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Not even the strongest warrior can save every cat

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The top walked through the territory each paw step light as to listen to the sound of the surrounding wind, it hadn’t been long since the tortie tom had made his way through the territory where his clan inhabited after all it was his home. The feline walked peacefully his movement stopping to gaze at the gorge it had begun to thaw soon the Riverclan cats would be able to continue what they were most known for swimming. His head arose to spot a black cat at the Riverclan border, seeing the feline his smile quickly dropped as his pupils silted he had many questions what did they want? Were they there to talk? Questions ran through the Tom’s head as he slowly made his way towards the other feline his fur standing as he got closer, he hated confrontation with cats the best he could do was try to at least try and look aggressive as an attempt to scare them away before he had to conversant.

"Your happiness is mine."

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Bayflower's ears perked up as Clamsneeze approached the border. A RiverClan cat the feline had seen at gatherings but never interacted with. The warrior hesitated. Surely it would look suspicious if they just ran away. It was fine. They would stay where they were and explain that they were just walking by. Hopefully this feline was just as kind as Goosesong and Cottonbright if not more. The last thing the black-pelted, dark-eyed feline wanted was a confrontation with either Boldstar or Briarstar. Bayflower flicked an ear, kind of just watching as the tom came closer. Please be friendly please be friendly

Not even the strongest warrior can save every cat

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The tom stopped at the end of Riverclans border slightly disappointed that the cat didn’t leave meaning that the cat that stood at the border was very bold, or they have no reason to be there.
Though he was in fact the one who had come up so he couldn’t complain much, with the scent of the cat it wasn’t hard to tell what clan they belonged to, but what did a Windclan cat want with Riverclan?
The tortie blinked and let his fur lay giving the tom a more friendly look.

If the cat didn’t have a reason to be there then there was no reason that he had to be rude “Hello there” He meowed.
Giving the black-pelted cat a slight smile, he just wanted a few of his questions answered, and maybe he wouldn’t report a strange Windclan cat suspiciously staring into their territory

"Your happiness is mine."

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Bayflower, who hadn't even realised how tense they were, relaxed when the RiverClan warrior gave them a more friendly look, the feline awkwardly greeting them back. "I um hello." The warrior responded with the smallest of smiles out of politeness. "I uh I'm Bayflower."

Not even the strongest warrior can save every cat

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“Nice to meet you Bayflower I’m Clamsneeze” he spoke, “sorry to ask but what are you doing?” He tried to speak in a softer tone as to not frighten the cat worse, the scaring tactic when it works is very helpful as to not be bothered with other cats but not very helpful when you’re already talking to them.

He didn’t plan to hurt the cat either way he couldn’t Bayflower was in fact on their side of the border he would be a mouse brain to try and attack some cat that hadn’t done anything besides all he wanted was answers.

the tortie sat a bit away to keep distance between the two borders that gave them both slight protection 

"Your happiness is mine."

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"Clamsneeze. Delighted to make your acquaintance." Bayflower replied with a deep bow of his head before looking up at the tom again. "I'm just walking by. I like walking by the RiverClan border every so often." The feline explained with a shrug. "Maybe it's why my name is Bayflower." The warrior joked. "What about you? On a solo patrol or also on a walk?"

Not even the strongest warrior can save every cat

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He smiled so they did have nothing to hide just a simple walk, well now he felt a bit bad for trying to make the black-pelted cat leave for nothing more than a simple walk close to the border “Ahh well Riverclan is very alluring” the tom joked.

Furthermore, he nodded keeping note of the felines name it was good to know at least one cat from across the border “I was on a walk as well I was about to return to the camp before I spotted you” he responded.

Not only that, but he had just returned from his and Fogpaws spot he had thought of bringing back some fresh-kill for the clan though Bayflower distracted him a bit.