Zeus and Poseidon [O]

Darkspirit was no Riverclan cat, but he was ready to take his own personal training to the next level. The Thunderclanner leaped onto a rock in the river, braced himself once he realized it was slippery, and then leaped once more to one closer to the middle. Surely a Riverclan warrior would see him where he was. He wasn't on their territory, but he was close enough. He needed to get their attention. He took in a deep breath, flattened his ears, and threw his head back to release a deep caterwaul. If that didn't bring them running, nothing would. Darkspirit spread his feet apart evenly on the rock and waited. His tail lashed back and forth, a sign of agitation. Well... he wasn't angry per se, but the more movement the better. Come on Riverclan warriors... one of you should want to scrap a little... He hoped he was right. The sun hadn't set just yet but it would soon. He hoped to catch the last patrol passing this close to the river. If their day had been uneventful, maybe they'd like to unwind with him a bit. All he could do was wait.