Crossing lines. >open to thunderclan or riverclan.

[the; MINTY ♥]

The sun shone through the cloudy morning sky to lighten the forest. Fog drifted between the trees and water droplets clung to every leaf after last night's rain. It was cool and humid, and not very comfortable. However, one warm place was decent, at least. Cloudpaw ran forward and made a flying leap, his black and white kit-fur fluffed out with exhilaration, before he crash landed on the rocks and rolled over. Despite the rain, the Sunningrocks were still warm and comfortable, and the young tom found a dry spot beneath an overhang to rest. He stretched out and relaxed for a few minutes, tired by the run through the forest. But soon his energy returned, and he leaped to his paws, bright and energized. He mewed in discomfort, however, as his head hit the overhang. A young rabbit, surprised by the noise, dashed away, and he leaped out to follow it. Staying low to the ground he streaked away, crossing the scent line unknowingly. And he only stopped as he reached the edge of the world, to look down to see his prey being washed away in the flooded waters of the gorge, his claws clinging to land.