You're not supposed to be here; [OPEN]

The air reeked of the unmistakable scent of clan cats, though by now the she-cat had learnt not to try and bother with distinguishing which clan it belonged to. They were all the same. The same idiots. The fact that they still hadn't encountered any proved her point even further. And what more, said scent was significantly stale, enough to allow the two sisters to know that the half-bridge had not been visited recently. What an absolute shame. It was the only point they could stop in if they were to reach ThunderClan by night; wandering deeper into WindClan would be time-consuming, and most importantly, pointless. Letting out another snort, she spun around to glance at Silversky as she padded up to the edge of the water beside the blue-grey female.

"I think they don't have enough Warriors to fight even us."

A smirk spread across Redsky's face to meet her sibling's chuckle, although she was a tiny bit more concerned about the statement than she was letting on. If somebody was murdering enough clan cats to scare the rest back into the hearts of their camps, they needed to be eliminated. Herself and Silvs were the only ones privileged with openly barging in to cause trouble. In her mind, everybody else had relinquished that right.

"Not that I'd fret over their loss. Poor tail-chasers can't even protect this wreck of a territory."

"Maybe they don't want  to protect it," she hissed indignantly, craning her neck to scan the land stretching off into an endless valley beside the lake. WindClan's camp ought to be somewhere in there. And yet all was still eerily quiet. And she couldn't blame them. Redsky never understood the sheer importance of patrols anyway. "Maybe they've given up, as they should."

The tip of her thin, dark grey tail twitched irritably as her sister sat down, raising a paw to rasp her tongue over it. Obviously, she was not as intrigued with being back around the clans' territories as Red was. But that was not alarming at all. Redsky had not expected her to be. Her sister was driven solely by revenge, and the two of them had no quarrel with WindClan. But Redsky liked to think she was different on that aspect. She would seek entertainment where she could get it. And as far as she could remember, WindClan always had this strange vibe. Convinced they were better than the rest of the clans, and always dying to prove it. It was about as entertaining as a clan of forest cats could get.

"Do you want to go further into the their territory? I don't like this water one bit."

"Obviously the water doesn't like you either," she teased, flicking her tail over Silvs' one ear as she rose to her paws. "No, we're not staying. If these crowfood-eaters don't care one bit about trespassers, we might as well take our sweet time trekking through this pathetic excuse of a land. Brace yourself, for you're sleeping up in a ThunderClan tree tonight." She tossed the final words over her shoulder as she approached the half-bridge sitting idly beside them, utterly silent, though Redsky instantly knew how noisy it could get upon lifting one paw and placing it on the old and damaged wood. It creaked ominously under her weight, but she continued on and slowly padded toward its edge, ignoring the creaking sound dominating her hearing.

"I'll see if anything's visible on the other side of the lake," she called, forgetting to keep her voice low. Or not caring about who would hear her. Both served the purpose. They were not hiding, after all. They were demanding to be noticed. "Then we can be off."

LAIKA OF GS!