{Bluespirit+Breezenight}

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"I guess there is not trouble there, as long as non of us cross the limits." Daylights said, smiling warmly. Then turning to Bluespirit she said, "I have to go.. um.. things to do." She ran away into the bushes.

Bluespirit was left alone there, only with the other Windclanner, the one called Breezeneight... ugh.. He thought. Windclanner.... disgusting He narrowed his gaze at Breezenight and started to pad away.. "G'night.." He muttered, and then, under his breath. "Filthy Windclanner..."

[-.NighTSighT.-]

"Filthy Windclanner?" The agile she-cat asked trying to sound amiable, but inside she was deep in anger. She sat on her haunches and wrapped her bushy darker tail around to show she wasn't going to move from there. "Night, Thunderclanner." She replied simply, abruptly moving her head toward the sky, as if not accepting another comment from the rival warrior.

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Bluespirit snorted at the she-cat's pacience. He began walking forward, eyes adjusting to the darkness. What he didn't see was the branch infront of him that plunked his nose. Yowling/cursing, Bluespirit jumped back from the pain, and accidentally stepped on a loose rock. Falling on the ground, nose a bit drippong from blood, he rolled on the grass and suddenly across the border and into Breezenight, cursing with all his might.

[-.NighTSighT.-]

The lean she-cat's pale green eyes widened as the big tom fell over her, she let a yowl escape her muzzle and blushed under her fur, as she felt the weight of the tom over her. She wriggled free, and took a step back gasping for breath. "You are bleeding!" She exclaimed, and approached to gently lick his bloody nose. The smell of Thunderclan clenched on him reminded her of the rivalry, and guilt gnawed at her but she did not want to provoke a fight, realizing that she had just licked the tom she awkwardly began to lick her fluffy creamy chest instead, and commented with embarrassment, "You haven't told me your name.."

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Bluespirit stood up rapidly, backing away. "Don't touch me again.." He rasped, then more camldly, gaining his composture he said. "I didn't tell you my name 'cause you are from another clan, but I guess I have no other choice right now. I am Bluespirit.." He said cooly. "I guess I must also say sorry, then, sorry." Bluespirit added, proudfully standing, head held high, he passed his massive paw over his nose, cleaning the blood away.

[-.NighTSighT.-]

The lean creamy she-cat frowned slightly, "I wouldn't have touched you, if you wouldn't have squeezed me." She pointed out, looking defiantly into the tom's bright azure eyes, her own pale orbs narrowed. "--and I was just trying to help, but I see you are so... mouse-brained."

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Bluespirit narrowed his gaze. "Mouse-brained!? How dare you insult me! Craddy Windclanner..." He hissed. "And it wanst my fault I squeezed you, I didn't want that branch to poke my nose! And I didn't even want to pass the border to bump into you! But I guess that now you are to mouse-brained to understnd that, ain't you?"

[-.NighTSighT.-]

The she-cat glared at him with the iciest, and coldest gaze she had ever gave, being quite peaceful and serene, this tom had really showed her what anger felt like. Her pale green optics narrowed dangerously at the tom, "Step out of myterritory." She whispered coolly, her white whiskers twitching with irritation, and her darker tail lashing behind her, she emphasized clearly the my in her words. Definitively, she wouldn't change Windclan for anything-- not even her childhood friend, Winterleaf, whom now she was rival with. She lowered her head observing the tom, awaiting for him to step away of Windclan territory.

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Wow, she has some guts... Bluespirit thought. "Fine.." He said cooly. then thinking better of it, it really was his fault all this happened. "Sorry for insulting you, this is your clan, and it was I who bumped into you, I guess.. sorry again.." He said with some difficulty, he had never given a true appologie. "Bye, Windclanner.." He said cooly padding away, not a drop of fear or anger in his eyes, but wonder.

[-.NighTSighT.-]

"Goodbye, Bluespirit." She meowed softly dipping her ginger head, feeling remorseful by the way she had acted toward the tom- even though he was of a rival clan. She waved her bushy ginger tail and her pale green orbs defrosted their coolness, returning to the usual dull sheen of her uninterested gaze. She heaved a sigh and padded away from the border.