Padding through the woods was a large and well muscled brown pelted cat. He curiously had unique green stripe patterns which decorated his body in an intricate design. He wiggled his nose at the smells that were everywhere… mouse, birds, and an assortment of multiple other scents ravaged his nostrils, like an angry mother that ravaged her kits at bath time. Piercing green eyes looked to and fro, as if the cat was searching for something. Upon settling his gaze on what seemed to be another cat, he made his way over as annoyance swirled his presence like a storm cloud.
"Pearlshine! You have possibly the worst timing in the history of the Clans. Sending Tawnypelt to retrieve me isn't your usual method."
The male flexed his incredibly sharp and huge claws, digging them into the ground as a light grey she-cat turned her bored head and acknowledged him with a roll of her sapphire eyes. Pearlshine snickered and licked a paw.
"Oh, so sorry Mintstorm. Did I interrupt your afternoon 'nap' with Blackstar?" Pearlshine herself knew full well that napping was the least of what occurred in the male's active life in Shadowclan.
The she-cat was healthily plump. Not too fat and not too slim, as expected of a feline from Riverclan. A white puff centered on her chest was the reason for her name, as it looked like a shiny pearl from the ocean.
Mintstorm only growled in response, his huge bulk taking a seat next to the sarcastic female.
"Grumpy puss. You get to have a nap with Blackstar almost every day, for Starclan's sake, you'd think meeting me for some friendship time wouldn't be so bad." She took a pause "I saw Jayfeather the other day. He looked pretty stern."
Pearlshine flicked an ear and dreamily sighed, which made Mintstorm mentally gag. He would never understand why a blind and useless medicine cat, that was rumored to have a relationship with a stick, would seem so pleasing to a female. He lifted a paw and peered at his magnificent claws with scrutiny, wondering how painful it must be for his prey when he goes hunting.
"Well he didn't see you. Why such interest in him anyways? He's in Thunderclan. You're in Riverclan. It's time you pursue a mate that you can actually mate with instead of one that can't see where to put it." Mintstorm snarled lightly, before sniffing and then glancing over at Pearlshine with a light smirk.
"Well, I'm in Riverclan and you're in Shadowclan and see where we are," Pearlshine laughed and nudged her brawny friend. "So, has Thunderclan officially adopted Fluff yet?" Pearlshine loved mentioning the pathetic kittypet around Mintstorm. His frustration was evident.
The male growled in such a manner that most would mistake him for one of the legendary big cats, as if his bulk and claws didn't help that image already. Mintstorm glanced about, as his gaze penetrated the area they were sitting at for any signs of prey, or possible patrols. While most knew the two usually talked to each other at the border, it wasn't smiled upon by any of the Clans.
"You and I aren't 'active' with each other, Pearlshine… thank Starclan above. The day Sunstorm allows such an affront to nature join her clan is the day I start taking naps with you."
"Ha" Pearlshine rolled her eyes once more "Right, I-" She stopped mid-sentence. "Do… do you smell that?" She asked quietly.
Mintstorm made a face, casually backing away from her. "No I-" His nose wiggled suddenly. "What is that?"
"I'm no expert, but that may or may not be the pungent scent of fox…" Pearlshine replied, a slight excited note breaking through her bored tone.