Do you think I'm mad?

Yes. Sometimes I think that I'm going mad. Do you — be honest with me — has that thought ever crossed your mind? 

She shouldn't be here, not because its not allowed. This land belongs to nobody after all. But that was precisely the point. It made her think, it made her less sure of her decision to stay in the Elite. She thought she had made up her mind about the issue, but coming here...I made her rethink everything. For this place, it looked good enough to build a seizable home. Far away from everything. And even though she will be on her own, she could still manage surely? The red she-cat shook her head. No the risk was to but so was the temptation. It made her think to her old mentor and what she always told her when hard decisions had to be made. "The hardest thing to learn in life is which bridge to cross and which to burn."

He had been traveling a lot during the time after he had been banned from Shadowclan. It might have been his best decision ever to make sure he got banned from the clan, because now he just had the freedom he needed to go wherever he wanted. Lately he had been staying in rogue territory close to the clans, so that he might be able to stir up some trouble in some of the clans. He kind of wanted to have that excitement again from the time after he had just left Shadowclan. He smelled a new scent near the place he had been staying at and his neckfur rose a little bit. Being on his guard he started following the scent until he spotted a she-cat not much farther away. If he was right the smell belonged to Bloodclan, so it was a high chance that she was from Bloodclan. "Hello," He greeted her. Even though it had been a simple greeting he made sure to stay on guard in case the she-cat would suddenly do something.

Her thoughts however were interpreted by a voice. Quickly she eyed the stranger who had spoken. A grey tom-cat, with gras green eyes looked back at her. He appeared to be a lot younger than she was. Brat narrowed her eyes eyes at him and studied him more closely. He was not much to look at, very plain if you asked her. But he did have something peculiar about him. His air to be precise. While he has predominantly his own smell, there were some faint smells of both Windclan and Shadowclan. Was he associated with those clans in some ways? Or did she overthink it? 'Greetings stranger.' she greeted him back, her voice neutral but with a hint of curiosity.