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A pair of vivid orange eyes swept across the section of forest in front of him, observing every tiny little movement; a bug crawling across a leaf, a tree blowing in the wind. Finally, they rested on a small figure that was clinging halfway up a tree trunch. This was the only section of Cloudclan territory where you could find more than one or two trees together, right alongside the forest-loving Flightclan's border line.

He silently ran up to the tree, his stomach low to the ground in a crouch. The squirrel was already up on a rather high branch, and Hawkstorm was beginning to have his doubts about whether or not this mammal would be caught. He certainly was not much of a climber, living on the flat, treeless plains his whole life. Worth a shot though.

Hawkstorm effortlessly sprung from the ground and, though rather clumsily, managed to just barely get a grip on the uneven tree trunk. Slowly and quietly he worked his way up so that he was looking down the branch where the squirrel currently resided. It must have sensed him though, for it leapt into the air, landing perfectly on a branch on the tree next to where Hawkstorm was. After mumbling a few curses, Hawkstorm jumped down. Climbing was not for him.

He parted his jaws to draw in the foresty scents, hoping to find a mouse or another land-living creature. Although he scented no mouse, he smelled very strongly a cat-- and not a Cloudclan one. He instinctively began following the scent and as he got close, he became able to classify it as a Flightclanner. Finally reaching his target, he stopped in his tracks and stared. Before him sat a she-cat, and although she was not necessarily drop-dead gorgoeous, there was something about her that he was instantly drawn to. He shook his head and hissed at the cat, though not very ferociously. "May I ask who you are to dare come so close to Cloudclan territory?

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Hawkstorm was surprised at the tone of her voice; whether she had ment it to or not, she sounded like she was happy to see a Cloudclanner threatening her. He narrowed his eyes for a second. Mudtail.. Nice name. He hadn't heard of her before, but for some reason felt glad he now had. She was pretty... He shook his head. Being a rather flirty cat, he had to force himself to stay serious.

"I'm Hawkstorm. I guess you have a point there." He meowed, his voice dropping the warning tone and changed to be more friendly sounding. He smiled at the she-cat, trying to appear casual. He was not letting his guard totally down though; most cats normally just stayed plain away from the borders except when on a patrol. It was a bit odd for her to be here. "So what brings you here?" It was a dumb thing to say, but it was all he could think of, so he allowed it to slip out of his mouth.

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Hawkstorm nodded and glanced around the area, pondering what to say next when out of the corner of his eye, he caught her staring at him, a look of thoughtfulness played across her eyes. He soon found himself staring into light blue eyes. They were beautiful, icy but gentle. Suddenly realizing what he was doing, he forced himself to look down. The right thing to say now would be 'Well, I should be heading back to camp now. Bye.'. But he found he didn't want to. It was so unlike him to be like this for some random cat he had never seen before.

Slowly finding his confident, flirty personality returning to him, he meowed smoothly,"So I hear theres been rumors of rogue attacks?" He figured it was a good conversation starter. He sat down casually, which was a bit of a risk since it showed he had no intent of leaving any time soon. She could either continue talking to him, or leave him sitting there like a fool. Maybe I deserve that he though to himself. He really shouldn't be here. If he was caught chatting away with her, rumors would fly through Flightclan faster than you could say true love.