Stryke the rogue.

Stryke was loping through the moors, with the wind on his back. He was in Windclan territory, but he didn't care. Windclan was weak, and Styke didn't care for them. He had never actually met a clan cat, and we was planning too. For all he heard, they were idiots. Stryke stopped running, going so fast that it took 5 fox0tails to come to a complete halt. He sniffed around, and smelt a windclan cat coming. He looked at the source of the smell, hackles and fur raised.

OOC: Sorta powerplay but meh.

Silverfang strode out through the forest, scenting the air. He tasted loner, and had been trakking it for a while now. He forced his way through the undergrowth and looked calmly at the loner. "Your on Windclan territory, just so you know." He meowed, his voice polite but cold.

OOC: This post only took about 2 weeks XD Sorry, I was busy, again.

The windclan cat came out of the undergrowth. "Yes, I am well aware that I'm on Windclan 'territory'" He said mockingly, yet calm. He kept on his toes, ready to move quickly. "But why should I care about Windclan. What have they ever done to me?" He asked, trying to get under the cat's fur.

OOC: TWO WEEKS!? Way more than two weeks. >>