Plot: Well.... just that your cat (of a different clan or in the same.. doesnt matter to me...) and Briskstone-I dont know- fall in love... How that comes to be exactly- it does not matter to meh. Oh and the your cat can be of your choice- Tom or She-cat.
Briskstone padded about a border, her ears flat against her head. "Flea-brained Wolfstorm..." She muttered to herself, her tail flicking back and forth. She stopped and hissed as a thorn entered her pad. She sat and began licking the wound eagerly. " Mouse-brain Wolfstorm.."-Lick-" Leaving the clan just because"-Lick-" you wanted to"-Lick-" explore outside"-Lick-" The clan boundaries. Doesn't he realize"-Lick-" That I need him here"-Lick-" and why wont this stupid thorn come out!' She hissed the last part rather loudly, her tail thrashing now.