Frosty says Hi!

Frostclaw bounded gleefully through the leaf-strewn pathways, a large dead rat clamped in his jaws. He grinned stupidly, a gleam in the warrior's eye. His mottled grey coat was swirled and ruffled, from the howling winds that swept continually through the lands.

The tomcat carefully avoided a flooded patch of field, and found himself at his home - the WindClan camp. Throwing the rat on the fresh-kill pile, Frosty yowled, pleased with himself,

"There we go! The biggest one I've ever caught!" he turned and trotted round a corner, past a rock, to several warrior's dens. Frosty poked his head into his own and, seeing nothing of interest there, decided to pay Mossfire and Wolfclaw a visit just to say hi.

Frosty crept into Mossfire's den. He pawed at the ground and called to his friend in a quiet, but energetic, voice. "Mossfire?" he meowed, "Are you there? It's me - Frosty."

(Mossfire's nest was empty. He had left just minutes before. His nest smells strongly of the river and is a little wet. Closer inspection reveals it also smells of fox, and a little Riverclan scent is there too.)

Frosty saw that the den was empty. He sniffed, sampling the air. "Hmm..." he wondered, picking up a rich mixture of scents from the den. He could smell damp, foxes, and even Riverclan.

Frosty frowned. He then started to make up his own exciting little story using the scents."First, he was...running away from foxes. Then Riverclan abducted him, and they taught him how to swim. And now he's gone to dry himself off." Frostclaw laughed, and settled down outside the den. "I'll wait until he comes back." he smiled.

Mossfire entered the camp slowly, hoping he could make it back to the warrior's den without anyone noticing. Then he noticed Frostclaw waiting outside the den. "Oh no, he's waiting for me! He must have noticed I was gone," he thought. He walked slowly over to the den and said, "hello Frostclaw."