War: it seemed to be the only thing that RiverClan ever discussed.

So when everyone cheekily asked her to go patrol the border every five minutes, Sandwhisker had no choice but to finally give in. They drove her up the walls, really. She saw no point in war, nor did she always respect borders. Really, she didn't care for the code in general: it was StarClan that would guide them, not some silly guidelines made up generations ago. Those things were in the past, they didn't apply today and to the gifts that all cats held in their paws. The pointed warrior was aware of the reasoning behind sending her out on patrol of all cats. Not only did they regard her as "lazy", but they also respected that she got along with, well, everyone. So they wanted intel.

Frankly, she didn't care about digging up dirt. There was no point in declaring war on WindClan: they had the territory, the prey, and therefore the advantage as well. Why not ask such a peaceful clan for help? Surely, Stormstar would feel generous if they only treated him kindly.

Pausing, Sandwhisker suddenly realized that she forgot what she was doing. However, she spotted a figure laying in the grass, and immediately became both curious and concerned. He was smelly, like, WindClan-smelly, but it didn't bother her. Was he ok? Did he get in an argument and lose, resulting in him sleeping outside of camp because he felt embarrassed?

She heard him speak- which was good, because it meant he was alive. What did he mean by "surprisingly peaceful"? Not all RiverClan cats were stuck on the idea of charging into WindClan and stealing prey.

"...What do you mean by 'surprisingly'?" She didn't have a drop of shame, and decided to outright ask him.

"I believe that change is refreshing." Sandwhisker commented in an even tone, allowing herself to be seated before neatly wrapping that fluffy tail around her paws. Personally, she had never been daring enough to sleep outside of camp, finding the warmth and comforts of home to make her feel significantly more secure. However, maybe she wouldn't be entirely against the idea? Sleeping under the stars would put her closer to StarClan, she felt.

The seal point never recalled seeing the fire-colored tom before, not even at the Gatherings. Was he new? Or had she never been looking hard enough? Regardless, he seemed like a decent cat that she wouldn't mind striking up a conversation with, hence her sitting down instead of deciding to force him out. Would RiverClan be ashamed of her? Yes...but she didn't care.

His mention of her thinning body weight made Sandwhisker frown. Ice made fishing difficult- she of all cats would know after falling into those freezing waters earlier. "No...hunting is difficult when our land is small, and our Clan large. Especially with leafbare freezing up streams we need for fishing."

Shadowcat

She had never seen a pelt as bright as his, not even in RiverClan during the seasons when fish ran well. Sandwhisker never realized how fixated on his coat she was, until it finally hit her that she was staring for far too long for comfort. Shifting awkwardly, she adverted her eyes to a tree in the distance in hopes of making it less obvious. "That would be very kind, but..."

Sandwhisker couldn't spoil RiverClan's plans. If she gave away their discussions of an attack, Emberwing might relay the message to his own leader. While she wasn't one for obeying an outdated code, she was still loyal to her clan, and she knew that StarClan would frown upon her for betraying RiverClan outright. "...We've gone through some leadership changes." It was all she could say, for now.

Shadowcat

This conversation was a nice change of pace for Sandwhisker, with discussions including WindClan warriors being either sparse, or hostile. It was enjoyable, really. She didn't mind a deep conversation with her fellow RiverClan warriors, but it always felt the...same. Same problems, same concerns, same aspirations, same everything. "I've been...alright." She had to think on it. Outside of the clan drama, she'd been pretty happy, at least when her ex wasn't around. The idea of being infertile still haunted her like a nightmare, it was a horrible feeling that was constantly looming over her. Even her clanmates seemed to look at her differently. Not all cats wanted to be a mother, but Sandwhisker...she did.

"Oh please, Emberwing, I think you know the answer to that. I'm from RiverClan! " She waved a paw as if she was dismissing his question, a small chuckle escaping her jaws. "It would have to be walleye. Not too fishy, but still different from landprey. How about yourself?"

Shadowcat

Simple- she liked that. Everything seemed far too complex and overwhelming as things evolved and changed, including the warrior code as it was. It didn't suit today's style of living. A small smile formed on Sandwhisker's maw as Emberwing spoke about his favorite fresh kill, and it remained until he mentioned the flower, in which she grew warm from nose to tail. The RiverClanner's head bowed bashfully, and her lake-colored eyes began to dilate innocently out of the sheer delight that washed over her. "You're so sweet, Emberwing." Sandwhisker responded softly, taking a few steps closer to the tom.

Her clanmates were fueled on the idea of bloodshed and vengeance, they allowed no time for sweet-talk or kind conversations in general. "None of the toms in my clan are nearly as lovely as you are." Growing hot once more, she couldn't resist looking away, feeling guilty of her actions. Yet, she only spoke the truth- what was so wrong with that?

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