All the same (open)

[Frost]

Frostbite slowly walked through the beautiful, lush meadows in ScorchClan territory, inhaling deep breaths of air. By the time he would get out of this meadow, he would smell like flowers. Snorting in a mix of amusement and annoyance, Frostbite stalked towards a small pool of clear water. He took a few drinks of the water, before shaking the drops off his muzzle and moving on. He had planned to go hunting, because it wasn't hard to find a rabbit or two hidden deep in the flowery meadows, but he didn't really feel like it. Stop being lazy, Frostbite silently told himself. His head shook in disbelief as he sniffed the air, ears pricked for signs of prey. His claws dug into the ground, mainly due to boredom. Frostbite got bored easily, especially when hunting alone. But he hated hunting with others, so boredom was all right with him. Cats made him nervous and he hated how pointless most cat's discussions were. This was probably the reason Frostbite had no friends. Not that he wanted any, by any means.

[Crystalstar]

Her pitch-black paws being carefully placed alongside the border with StreamClan. No one was with her, she needed to be alone, for no reason, she was mainly hopping to find a victim from StreamClan to bring in as a new underling. She loved making other cat's lives suck all the more, it made hers better all the more.

After wandering around the border a few times she tired and got board. Changing her direction she headed towards one of ScorchClan's beautiful dark meadows. She raised her cynical eyes to the moon, the light reflected off her jet-black pelt, turning it to a dark glowering navy. The light shone a very different manipulative sparkle in her eyes. She was Fallenangel, daughter of Scorchstar, and she made sure everyone knew it.

[Frost]

Frostbite's snow white pelt ruffled against the billowing winds. He shook his pelt in annoyance, slinking behind a bush to get out of the wind's path. A deep sniff informed him that a ScorchClan warrior was nearby. After another sniff, he recognized the scent of Fallenangel, Scorchstar's daughter. With a sigh, Frostbite realized he probably was going to run into her at one point, so he picked up his pace in the direction of her scent.

Even though he didn't want to admit it, he couldn't repudiate his clan for long. Besides, if he wanted to get the credit he deserved he would need to get the respect of his clan first. Frostbite's ears pricked as he heard the faint rustling of leaves. His sapphire blue eyes swung to focus on the direction of the noise, but nothing was there. He flicked his ears irritably and continued his path wordlessly.

[Crystalstar]

Fallenangel changed her paws' path, towards a ScorchClan scent, a warrior, that she wasn't all that close to, Frostbite. She could detect he was hidden among one of the meadows, she started following his scent more closely. She placed her paws carefully on the earth, feeling the light touch of the cool ground. ScorchClan easily had the best territory, she thought, dark beautiful forests, cool meadows and ice-cold flowing streams and rivers, though most of their territory had been taken from IvyClan or StreamClan. Its not like they needed it, we did, so we took it, supporting our land. You are not weak, you are strong, and you get what you deserve a powerful voice sneered inside her head. Scorchstar her father, he kept her strong and thanks to him she never showed weakness.