He had never been known to stay inside his own borders very well. For a long time borders didn't not exist for the handsome siamese tom, Wolfsgrin had simply wandered, doing as he pleased. Eventually such an existence got boring for him and he decided clan life was a little more fitting. Drama, fighting, pizzaz, and she-cats. There were so many cats to flirt with that sometimes he liked to make a little game out of it with himself. It was all flirting and truly harmless, but tonight the playboy wanted to see what was out on the horizon and the horizon did not disappoint. Off in the distance he spotted - and smelled - a Winterclan cat. "I believe you're a little far from home over here," he grinned, slowing his approach so he was not threatening "Do be careful of all the bears and other scary creatures out here," he said it in a light, matter of fact voice, "I didn't expect to find anyone roaming the mountain tonight. My name is Wolfsgrin."

He glanced over the she-cat before him, a purr of laughter escaping him. Trespassing seemed like such a trivial thing to him, but then again he'd never been very territorial. "Oh, I've seen much scarier mountains, I can assure you. Have you ever been off this mountain? There are some magnificent things beyond it." She was certainly a beautiful she-cat and very friendly for a Winterclan warrior. He'd only come across a few and they were always so cold and chilly with him, but she was warn with her soft and sweet smile. It was a good change of pace. "I grew up between two mountains far away from here, but this mountain you're on is far more charming," he winked and chuckled softly.

His tail was lifted and body relaxed. She was certainly curious - and spunky too. He liked that. "My name is Wolfsgrin, although despite the wolf in my name I think your mountain is a little too cold and unforgiving for me. I quite like to go for walks in the flower fields. Have you ever been there before?" It was unlikely as she was a Winterclan cat. He was not really scared of bringing her into his own territory, either. These borders were clearly very subjective and none of the clans seemed to enforce them very sternly. It was quite amusing to him too. "I would love to take a walk with you." He offered warmly. The worst she could say was no, really.

Wolfsgrin liked how forward she was. It made her intentions clear and all the more comfortable as he led her along the border and deeper into Springclan territory. This night just so happened to be perfect for this. The moon was high in the sky, not quite full but big and bright enough to be beautiful. He led her along the cherry blossom path towards the flower fields. Currently they were just groves of bark with some leaves still clinging here and there, they did not look particularly special but they were absolutely gorgeous when in bloom. "When these trees are in bloom, this path is the most romantic you could ever find. The trees are full of beautiful small petals of pink and white, blowing away in the breeze. You can sit here for hours and just marvel at their beauty... and the beauty of the cat you came with." He smiled at her and continued forward at a steady pace.

(I think kits would be fun and interesting if you want to do them as well! pao) "Anytime, angel." Wolfgrin winked at her, encouraged by each time their sides brushed against one another. "These flowers bloom in mid new leaf, but only for a week. Their beauty is unmatched, but their time is short. It is a shame but worth it." They continued along the barren path but memories flooded his mind. Such a wonderful place. Before long, they reached the summer meadow. It was the best place to go to this time of the year. Every color flower imaginable glistened under the moonlight, swaying slightly in the breeze. A few petals blew past them and he stepped closer to protect her from the wind and offer a bit of his own warmth. "A bit chilly tonight, isn't it?"

Where her fur was thick and lovely, his was short and soft. Even a simple breeze could give him a bit of a chill and he laughed softly. "I forgot you came down from the cold mountain tip! It is usually quite warm here and I've grown used to it." He enjoyed the warmth of her and her pelt as she leaned into him and he relaxed against her. She truly was lovely. "No, like most flowers they will wilt and return again next year. There are very few flowers that make it through our winters, but they are not always beautiful such as these. I like to enjoy them while I can." That's just who he was. He preferred to live and love the short things.

"Hmmm..." He took a moment to think before leading her further along the path. To their right was a beautiful field of orchids. The flowers were a brilliant white in contrast to the deep purple of the stems and they were breathtaking in such a large bundle as they blew in the night breeze, the moonlight further enhancing the rich colors. "These are spring orchids and I love to sit here. They smell quite lovely too, don't you think?" He shot a soft wink in her direction.