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Honeysplash stretched out on the river stone below him, the warm sun bringing out the honey splashes in his cream colored coat. The light mist of the river made his fur seem to shimmer even more than normal. He was out in the open, and hard to miss while lying in the sunbeam that lit up the otherwise rather dark shadows of the trees.
He seemed completly comfortable, which was rather odd for a cat who had crossed the boarder into another clan's territory. He was clearly not from DayClan, and it would only take a moment to take in his scent and realize he was from SunClan.
A small bit of moss hung from gentle curve of the jaw-line, swaying between both the soft breeze and the motion of her steps. For a while, her head in some cloud or another, she didn't notice the tom. It wasn't until the mist and the breeze carried the scent did she notice him, his body curved along one of the river stones. Against her better judgement she didn't stop, didn't even hesitate. Instead she continued forward, the only change being in the hint of wariness in her approach. Her paws steps softened on the ground, taking to a smoother, more cautious gate, the sound of her footsteps less than a mere whisper in the greater sounds of nature.
It wasn't until she met the edge of the water, close enough that, with a good pounce, she could have jumped onto the same stone as him, that she paused. Her blue eyes looked him up and down, acting as gems encasing her curiosity as if her emotions could solidify and manifest in the twin jewels of her sapphire optics. There was silence, but if there was any unease it was certainly not on her end. There was caution, but the adventurous kind, mixed with something more good humored and pleasant that fear or worry. She let the quiet linger longer, before taking in a small, soft breath to speak.
"Aren't you a little far from home?" The question seemed to caress and melt the silence, buzzing in the air with its mixture of innocent curiosity and warm teasing.
As the she-cat approached, he lengthened his spine and stretched his front paws far out it front of him while lifting his hindquarters up towards the sky in a lazy stretch before straightening into a sitting position. He yawned, lifting one paw to rub at his eyes sleepily. Even at his full height he was only the size of a young apprentice, his thin face and wide blue eyes only adding to his kit-like appearance. As she spoke, his pupils dialated slightly
"Am I?" he looked around blinking at the unfamiliar landscape of DayClan's territory. "Oh it seems like I must have wondered to far and fallen asleep while I was playng with..." He trailed, the sleepiness completely gone from his gaze
"NNNOOOO" he wailed, tears forming in his eyes as he jumped to his paws and began searching frantically around the stone he had been sleeping upon for something. However what that something was left open for interpretation.
The curiosity melted away into absolute astonishment and disgruntled bewilderment as the she cat scrambled a few steps back, giving the tom room and keeping her self a safer distance away from the scene of the tom scrambling around. "My Starclan..." She said under her shortened breath, feeling the adrenaline of the shock and her pulse like a second living creature quivering inside her own body so fiercely she knew even without looking at the mirroring waters beside her that she'd taken to trembling a bit.
"What in the world did you loose?" She asked, piecing together the abrupt turn of events even while the question fled from her tongue. She was hesitant to take her eyes off the tom now, his unpredictability moment before now coloring her every behavior around the foreign warrior. And yet, with resistance, she turned her eyes to the ground, slightly wet and dewy from the mist, to see if she could find anything among the wet grass and her slowly waterlogging moss.
The tom circled around the rock, frantic to find the object the had been lost. So lost in his despair, that he almost forgot about the she-cat that had confronted him about being on their territory. He pawed at stones over turning them, and then turned his attention to the river. His eyes were wide with terror, worried that it had fallen into the waters. After several circles, he sat down. His bottom lip quivered eyes watering.
"My whiskers, I can't find my whiskers" a defeated look washed over his face, his voice wavering "I feel asleep with whiskers, and I woke up without" he tried to explain as he sniffled, obviously very upset by this turn of events. He lifted a paw wiping at his eyes, his long white whiskers quivering in the light still firmly attached to his face.