ShadowClan and WindClan border

A nod later and the two would be walking along the border, Insanityclaw's bicolored optics scanning the area. So far he hadn't scented anything out of the ordinary, the typical reek of the twoleg monsters mostly, and Shadowclan's foul scent blowing in from the other side of the Thunderpath. Hissing distastefully at the mixed smells, he would continue without even the slightest fear of any problems.

"Yeah, I noticed...it's actually unusually quiet and bland." Insanityclaw would agree with a nod. "Not a single sign. It's brilliantly calm for once, no cats on the border besides us. I enjoy not having large disputes over...anything really. Though it can't be denied..." He meowed, smirking subtly.

"Life would be so boring without any conflict."

"Indeed they are, and rightly so. It only means we have even more of the advantage if they decide to attack for whatever reason." Insanityclaw muttered, following after her. Ah, typical Insanityclaw, always thinking about the more combat-oriented well-being of the clan. Battle strategies and combat maneuvers were that which he excelled in, after all, so why not put it to use?

"Speed is our claim to fame anyway, not theirs. They might win the award for best swimmers, but they can't bring the river with them everywhere." The tomcat snorted in amusement, having been considering calling them the fattest clan. He wasn't much the type to be rude, however, which is what held him back.