We Meet Again? [closed]

Yet another patrol. Day after day, Swiftclaw was starting to get bored with some of these, particularly when he was out hunting by himself. It was no fun doing things alone, but when the clan needed it, he figured it was better than nothing. On the plus side, there was always the chance to check the Thunderpath. Not that he enjoyed the border, but it had been a while since he had seen any kind of other-clan patrol around. Particularly, the name Raccoonfang stuck in his mind, but he wasn't sure why. This time, as the sun began to set, the warrior tom found himself being led back to the Thunderpath as he stared across into the moor on the other side. Maybe there was a chance to see her again.

Just to Swiftclaw's luck and Raccoonfang's misfortune she was heading that way to check the border again just for her peace of mind. She didn't really want to run into the friendly Shadowclan tom again. Especially seeing how they were in different clans and weren't supposed to get along. And it was just her luck that she spotted the familiar black pelt approaching the border to which where she already was. The windclan warrior let out a sigh and shook her head. Maybe if she kept going on with her patrol he would ignore her right?