You Break Her Heart, I Break Your Body... (Cobrastrike Takes ThunderClan Mate)

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    Cobrastrike swam across the river to Sunningrocks. The massive brown tabby knew he shouldn't be there, but he was anyway. The RiverClan tom climbed ot the highest rock, and fell asleep in no time at all.

    Mistyfur arrived sometime after, surprised to see the large tom on top of the rocks.
    She wasn't angry or anything- just amused.
    "Hey, sleepyhead, wake up." she meowed softly, jabbing him slightly in the gut with her paw.

    Cobrastrike sprang up, his fur fluffed up. He looked like a giant furball as he did this. The massive tom realized this ThunderClanner was not attacking him, or even angry."Uh, sorry. I guess I'm really not supposed to be here?"[/font]

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    The she-cat giggled a bit at Cobrastrike's reaction, but got more serious afterwards.
    "No, you're not." she stated, looking him squarely in the eye. "So why are you?"
    She narrowed her eyes in an intimidating manner, tail flicking as she awaited the answer.

    Cobrastrike smiled sheepishly. Despite such a massive size, the brown warrior was only a young one. He flattened his ears and lowered his gaze. "I....I did it on a dare."He realized how mouse-brained he sounded, but whatever this cat did, he knew he had to take it. "Actually, I was supposed to wait for a whole ThunderClan patrol....."

    "A dare? Are your clanmates trying to kill you?" she asked, incredulous. "As soon as a patrol see you here, they're going to rip you to shreds!"
    The she-cat didn't exactly know why- but she didn't want this cat to get in trouble. He seemed like a nice tom anyways.
    And maybe she was exaggerating just a little bit. The patrol weren't going to kill him- but there would be some consequences. And besides, the more serious it sounded, the faster he would move along.

    Cobrastrike flinched. Even though he knew it was against the warrior code to kill, he didn't know if ThunderClan followed this same policy. The massive brown tom flattened his ears more, and curled tail over his back. He turned to leave, looking over his shoulder.[/font] [font=comic sans ms]"Sorry."


    Timeskip to Gathering?

    (Sure~)


    Mistyfur arrived at the gathering, the other Riverclanners in front of her fanning out into the crowd. She didn't quite know what- who to look for. As she moved along, searching for something she didn't know, she spotted brown fur in the mass of cats.
    The she-cat racked her brain as to where she'd saw that pelt before, and rolled her eyes when she remembered.
    She padded towards that flash of brown, and sure enough, it was Cobrastrike.
    "What did you tell your friends about the dare?" she asked, settling down in front of the tom.

    Cobrastrike jumped at the she-cat's voice, than relaxed as he realized who it was. "The dare? Oh, well, I went to the leader about it, and my clan-mates were pretty ashamed, and they haven't talked to me for awhile. But anyway, how are things in ThunderClan?"

    "Well, I guess that means they got what they deserved," she remarked. "They weren't your real friends if they made you do that. And you're a nice tom anyways, I'm sure you'll find others to hang out with."
    What was that she said?
    'You're a nice tom'?
    Well that was embarrassing. She was slightly flustered, her cheeks the lightest shade of pink, but she made an effort to hide it and listened to the question.
    "It's normal, pretty boring- but we ran out of Coltsfoot and one of our kits has a nasty breathing problem. It doesn't grow well here, but our warriors have too much pride to ask for some from other clans." she chattered. Afterwards she got the feeling that maybe she shouldn't have talked about her clan's problems to a Riverclan tom, but Cobrastrike seemed kind, and she felt a bit more open with him.
    That didn't stop her cheeks from growing even hotter, though.

    Cobrastrike tilted his head 40 degrees to the left. He had noticed these things, too. He tried to cover up the subject by shaking his head and replying, "Looks like ThunderClan warriors are just the same as RiverClan warriors."