Enter Pinepelt

[Pinepelt (But call me Rioki)]

A bright moon shone over the old dried out streambed. Everything was peaceful. Or was it? Suddenly, a dark brown she-cat crashed onto the floor of the dry riverbed. Gasping, as if she had either gone swimming or run very far, she pulled herself up and half-dragged, half-pushed herself under the edge of the bank then collapsed. She lay there, breathing heavlily, 'till at last she found sleep.

OOC: If some members of StormClan could, like, come and find Pinepelt, I'd really appreciate it.

[Icebite]

Galestar's muscles tightened instantly at the sound of a crash, coming from the riverbed. Carefully, she picked her way down the bank, sniffing a foreign scent. She jumped down nimbly from the ledge, and turned, laying eyes on a pile of milk-chocolate fur. "What business to you have in the territory of StormClan?" She mewed rather coldly, eyes raised in amusement.

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Darkheart had heard a crash. He froze, then cautiously crept forward until he saw some brown fur and Galestar, his leader. "Who is that?" he hissed to himself, looking hard at the pile of borwn fur.