MinkWing was walking around the border of Thunderclan and Shadowclan. Her paws were so dark from the ash that she didnt care to clean them at this point. Her fur also was filled with some ash, and some of it was on her fore head. She really didnt like the ash but everything else was pretty great in her opinion.
   She never really loved Thunderclan, they blamed the whole of Shadowclan for the fire, at least most of them did. It was so very annoying each time she saw one, it was always so hostile. It was hard to talk to them, they just glared and walked away like she needed to give them something and that even that would not be enough to pay for "her" crimes. They were so arrogant and unforgiving to cats who did nothing but did their best to help their own clan, except for the ones who actually set the forest fire. 
   She trotted around sniffing the air from time to time, just in case there was something she could hunt. She really needed to have something to kill, but not a cat, she did not want to be a murderer. Her killing a cat would give Shadowclan less respect then they already had, and she didnt want to be the one who did it. That was surely going to make her be looked down on by her clan. Also she did not want to take a cats life unless they deserved it.
   There actually was a smell, but it was no prey, not at all. It was a patrol. A Thunderclan patrol, of course it was, what else would it be.
   Then MinkWing heard a huff from across the border.
  She turned her head to look over the border and there he was. A cat with his ears pinned, but they were just sitting. A Thunderclan warrior, wholesome. Maybe i can get him to be a bit less..hostile? No, hes just sitting there, well something because he looks like he could claw me to death right now if he had a good reason. She thought trying to look as non aggressive as she could, but not weak nor helpless. 
   She flicked her tail tip a bit nervous about what would be the best thing to say. She opened her mouth and for some weird reason she didnt say anything for a moment. An awkward pause, exactly how she hated it.
  "So, hello. I think i have seen you before, in a gathering was it? It was Fog..Uh, Fur was it?" MinkWing asked.
      She knew FogHearts name, she heard it once or twice. She just wanted to start some sort of conversation.
      MinkWing wanted to know what would make them maybe a bit more chill around her, understand that she is just goofing around. 
   Her ears perked at him and she gave an confident but restrained smile.

She let out a few giggles as she sat down so that she would look at least the slightest bit menacing, or something that was menacing but way more playful.
  "Thats one thing your right about, well it is creepy. My name is Minkwing." She says her giggles turning into loud laughter. This cat could actually joke, well kind of. They werent all grumpy faced after all.
    Minkwing looked at Fogheart with a wide smile crossing her face. "So, is everything alright now?" She said trying to keep a good mood still and ask a normal question that other clans could ask without being shouted at, but now she wasnt that sure that he would react that way to her.

She bust out laughing so much that she fell in the ash. She was wheezing helplessly on her side now. "Well, Your awesomeness, I bet that theres None in the entire valley" Minkwing said still laughing. She tried to rise on her feet but she really couldnt. 
    She knew this wasnt a very menacing and fierce way to meet. And she hoped that this wouldnt lead into her getting in trouble. But she was still there almost swallowed by the ash. And her lungs felt like they needed air desperately.
     "But what do you want for it?" She started. "A title? Oooooh i have a  good one! ´The best jokester!´ Or ´The master being the best!´"