These rocks are mine now (Open)

Rockthorn, in all his moons, hard never stepped onto the warm stones with cracks between them that held prey he could catch. He was craving to feel that warmth now, with that in mind Rockthorn stepped across the border with a stern frown of concentration. What he felt on his paw pads was heavenly, he had never felt anything so warm. How dare Riverclan keep these rocks to their fat selves? Growling, Rockthorn lifted his tail and sprayed, kicking his feet and rubbing against the whole of the border. This was Thunderclan's now.

Padding until he was in the middle of the warm stone, he splayed himself out with claws unsheathed his eyes watching for Riverclan cats that dare usurp him, his nostrils flared. His ears pressed against his head as he soaked up the suns rays.

Frogjaw was fishing in the river when the rather pungent scent of ThunderClan assaulted his nose, odd considering the fact that most of the forest dwellers' scents rarely managed to waft this far, not since Sunningrocks became theirs. Curious, the tom padded over the river, swimming effortlessly through the waters till he spotted Rockthorn all splayed out like he was in the middle of camp, not in RiverClan territory.

Never really the confrontational type, the mottled tom sighed loudly as he stood in the running stream. "Really Rockthorn? You know Fishstar isn't going to let a slight like this pass, right?"