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Copper penny eyes looked across the territory. There was a hint of boredom in her face, noting that perhaps she was too casual for her own good. After all, what she was doing was against the rules.. Her lips twitched at the engagement her brain made with rules. Of course, she followed no rule. She did not even have a moral code, one that would guide her paths. She was chaotic in that way, incredibly hard to read. But that was how she liked it. She liked keeping others on their toes, liked being completely unreadable. This was perhaps why she had ventured to the clans for the first time today. It was something that no one expected of her. Others of the city expected her to lounge through the streets, harassing others as she went. They didn't expect her to make a decision that, at least for a day, she wanted a change of pace.
Gossamer sighed as she stepped over the border. This would be a change of pace. Already, the world seemed slower outside of the bustling city. A change of pace indeed.
The deputy had been patrolling the border. Of course he had. Every clan was patrolling their borders day and night after all the destruction these past moons. Cat's were still turning up from the flood and seeking refuge from the rouges and so Arsenicedge had taken to walking these borders as often as he could. This was why the unknown she cat hadn't made it before than a few paw steps before his baritone voice asked from behind her. "Can we help you?" He wasn't ruffled by the intruder, Summerclan had fairly open borders as long as the cat meant no harm.
"I guess that depends, doesn't it?" Despite being from deep within the confines of the city, her voice drawled lazily over the words. She offered him a good once over, her lips twitching into an amused smile. He wasn't what she had expected to stumble upon. Weren't these cats supposed to be territorial? He didn't seem bothered at all by her presence. "Mostly," she continued, "on what kind of folks you all are. How friendly, or how unfriendly." She let her tail brush against his shoulder. This, she figured, would be more entertaining than she had expected.
