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Stagrunner yawned and stretched his body out over the wooden planks of the half-bridge, head in just the right position to gaze down at the water below. It may have been the middle of winter, but in Stagrunner's mind, any temperature above "literally snowing" was appropriate weather to sunbathe in. Only if he'd already kept up his training and completed his duties for the day, of course--which he had, so if anyone had a problem with him sunbathing then he felt like he was morally in the right to push them into the waves. Peace and quiet, that was what Stagrunner liked. If only I didn't live somewhere that tended to not have a lot of peace and quiet.
The water was one of the main reasons the two brothers had decided to settle down in SummerClan after loosing WaterClan. While Whiteperch had been off searching for his brother, Blightbone, WaterClan had turned into something else that no matter how hard they tried, it never really felt like home again. And despite his love for the ginger-furred tom that ran the Clan, Whiteperch couldn't stay there anymore. So one night, he and Blight left with hardly looking back, though it felt like a claw stabbing his heart with every step.
And it was those memories swimming through his mind at the little white tom padded down the shoreline, relishing the feeling of the ice cold sand on his pads. He half debating on trying to fish, though unsure of how cold the water might really be. Parting his jaws to see if he could pick up any other scent, his chocolate colored ears perked up when he caught the scent of Stagrunner. He had let to really get to know all of his new Clanmates, unsure of how they all really accepted outsiders, but there was only one way to find out.
"Hey there!" he chirped, hopping up onto the half bridge, letting out a faint yowl of surprise at the sound of creaking underpaw.
