end, and soon enough the pines would flourish again. That was something the pale-furred tom looked forward to; the strong scent of sap and pine on the breeze, ruffling his fur while snow chilled his paw pads.

Most cats would prefer new-leaf or green-leaf, but not Snowflower. He liked leaf-bare the most, because the pure white of it all brought out his eyes. Just his eyes. Yes, he himself was white, but when leaf-bare came around, he would blend in, and he would simply become otherworldly.

He wasn't bragging, honestly. He was just stating a fact. But it wasn't like his clanmates understood his beauty, oh no. They were blinded by the sheer brilliance of it and were jealous. Nobody understood him and what his eyes meant to him. Nobody but Blue Smoke.

Which is why she was the only one who was allowed to be his friend. She understood. She knew. Blue Smoke was the thing that filled up that empty place in him; the place that his mother left when she died.

And no one else could do that like Blue Smoke did. Her friendship-- her beauty. Her everything was his, and vice versa. It just simply was.

And speaking of the she-cat...

"Blue Smoke, I know you're there," Snowflower , hazel eyes scanning the foliage. "Come out, wherever you are!"

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The scent of rain filled the air as Bluestrom walked-- no, strutted though the forest. Its not like she tried to walk like a bird with its feathers fluffed out, she just did. And trust me, if you had fur like that, you would strut like her, too. But, sadly, not everyone could be prefect like her ( Other than Mr. Dove, of course. ) because if they were, then there would be no beauty because then everyone would be beautiful. Lucky, this was not the case, and Bluestorm was free to be one of the best looking cat in the whole forest.

Bluestorm's parents were foolish to let her brother take her calling in life. Those Two-legs were just too stupid to appreciate real art. But, if it wasn't for their stupidity, she would have met Mr. Dove. Win-win situation, then? That wasn't important, however, because Mr. Dove's scent was on the wind. The she-cat began to stalk towards a bush to jump out and scare him, but frowned and stood back up straight when she realized her fur would get dirty.

Being perfect was hard.

"Mr. Doooove," Blue Smoke drew out, padding around the dirty plants to Snowflower, smiling when his snow-white fur came into view. "I've been looking for you!"

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"Mr. Doooove, I've been looking for you!"

Ah, there she was. He could spot that beautiful fur a many foxtails away anywhere. "As I have been looking for you, Blue Smoke," he returned her smile with his own charming one, trotting ever so gracefully over to her.

"Someone told me you were out hunting," he said, shifting some pine needles out of the way, and then settling carefully on the grass beneath them. "So I went out here to look for you."

Frowning slightly, he added "But if you have been looking for me, then I guess they were lying. What a shame," Snowflower said, tsking softly. "Another brute to put on our terminate list, Blue Smoke."

He smiled crookedly. "You don't mind, do you?"

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Racconstorm

Raccoonstorm padded through the pines, glancing to his right every now and again to make sure PineClan cats weren't going to jump out and attack him. He had dubbed himself leader of this two cat patrol, and there wasn't anyway he wasn't going to let some lawless cat get the best of him. The patrol was to check the border along the FogClan land, a pretty simple task all in all. Along as no PineClanners were here, the task will be easy.

But nothing ever seems to be easy, the tabby thought as the reek of two non-FogClan cats hit his nose. They were on the edge, but it didn't sound like they were moving. Spying on FogClan? Miststar's leadership had put tension between the two Clans, and it wouldn't surprise Raccoonstorm if they were planning something at this moment. Flicking his tail for his two-cat patrol to follow, he padded toward the two PineClanners, seeing a small blue cat and a completely white one.

He had a hard time keeping his lip from curling.

Blue Smoke

"Anyone who tells us any kind of lie is just asking to be put on the tipy-top, no?" Bluestorm flicked the end of her tail side to side, smiling. Her smile died instantly when she caught the sent of FogClan. Smelled like there were... three? Must be going around the border. "We've got... company. Bluestorm meowed softly. She hadn't even realized they were this close to the border, but it was too late now. The FogClanners would probably try and preach their ears off about StarClan.

But not if they preached first.

"Mr. Dooovee," Blue Smoke felt a smirk form on her muzzle. "Shall we teach these FogClanners some manners? Maybe some grooming tips?"

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Mapleheart of FogClan

The forest was silent this chilly morning, fog cloaking the earth in undisturbed grey as the patrol prowled their way through the territory. Mapleheart happily took up the rear while Raccoonstorm lead, giving the smaller warrior time to enjoy his home. Feather-soft grass under his paws, with trees of red and orange shadowing their land as they towered over them in a way that made the brown tabby feel safe-- guarded, even. He couldn't understand why Raccoonstorm was so... tense. No one-- not even the rash Gingerstar's PineClan would dare set paw in their home, not when it was such a beautiful time, with the pink sky peaking through the changing leaves and the sweet, crisp air meeting them at every step.

And as if Fate had heard his thoughts, Raccoonstorm motioned with his tail, and they were off, trotting towards the edge of territory that outlined both FogClan and PineClan. The rough scent of pine scraped at the roof of Mapleheart's mouth, urging a sneeze out of the warrior. Ee, PineClanners, Mapleheart thought as the non-Fogclanners came into view. What are they doing so close to the border?

He heard the blue she-cat speak, though the word themselves were lost on him. Straining his ears, he tried to catch what she was saying. Frowning when silence met his expectations, Mapleheart took a few steps forward, side-to-side with Raccoonstorm. "Good morning!" Mapleheart said boldly, if a little cheerfully. "What brings you so close to the border, if I may ask?"

That's right, Mapleheart. Because politeness is the key to winning every PineClanners' heart!

Snowflower of PineClan

"Anyone who tells us any kind of lie is just asking to be put on the tipy-top, no?"

The white tom gave an amused purr, mhmming. "Ah, Blue Smoke," Snowflower mused. "Truer words have never been spoken!" he rumbled, hazel eyes twinkling with humor.

Then his only warning was from Blue Smoke, and the moment was ruined. The sickly sweet scent of FogClan curled the warriors' lip, and for a moment, Snowflower wondered if the fog-sniffers rolled around in flowers all day, or if they were naturally pansy-like.

"Mr. Dooovee, shall we teach these FogClanners some manners? Maybe some grooming tips?"

Snowflower smiled, flashing his fangs dangerously at Blue Smoke. "What a lovely idea, m'dear," he replied smoothly, then turned to the FogClanners, parting his maw to speak.

"Good morning! What brings you so close to the border, if I may ask?"

A startled look crossed the white tom's face, then it disappeared as quick as it came. Meeting the bright FogClanner's gaze with his own, stony one, Snowflower spoke. "You may not, Fogclanner. What business of ours is none of yours," the irritation crept into his words, a clear sign that morning cats were far from being on his list of things to see when he woke. "Now go away and stuff your nose in some other cat's life."

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OOC: Fail. This post has it.