Exploring... Maybe...

Raccoonheart awoke in the middle of the night, her blue eyes piercing the darkness. She looked around checking for any signs of attack or anything, before looking up to see Silverpelt, and the moon shining brightly. She slowly stood from her resting place near the other cats, and moved her way out of camp. Normally she would stop in her territory on out-look rock, but this time she continued on to the Fourtrees. When she got there she finally payed attention to where she was at instead of the stars, and the moon. She gave a small puzzled look before she crept around the area checking for anything. With a satisfied look she climbed up on a small rock near the great rock, and kept looking at the stars.

Mosspelt had been out for a small drink of water that night and something told him to go to Fourtree, he obeyed. When he arrived in the clearing he noticed another cat was here. He recognized the WindClan deputy "Greetings Raccoonheart" he meowed dipping his black head to the deputy.

Raccoonheart jumped as she heard the Thunderclans deputy's voice. Her pelt bristled, as she spun to face the new comer. As soon as she noticed the deputy, she relaxed a little bit. "Greetings Mosspelt. How is Thunderclan?" She asked sitting down and curling her tail around her paws.

Mosspelt sat down also "We are doing very well" he meowed set his tail on his cold paws. He licked a little moss off of his shoulder then asked "How is WindClan?"

"We are doing very well, we have one new kit." Raccoonheart mewed, remembering how Patchkit was born a few days ago. "She has shown good potential in becoming a great warrior." She said feeling proud of her kit. "Also Stormstar is now fully recovered." The grey deputy said looking at the black deputy in front of her.