Meeting Fallensoul

Dragonsoul walked to fourtress. she looked at the four boarders and walked down the windclan boreder. She was lost in thought. Who is Fallensoul? she though, not looking where she was going and slowy moving farther into windclan territory.

Fallensoul had already been in one of the Great Oaks, watching without a twitch. Who's that..?

OOC: DUDE< she in our territory, ATTACK >:U

OOC: Wait for it...

IC: Fallensoul launched himself out of the tree and hissed. "What's your reason for entry?"

Dustpaw had followed his mentor. "Stay away from her!" he growled.

Dragonsoul was dazed from the bolt of events. She looked up on her attacker and saw a handsome, white Tom. "Dustpaw, go back to camp, I can handle a scrawny windclan warrior" she mewed. she lifted her haunches and kicked the Tom in the belly, pushing him off. She got up and prepared for another attack.
Occ- feather don't join please. Don't cause to much truble dust.

Fallensoul ignored the apprentice. "Scrawny? Really? More like lithe. WindClan runs, remember?" he growled in defense of his Clan, but not with his normal hostility.

"You really think your any different just because you run faster for your prey?" she mewed "Every cat can run, it's not that impressive."she turned her muzzle to him and huffed.


occ- at this rate, your not doing anything to help fallen get her. XD and I'm not making it hard on purpose.

The white warrior snorted and circled her once. "Then what does ShadowClan specialize in, may I ask? And who are you?" He paused his circular pacing.

"Shadowclan, are masters at quiet hunting." she mewed "Ive never seen a Windclan warrior quietly stalk prey." she narrowed her eyes "I am Dragonsoul." she mewed.

"Fallensoul," he replied plainly. "You're not half bad for a ShadowClan cat..except for the fact you brought the apprentice." He tossed his gray-tipped tail towards Dustpaw.

She turned to Dustpaw "Back to camp, Dustpaw." she ordered. "Your not half-bad yourself, Fallensoul." she replyed smiling.

Ooc- ima change it so drags never talked to shinekit, so she dosnt know anything

Fallensoul stretched his claws in the moist grass and yawned. He was about to speak when the sky clapped with thunder and rain began beating like pebbles onto the WindClan tom's back. "Oh, great StarClan!" he cursed, slightly annoyed.

Dragonsoul laughed and shook out her pelt, only for it to become we once more. Her gray fur begin to turn darker and darker. "What, windclan docent like water?" she tessed "We live in swamps and don't mind water." she mewed.

"No," he replied flatly, his soaking pelt irritating. "But we're not as bad as my father's Clan. They hate water."