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There was just something about FallClan's territory that made Lionblood feel at peace in a way he couldn't actually describe with words. It was a strange thing for him to want to settle down in one place, having been born and raised in SwiftClan the nomad life was the only one he'd ever known, so It only made sense that when Bloomingpaw had up and fled to FallClan he had followed suit without question. However staying this long was something that hadn't crossed his mind until now. Getting used to the warm breeze and golden light shining through the orange-leafed trees was something he was sure he'd never get tired of no matter how long he stayed. Besides if he left his odds of running into Tangle again would be slim. Still it didn't stop him from looking every time he ventured outside of camp. hoping to catch a glimpse of the ginger-and white she-cat. He had to be careful, and found himself looking over his shoulder more often than not lately, he had no idea what he would say or do if any of his clan-mates happened to cach him trying to give prey away to a rogue.
Rivergale had been out hunting when he caught the scent of his Clanmate near the border. Curiosity flooded the tom, noting that Lionblood hadn't be assigned to one of the border patrols this morning. Following the scent trail, the brown and white tabby ended up catching up with the other tom. Clearing his throat in a greeting, he stopped a few paces away and asked rather loudly, "Find any prey over this way?"
