Just like any other day, Or is it? {Open}

Hawkwing walked through the forest her pelt still dripping. She had not even bothered to dry herself today, She was in too much of a hurry. She had gotten up early that morning, to go for a quiet swim in her favourite part of the river. It was surrounded by beautiful willow trees, and there was a large boulder, great for resting. It wasn't a bad place to hunt either. But now something had happened, something was wrong. She had just been talking with a R- ... Friend, and she had heard something was hiding where the bad smelling cats lived. Or at least he thought it was wrong, but her friend wasn't always reliable. She scurried onward heading towards a different part of the river, closer to the Thunderclan border. On her way she noticed that there were less Riverclan marking than usual. She re-marked them, even though she was not on patrol. She opened her jaws and smells came pouring into her mouth. There was no scents of foxes! That stupid hare brained, piece of fluff. Always worrying, when NOTHING is wrong. She walked around looking for any fox scent. But she couldn't smell any. Maybe they had it wrong, maybe it was a different part of the forest? No they had deliberately said near the river where the bad smelling cats lived. If any cats smelt wrong to her It was Thunderclan, with their squirrel breath. Wait a second... wrong... wrong... OF COURSE!!! Windclan! Obviously they would smell the worst to her friend. she hurried off in that direction, Her fawn coloured fur blowing in the wind. She enjoyed running like this, the sweet smell of the river close by. She kept her pace, her white paws thundering, and her pale chest heaving. She had practically ran through the whole territory by now, and was really heaving. The solid fawn she-cat came to a halt. She would have to take a break and catch her breath before she went out looking, for her hidden Foxy 'Friends'. She hissed. She really disliked foxes, with their long poof tails, and breath that reeked like carrion. Like really, learn to eat some cat-mint or something, like that reeks! With a whole bunch more odd thoughts springing into her head she sat there, panting slightly after her long run.

Hawkwing had not noticed the other cat in her growing worry. "Oh! Hello! I didn't see you there." She meowed in a slightly surprised and out of breath mew. "I'm Hawkwing. And who, may I ask, would you be?" She asked politely. She sat down, curling her white tipped tail over her white paws. She was still panting slightly from her long run. But she was slowly regaining her breath, along with her composure. By the time she had sat down you could not tell that there was something bothering her, by the way she acted at least. In her light blue eyes you could see a shadow, and in that shadow lived all the worry boiling inside of her. Once she was situated she took a slight sniff, tasting the air for potential danger, but she did this discreetly so the other cat wouldn't notice.

Hawkwing turned her fawn ears to make sure there was no danger lurking in the dark. She really hoped that this was all a misuderstandin, and there were no foxes in riverclan territory. She licked one of her white paws and swiped it over her face, a calming motion. She had calmed down quite a bit, and there seemed to be no danger.. yet.