I wish to know... I wish to learn... {OPEN!}

Fallowpaw was one curious she-cat. The apprentice's crystalline blue eyes shone alabaster in the shimmering, spilling pools of light. It was nighttime, and that made the creek all the more intriguing. Her orbs lit up like little, bright blue moons in their home, Fallowpaw's dusty brown skull. Her ears were pricked and alert, as she leapt past several branches, sticking out like the tiniest kit's slender tail. Her paws skirted and splashed in the shallow banks of the moonlit creek, the moon's reflection like a silver face staring back at Fallowpaw, eyes unseen and omens untold. Few rocks lined the bank of the creek. Fallowpaw's eyes scanned the bumpy wreathe before hearing something. She looked up, frightened.

Fallowpaw crept forwards as if she were hunting the keenest rodent. Her mouth opened to let out a wail as she clumsily stepped on a branch, which struck back with a lashing bite. No sound escaped. Her eyes were wide as she searched the unfamiliar territory. Cats were nocturnal, but she was still afraid. No sign of the stranger could be seen.

"Hello?" She called piteously.

Lilackit tumbled out of her hiding place. She shook her head and looked up at a unknown apprentice', her eyes widened and she quickly stood up "Uh, well, who are you?" she asked, Lilackit had been out of territory too many times for her to count. She never thought it was time to stop yet, though.

Fallowpaw furrowed her brow and sniffed around the she-kit before answering. After deciding that the scent was that of a fellow RiverClanner, she nodded and smiled. "Fallowpaw of RiverClan. You're RiverClan too, aren't you?" She said, adding a simple, friendly question. She plopped herself down near a wet, mossy log.

Lilackit nodded "RiverClan" she mewed "Lilackit of RiverClan, mam!" she purred as she bowed down and stretched back up "So, Fallowpaw I think I have seen you in camp or something. What are you doing in SkyClan territory at Moonlit Creek?" she asked as she sat down, hoping no SkyClan cat would pop out and get Lilackit and her new friend in trouble.

Fallowpaw looked around anxiously, pelt bristling. "This is SkyClan?" She questioned hastily, yet slowed to add a snicker. "Well, gee, I wouldn't want to seem traitorous, would I? It looks more like ShadowClan territory to me, though..." Fallowpaw said.

Lilackit shook her head "More like SkyClan to me" she purred.

Fallowpaw looked interested. The she-cat apprentice leaned in, bright eyes glittering. "Why do you say?" She asked, before grooming her clean brown fur.

"Because of the thin trees that show the sky" she mewed, she looked up at the trees, smiling.

Fallowpaw nodded, staring up at the sky too. She couldn't help but wonder when she would be a warrior, and what her name would be. She was pretty close already. Fallowpelt? No. Fallowfang? Nope. Fallowstripe? Maybe. She wasn't sure, but she was slightly fond of that one.

"Why are two trespassers in the middle of my territory?" Crowstar, being completely black, blended in the the surrounding darkness that only thing that stuck out on the black leader were his bright yellow eyes. "Does Riverclan not teach you about borders? Or do you just assume you are better than the rest of the clans and ignore the borders anyway?" The leader's tone sounded sinister. He wasn't too happy to find Riverclan right in the middle of his territory.

The black leader stood taller than both of the cats in front of him. "Now which option do you like better?" Crowstar mused, "Do I take you back to my camp, and let Fishstar come get you herself? Or Should I take you back to Riverclan and announce to your whole clan what you have done? I'm sure they wouldn't be too pleased being woken up in the middle of the night, Fishstar especially. I'm sure she will withhold you ceremonies for a very long time once she learns of this." The black fluffy leader's gaze turned into a glare. If one of them tried to run it would be very easy for him to catch them. After all this was his territory, and he knew it very well.

Fallowpaw looked up, fur prickling. Her eyes widened, as she hadn't expected to see the leader before her. She stepped back with a nod. "I apologize, Crowstar," She said worriedly, although she could admit she expected this to happen. She coaxed Lilackit back. "We should get off your territory, and I should expect a rather fitting punishment." Fallowpaw's words were slow, but she backed off the territory as quickly as a fish would swim away from a shadow. "C'mon, Lilackit," she said. She gave Crowstar another nod, but she didn't seem like she expected to earn any complimentary respect from the leader. She stepped away carefully, head hung low and pondering her actions silently. She checked to see if Lilackit was following her.

"Oh no. You aren't getting away that easily. That wasn't either of the options I offered you. Since you want to leave I will take you back to Riverclan myself, because since you seem to cross borders so easily I don't believe you will tell Fishstar what you have done. So you're both coming with me." The gray fluffy leader decided that waiting on a kit to walk a decent distance would take a while so he picked up Lilackit by the scruff, and started walking towards Riverclan, making sure Fallowpaw was following him.

Fallowpaw followed him with her head bowed. "Alright," she muttered, but she didn't seem reluctant or protesting. She was going to get a punishment, and that was rightfully deserved. She could be demoted back to kit rank. Alright. That was fair. Anything was fair. She didn't grump as she walked beside Crowstar, knowing her fate was soon to come.

OOC: I actually do like this. One of my characters needed to get in trouble >:D

Ivyfall was lingering outside the piles of stones that they called camp now, the deputy paced anxiously as she waited to here back from the apprentices and warriors that she'd sent out to find her kit. Lilackit wasn't in the nursery when she'd gotten back from her dusk patrol and she feared the worst. ThunderClan were their staunch enemies for so long, what if they'd taken her adopted daughter as their own, holding her hostage. Or worse, what if a snake or badger had gotten to her. When she heard the rustle of the bushes in the direction of SkyClan territory, the silver tabby perked up her ears and dashed over quickly.

Fallowpaw looked up, eyes ablaze. "Wh-Who?" The apprentice stammered. She didn't want to know. She didn't want more trouble, much less another kit from either SkyClan or RiverClan. "Huh...?" She whispered, a glimpse of silver clashing against the green background. She shuddered. Not someone else.