watching the r i v e r - - (Lee)

[° i c y - -]

StarClan, look down on me
Let my heart run wild and free
Among these fields of gold...

The gorge.

Normally, the calico she-cat would never really think about coming this close to one of the boundaries of her Clan, especially this one. The water, cutting deep below her, several foxlengths, if she could estimate, could easily drown a cat, easily break bones due to the pounding water's possible strength. Not that she knew what the water could do; that was what Riverclan cats were for, practically living in the water. How they managed to like it was well beyond Sorrelheart, not like she even cared in the first place.

Her question, however, was how in the name of Starclan did she get here?

All she remembered before hearing the roaring waters was her dashing across the territory of Windclan, in hot pursuit of a dusty brown rabbit, one that she would, with no hesitation, give to the senior warriors. Yet, she was distracted for no more than a moment, thus allowing the prey that should have been hers to run away, back toward its burrow, perhaps.

Though, currently, the young warrior was watching the water below, round amber eyes just staring at the flowing water. Not that she wanted to try jumping into that, mind you. Sometimes, someone has to just wait a while and be patient. It wasn't like she was going to die or anything; she made sure that her paws were not completely on the edge of the cliff, for several times, cats had said that the edges were unstable, occasionally breaking free if weight happened to weigh it down.

Her thoughts were so focused, so uncluttered, that she barely even knew that there could be someone behind her, ready to surprise her. No, she did not even pay the closest attention to a possible scent overhead. Her delicate paws just stayed where they were, her plumy tail occasionally flicking to the side. Sorrelheart was actually.. at peace. For once, anyways.

...nothing back to hold
Let this wind be my ally.
I am a warrior that none shall defy

[kanalee]

Whitef o o t

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Whitefoot stood behind her, expression annoyed as he glared her down from the behind. He had followed after her scent trail after noticing that she had vanished from the hunting patrol, and he didn't particularly enjoy chasing after females who were caught up in the chase. Sure, it was a rush, but to go this far into territory was beyond him. "Sorrelheart." he simply said, voice dark as he sat down and curled his tail around his paws, waiting for a response or a flick of her ear as a sign that she heard him. If not, he was prepared to take another step - Literally, by stepping on her tail.[/blockquote]

[° i c y - -]

It took her a moment, though once she heard a break in the rushing waters, the scent of another warrior close by drifted by her nose. Oh no.. She felt her tail go still, all her senses just telling her to run at this point. However, why she would do such a thing was well beyond her.

"Sorrelheart."

Okay, so she knew that voice. Big whoop; it was Whitefoot. Not knowing what to even say, even if she had anything to say in the first place, her first instinct was to just say his own name in that same monotone as the somewhat older warrior. Although, this time, she didn't take the chance at it. She knew that she would be in trouble sooner or later, since she broke away from the hunting patrol on her own free will.

Although, soon enough, she managed to utter something.

"Whitefoot, what is it?

[/color]" Her tone was even, though this time, she turned around, so that her amber eyes would be directed upon him. If he had something to say, then he would say it to her face, not to the back of her head.

That was just common sense, was it not?
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[kanalee]

Whitef o o t

"You had no right to leave the Hunting Patrol without warning any of your group members." Whitefoot scolded, a bit gentler this time. Even though he was disappointed to the she-cat, he had to hand it to her - Using her beauty as an advantage could stump him sometimes. He was alright talking to the back of her head - As for staring into her eyes while he spoke, was another matter. He was just proud that he didn't start stuttering or forget what he was going to say.

"Even though I'm not the deputy of WindClan, or anything close to that, I still care about your safety - What if something had happened to you and none of us had been aware of it? You could've been killed, taken as prisoner by one of the Clans, been threatened by a trespassing rogue.." he said. This list could go on and on, he thought to himself, but didn't think adding that would make matters any better.