Whistletoe Silverclaw
Current Location: Thunder path => Clan Boarders.
Interactions: [@Phaesaris] Owlkit

He came from the north today having strolled there to hunt a few days ago and now he had returned. Of course even he avoided the thunderpath as much as possible but today were an exception. Reaching it however he both listened and looked from side to side carefully from the safety of the woods before cross while it was clear. He knew very well what awaited the careless on this path... He had been one of those who cleaned an 'accident' up once a day when he had strolled by. 

As he reached the river however he glanced to the lake and figured it was quite unfortunate that there was no central path. However he didn't want to swim across it hoping that perhaps the cats would understand, not that they really could do much to stop him without an entire army. Yet he would not make a fuss out of it if they actually tried to stop him. Having decided he crossed over the stones with ease and swiftness that probably was unreachable for any felines not of his size as even a rather tiny gap for himself was quite huge to a wildcat.

He went into Oakclan territory, passing quickly throug its boarders and along the lake towards Boulderclan. If any cat spotted him along the way he figured it would take them to long to assemble any proper counter to persuade him to leave, yet he preferred to not pass straight through it as that was just like asking for trouble. Instead Whistletoe marched to the boarder between the two clans figuring it would possibly be the best place to cross between them... However there was something there to catch his attention today. Yes. At first he had a hard time even noticing the small creature... But it was certainly too big to be a forest mouth and too clumsy to be a squirrel. It was a cat... A very tiny one at that, in fact he was quite certain that it was even 'tinier' than an average sized wildcat meaning it was either a dwarf cat or a kit. He guessed the latter as it seemed to be full way moving from boulderclan territory to Oakclan. And it didn't take a genius to guess where it actually belonged.

Whistletoe couldn't help but to refrain to pass up on such an amusing scene, and thus he hurried in close behind the kit probably moving at ten or more times its speed with his own steps. Then he leaped and gently landed with four legs around the kit and starring down at it. [color=green]"Bo!..."[/green] he roared, before sitting down beind it and gently trapping it within his grasp. [color=green]"Well, hello there little furrball... You lost?... Well I must say its your lucky day that I found you before any other large predators did... Because your quite tiny if I say so myself....and even if you hardly suit for a snack, we larger predators aren't usually so picky when food is offered on a silver plate... "[/color] he said and purred loudly amused. [color=green]"Its time to go home Kit. I shall escort you back to your clan so you have nothing to worry about. Now, do you want me to carry you or will you ride on my back?"[/color] he asked.