The bog-lands.

"Yeah," MorningFlower teased playfully, pawing his whiskers. "The fleas are too good for you." She laughed, grinning.

He scoffed. "if anything, I'm too good for you, and the fleas." He smirked.

She cocked her eyebrows. "Yeah you're better? Well I bet you nor the fleas couldn't do this!" She meowed with a grin as she pelted to the nearest leaf barren tree and moved up with speed. She sat on a branch high off the ground, looking down with snowflakes littering her pelt. "Who's better now?" She cocked her head, smirking.

"I bet the fleas are atteacted to you bexause you stink," she smirked.

"Hey!" The mousy she-cat scoffed and let her weight drop, trying to pin him to the ground. "Who's the flea here? Not us, that's for sure." She smirked, batting at his whiskers.

MorningFlower laughs. "Couldn't have been said better." He grins, icy eyes gazing around the tree, looking for anymore squirrels or birds.

HonestyNight bounded over to the group, his eyes bright. "Hey, guys!"

"Hey, HonestyNight!" She said, smiling.

"Hey HonestyNight," ProudFire smiled to the warrior. The fluffy ginger tom shook out his fur then glanced around, feeling somewhat out of place.

"Hey, you." FlamingShadow nudged him gently with her nose. "What‘s wrong? You seem...distant." she tipped her head,on one side.

The tom rolled his eyes, pawing at Chestnut's nose, going to give up on getting her off him, before smirking. "Seems you're too fat for even me to push off." He chuckled, awaiting her reaction.

MorningFlower hopped up another branch and yowled loudly from the tree. "Chestnut, box his ears off!!!!"

ProudFire glanced across to CunningBreath, ChestnutPool and MorningFlower. He slightly laughed and flicked his long white whiskers. He shook his head and smiled, "It's nothing."

She yawned, feeling a bit bored at the moment. She gazed arojnd then flicked her tail at ProudFire. "Want to hunt?" She said, glancing at the to..

The she-cat drew back and rolled off of him nimbly, a horrified expression on her face. She took a threatening step forward, resisting the temptation to laugh. "Let me teach you something. You never call a she-cat fat, unless you want to lose your ears." She leaped towards him with outstretched paws, clamping her jaws around his ear forcibly with a light growl in her throat.

MorningFlower quickly made her way down the tree and trotted over to Flaming and ProudFire. She nudged the tom's shoulder. "Yeah, you alright?" She meowed, slight concern in her icy eyes.

He laughed, though it was mixed in with a growl of his own. "I'll never abide to that!" He chuckled, boxing her head with his paws in an attempt to pry her off.

The she-cat reared up, wrapping her paws around his head as she chewed on his ear. "Mmm, tasty." She smirked as she said so, grinning.

" I think some mud would go nice with it..." The she suggested, sitting back watching the two with a smile next to Proud and Flaming. She wrapped her long furred tail around her paws.

He chuckled. "Of course my ear tastes good. It's me."

Chestnutpool smirked, whirling her fluffy tail in his face. "Only because you've been hanging around with me for a while."

He batted her tail out of the way. "No. My ear tastes good Simply because it's me." He said arrogantly.

ProudFire glanced to FlamingShadow and slightly shrugged, smiling. "Sure," he said, "I see why not."

She revealed a warm smile, heading farthur where there was less noise. She parted her jaws, frowning. "Leaf - bare," she huffed, flicking her ears at Proudy. The vague scent of a vole came to her, and she slowy followed the scent until it got stronger. She creeped ul behind the vole, and pounced. She finished it off and trots back, with the vole in her jaws. "Slightly small, though." She mumured to herself. She glanced at ProudFire, "Do you scent anything?"

MorningFlower was walking over to Flaming. "Oh, Oh, Oh, I do!!!" She meowed excitedly, then closed her mouth, realizing she asked ProudFire. She gave a sheepish grin. "Sorry..." She meowed, taking a step back to give them space.

The lithe warrior pouted, rolling her eyes at him. "Of course it is." She resisted the temptation to laugh, directing her line of sight to the other cats in the area.

ProudFire stifled a laugh and gently cuffed MorningFlower around the ears with his bulky flame colored paws, "Join us," he said to her. The orange cat sniffed the air and slightly frowned, "The scent is stale. But, a small mouse." He sighed, "Leaf-bare..The prey is just so scarce."

She grumbled good natureldly, "Too scare. We‘re going to freeze to death before we find real prey." She said, revealing a half olayful smile.

"We will be Catcicles!" MorningFlower purred, grinning, icy eyes playful.

He raised an eyebrow. "catcicles?"

"You wouldn't understand," She meowed to Cunning with a slight smirk over her shoulder, then turned back to her hunting party.

ProudFire smirked, a grin of delight spread across his muzzle. "You're a catsicicle!" ProudFire meowed as he prodded a bulky flame-colored paw to Morningflower.

The black she cat revealed a smirk, batting Proud‘s ears. "Catsicle number two!"

"If it was any colder, I think CunningBreath will have to get really close to FlamingShadow to keep warm!" She mews in a 'wink-wink' sort of way! :3

The flame-colored tom cackled, laughing. "Oooh, FlamingShadow!" He said, in a mocking tone. The tom gently nudged her, his eyes playful.

The black she cat flushed, laughing. "I doubt it. More to you and ChestnutPool, hmm?" She eyed the two cats,

The tom blushed and scowled. "You're all brats"

FlamingShadow revealed a smirk, "You were talking about yourself, there!" She said, teasingly to CunningBreath.

ProudFire smirked, laughing in amusement at the conversation.

"Oh great, now we're Bratcicles!" She meowed, pretending to roll her twinkling icy blue eyes with a smile.

The short-haired fawn colored deputy padded through. She sniffed the air, once, twice and lowered her head, followed by a sigh. The scent of prey was weak. So weak. She determinedly held her head up and sniffed again, her eyes shutting as she thought. She reopened her eyes, the scent of a slimey green frog lingered faintly by the swampy moss covered logs. She moved soundlessly towards the scent, her pale green eyes narrowed. The deputy leaped forward and grasped the frog in between her front paws. She twisted it and nipped at it's body, causing for it to go limp. She smiled, delighted that she had managed to catch something.

The large silver-tabby padded through the bog-lands. He sniffed the air then flicked his tail to the side.

Honestynight padded through the bog-lands, sniffing the air every now and then for the fresh scent of prey. He sighed as he only could catch faint scents. He sat down and pressed his paws into the snow, making large paw prints.

Iciclebreath briskly padded along the edge of the boglands, thinking of her life within Sombreclan and how content she was.

Chestnut passed by, eyeing the boglands for any sign of life. She raised her head and scented the air. "Doubt there will be any frogs around at this time, but..." She mumbled to herself absentmindedly.

OOC- Just thought I should say: The tresspassing topic was locked, so I'm posting here. Please tell me if I should post this somewhere else.

Brightkit-
Brightkit stumbled into the wet boglands. Even though she had just woken up, she felt as if all her energy had been sucked out of her. She searched the ground, feeling completly frozen. She took another breath, but only to fall to the ground. The trees in front of her slowly started to turn into millions. Then, Brightkit passed out.

This is the right spot to post. :3

HowlingStar bounded through the bog-lands, doing his usual patrol. The silver-tabby then sighted the she-kit ahead then yowled, loudly, as if signalling his clan-mates. The leader went down to the kit's side and gently nudged her with his black nose.

Brightkit-
Brightkit could feel something prodding her. But what was it? Brightkit guessed she would never know. Soon she was able to feel the cold snowy ground below her, and as if she were sleeping, she opened her eyes. She looked around, her vission still a bit blurry. A silver tabby was next to her, nudging her back. Immediatly, almost as if on que, her hackles raised. Then the leaf bare coldness swept through her body again, making her feel weaker. She fell back down to the ground.

"Come on," the silver-tabby then meowed, "Come with me," he said, tugging at the small kit's ear, gently. He did not want to startle the kit or worry her, but, he did not want to see her die in the cold. "I will take you somewhere warm," he meowed, the intentions of the medicine cat den on his mind.

Chestnutpool raised her head as she spotted Howlingstar, a friendly yowl of greeting ready to come out of her throat. She paused abruptly as she noticed a smaller form next to her leader - a kit? Worriedly, she trotted other to the two. "Howlingstar? What's going on? Who's this?" She blurted out as her eyes fastened onto the kit next to him.