Winterstar and Warmheart

[Larien Melwasúl]

OOC;; Surrle, you know in the plot thing, SageClan's part as a whole is about how the other clans think down about them and stuff? Well, that's what this is going to be about kinda.

A large, white warrior strolled along in his territory. He was patrolling with his deputy. Though, it wasn't exactly a very good patrol. Apart from the fact that there was only two of them, but that they were not keeping focused on things like scents and markings.

Winterstar started to draw up a conversaction:
"Warmheart...have you noticed lately...that, well. It's hard to explain. But it just seems like the other clans think that they are...well...better than us or something. Do you get that feeling?" he shot a quick glance at Warmheart.

[Surrle!]

The black and white tom let out a sigh of relief. Nothing dire. "Yes, actually, I have. I was thinking about that the other day. I wonder why? Maybe they need a skirmish or good strong border markings to get it into their thick skulls that SageClan stands for no foxdung." he suggested jokingly, although the idea of the other Clans looking down on them was terribly worrying. He shrugged. "I don't suppose there's much we can do, though," he added, "Do you?"