Whenever she couldn't sleep she found herself walking with nowhere in particular in mind. She wasn't sure what time it was, but that didn't matter. She would eventually end up back at camp when everyone would start getting up. It was strange... Despite there being other clans she didn't know anything about them. Of the drama that was going on or the problems within each clan. Although, she supposed it made sense for her not to know an outside clans personal problems. The drama between clans was probably something she should know, but no one in WindClan knew of this or even talked about it. WindClan was isolated from the affairs of the other clans, which was fine by her. That meant that the other clans didn't care too much about them or had any grudge towards them. The clan tried its best not to get involved with others.
Even meeting cats outside of the clan other than the gathering was unusual. On border patrol it was quiet. If there was another cat from another clan there was rarely any acknowledgement. She didn't even realize that she was at fourtrees. It was then the scent of RiverClan flooded her senses. Swanfeather? He was the only RiverClanner she met, but it didn't smell like the tom. Following the scent she found a molly with numerous scars. Despite the blank face she expressed she was a little nervous around this molly. I don't want any trouble. Although, it would be worse to ignore the molly and run off. "Hi," she mumbled. What else do I say?!