ThunderClan & RiverClan Border

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The border between ThunderClan and RiverClan.

Wandering along and weaving in and out of the trees along the river, the wispy bit of smoke was quite content to follow the river for a while. He'd had fun with the Shadowclan wolves, and now that it was hurting too much, he'd abandoned that territory. Perhaps later when it wasn't so hurtful, he'd go back and see what was happening. But for now, he followed the sudden panicked splashes, curious about what was going on. Hovering over the river for a while, he watched the flailing wolf in curiosity as it splashed and panicked before being swept up against the fallen tree. He darted over, resuming his wolf shape and sat on the log to look down at the sopping wet male. "Well hello, friend. Having a nice swim in the river, are we?"

Glacierpath was holding onto one branch with all the force his mouth could give but suddenly that branch snapped and he fell into the water again, disappearing below its surface. He felt the need to swim and swam with all his might. His face broke the surface and he swam powerfully until he reached the log again and tried to joist himself up but he couldn't get a good grip. "Help hoist me up, please!" he begged the mysterious silver-eyed wolf. He was panting and water dripped from his nose and temporarily floppy ears due to the wetness. He felt the current pick up and he had to hold on stronger but he kept slipping.

Spotting the young shewolf pelting down the bank, Atrel watched her curiously, perking his ears towards her at the sound of her pleas. She seemed quite a sweet little thing, and he decided that he wanted to get to know her more. Flicking the sodden wolf at his feet another glance, he sighed and dug his teeth into it's scruff, dragging it out of the water and onto the fallen tree. "Perhaps learn how to swim, he-wolf," he said lightly and padded over to the bank that the she wolf was on. "Hello firefly. Is he a friend of yours?" This time, he made sure that his pelt was warm, like he truly was a living wolf, and he sniffed at her, giving the tip of his tail a friendly wag. "It's nice to meet you."

Amused at her response, Atrel sat where he was and watched as she tended to the drenched older wolf. She was quite a sweet thing, and he was beginning to take quite a shine to her. "You're very kind, firefly," he observed. "Is this not a wolf from your pack?" She had to be what his lover had called an apprentice, still quite young, and likely not allowed to be out and about on her own. Padding over, he sat again and flicked his tail around his paws neatly, his games with the clans forgotten for now. They could sit on his riddles and cryptic words while he amused himself with this young sweetheart. "Are you always this kind to stranger, little one? It's a rare thing to find, such a kind heart as yours." He was going to stick around a while, she was heavily in his debt for asking him to save the other wolf, and it was no mystery that he'd be intending to fully take advantage of that.

Glacierpath coughed up a little bit of water once he got safely upon the shore and then collapsed onto his belly, heaving and water dripping from his nose. His golden eyes wide open his massive head glanced back towards the river flowing past them rather fast. He turned his attention to his savior and their assistant, he assumed (Maplepaw). His ears kind of lowered a bit as he heard the compliments the strange black wolf paid to the ginger/red she-wolf. He felt a warm feeling inside of his belly which was strange to him since he was nearly soaked to the skin. He slowly stood up and shook himself off, still coughing a bit of water up but not as much as he was before. "Th-thanks for saving me.....I owe you my life." he told the two of them as he began grooming his fur back and then curled his tail around his paws. He was a little handsome with a silver, darker grey, and white coat. His golden eyes the color of leaf-fall leaves or sun-lit rocks. He turned towards the black wolf, a little deadly glint in his eyes as for some reason he seemed to want to protect the apprentice-like fae.

"M-my name is Glacierpath, though you can call me Clumsyfoot if you want to, for that's basically what I am." he barked through heated fur due to embarrassment. He wagged his tail a little bit and then lowered his ears. He knew by StarClan he was on ThunderClan land and he was trespassing.

About to respond, the silver-eyed wolf paused as a shiver ran down his spine, and amusement flickered into his eyes. Well, well, a wolf had managed to escape. And since he knew what went on in the dark forest like the back of his paw, it obviously had been the gentle shewolf who'd died from giving birth. Pleased with the outcome, and making a mental note to go and find her to keep an eye on her, he mulled over the next set of events with a slightly vacant look in his gaze. For now, his interest in the two young wolves in front of him had vanished, for he had far bigger plans that concerned him right now. It was quite a while before he returned his attention back to the young pups, and he offered the shewolf a gentle smile. "My apologies for drifting off." Moving his silvery gaze to the male, he considered the other for a quiet moment, rather amused by the glint in his eyes. If the male wanted a fight, then he would learn quite quickly that he'd lose, but that was just semantics. Both were heavily in his debt, and he'd keep that in mind. "I'm sure you'll find a way to repay me, Glacierpath," he said politely, catching the threads of the conversation again. "I'm afraid I must be off, however. I'm sure we'll be crossing paths soon, however." Giving the shewolf a gently nudge, he padded off, waiting until he was out of sight before changing into his shadow form and darting off to their rendezvous site. Eclipsestar would likely want to talk to him about who had escaped.

Tempest's Cavern

Glacierpath watched as the silver-eyed black male made his departure and he gulped nervously. He shook himself off even further and tucked his tail in, fear-scent slightly surrounding him. He was trespassing - on ThunderClan territory, and it was all by accident. He turned towards Maplepaw and frowned a bit, lowering his ears even more. "Sorry for the trouble, whatever your name is, but I believe I need help again to cross. C-could you perhaps lead me to your camp that way I have an escort home? F-f-for.....you see-" he cut off as his fur heated up in embarrassment, " I-I-I don't know how to swim. I never learned how. So can you help me? he finally finished his question. As he stared at her he found himself crushing a bit on her. For she was quite pretty and kind and he didn't know any other females in his Clan who were like that.

He looked down at his paws, his nose still dripping water. He felt like such a disgrace to RiverClan - a 'drypaw' they called him. "One who didn't like getting their paws wet". Ripplesplash didn't seem to care and actually defended him. He started wishing he were as brave as her. There were a lot of things he lacked in RiverClan - friends, the taste for fish, the wanting to swim. He was so much different than them. His sister was pure RiverClan and so was he, though they acted like complete opposites. When he was an apprentice he wouldn't step a single one of his claws in the water, and by the first time he learned how to hunt, his sister was learning how to hold her breath and dive underwater. He knew nothing about swimming, all that he needed to paddle, which he didn't know how to do. He whimpered despite of himself at how much of a failure he was. He felt his name wasn't very suiting of himself.

Having got a little bit distracted by all the new smells, the happy dog had fallen slightly behind his mentor, but bounded over to catch up once he smelt the Riverclan smell. Maplepaw's smell was also around, which confused him. Normally she followed the rules so well, and he was pretty sure that her mentor was still back in camp. Dropping the rabbit, he sat with a sigh and just listened to his mentor snapping at their intruder. Giving Maplepaw a gentle wag of his tail in greeting, he nosed her shoulder gently. “You okay, Maplepaw?” he asked quietly, tilting his head a little. She was young like him, maybe they could become friends and play a bit more. That'd be fun.

Glacierpath flicked an ear and then his golden gaze fell upon Rosestar, who he didn't know what Rosethorn now as well as a dog that had appeared. The male tucked his tail between his legs and backed away, lowering his ears. He knew if he didn't leave now he would have to fight them and he wasn't used to fighting as much as he hoped. He didn't want to show to be a bad person in front of Maplepaw so he submitted to Rosethorn and whimpered as she snapped her jaws and growled at him. As the ginger she-wolf took steps towards him he took steps back and glanced towards the log that had saved him. He gulped nervously and bared his fangs and growled. He would've backed down but he was foolish and wasn't sure if the log was stable enough for him to leap onto. "I said that only because I am the laughing stock of RiverClan. I'm a dry-paw.......I don't like swimming." he growled at Rosethron before backing up further until his hind paws were in the water this time.

He gulped nervously and then leaped onto the log. It gave a creak in opposition before he leaped onto the opposite shore a second before it broke. He landed on the opposite shore and panted exhausted and out of fear. He glanced back at them and whimpered sadly. He wondered if he'd ever see Maplepaw again. Fearful and cowardly, he retreated and ran until he was no longer in view of them and them struggled to swim all the way back to camp.

~ RiverClan Camp ~

Shadepaw’s quest to follow the small patrol as it rounded the corners was going well. He watched intently, creeping in the distance while watching the direction of the wind so his scent would not carry over to them and alert them of his presence… that was when things got interesting. He saw a RiverClan apprentice come out of hiding once the patrol had passed. He’d been far enough back to still be in the relative area and his own sneaking skills must have hidden him from view of the other wolf. “Why hide from a patrol when you're on your own side of the border unless you have something to hide?” He asked, mildly amused. It was possible that the apprentice was doing what he had been doing. He had thought, however, that RiverClan preferred to dive into the water. He tried not to be standoffish, his tail wagging slowly behind him though his eyes still held a guarded look. It was just an apprentice – if it came down to it, Shadepaw had enough confidence in himself that he’d at least be able to put up a fight. “I’m Shadepaw. Who’re you?”

Grizzly, the blind dog had made his escape from RiverClan territory on his own turn. Though he wasn't exactly sure where he was. He could hear fast-moving water but he couldn't see where it was coming from. He unknowingly walked right past Silentpaw and towards the bank of the river. He lapped at the water a little before hearing voices. Those of which coming from across the river, but they weren't spoken to him. Maplepaw? Angus? Another dog perhaps?! Joy overflowed and he found himself barking to see if they could hear him. Maybe ThunderClan was the right choice after all. He could smell them now, his wet tail wagging behind him, spraying the ground behind him with water. His fur lying flat against his back, he appeared to be very thin.

Grizzly, upon hearing no response lowered his ears sadly and blinked his eyes. From Maplepaw's vantage point, his eyes were milky and almost colorless. He sniffled a bit and lowered his tail. He turned his head away from the river and stood there before the coldness became too much and he began shivering. He sighed deeply. "Perhaps ThunderClan isn't the right Clan for me to join after all." he said softly, though she could hear him from where she was. He tucked his tail in and began his slow trek away from her but half-way there his paw slipped and he almost fell into the river. He lay on his side gasping for air as he nearly had a heart-attack.