dusting time !

[Slug]

Crowclaw wasn't exactly the brightest star out in the night, but he knew the rules well enough to break them. And he broke them well, in his honest, non-biased opinion. Really, who else would prance around on another Clan's land?

Nobody, that's who.

"The only problem is now I'm lost," he muttered to himself, eyeing the strange territory with irritation. This didn't look like any of the other Clan's territories, let alone his own. Maybe he had finally made his way to the outskirts?

...Or maybe he just stumbled upon the Ranch. Again.

Sniffing indigently, the black tom raised his tail high as he strutted to the termite-eaten structure, looking stuck-up as ever. The Ranch wasn't exactly an ideal place for catching Zs, but it was better than digging a burrow in the middle of the territory, where he was more likely to get mauled by a badger in his sleep.

Life's kinda funny that way.

[Blacky]

Willow

Oh, catnip! Was she going to get her ear's clawed off for this one. Willow's brother, Lynx, had specifically told her to watch out for other cats strolling into the old upwalker's nest.

Lynx was territorial. 'That is a understatement'

She was surprised that this black tom didn't even notice her. She sat on a small table just slightly over the tom's head. Her pale gray fur stuck out the a sore paw. She tilted her head to the side and watched him.

Lynx would surely attack him.

His tail was held high and he was strutting? She tilted her head to the side. She stood up balancing on the small rotting table. The bunched the muscles on her legs and jumped down beside him.

"What are you doing?" She meowed once her paws hit the ground.