Shadowclan and Riverclan

Copperwaves long stride allowed the large male to cover the ground with silent ease as he carefully partoled the shadowclan border. His coat shone as it rippled in the slowly dying light and his paws remained fairly white even with the clinging dirt that flicked up onto their sides. His nose was constantly twitching as he scemted and checked the scent markers taking care to not put even a claw over the invisible line that had been in place long before he was born. Reaching the end of riverclans territory border his large frame swung inwards as he headed away from the edge and deeper into his home terf. For Copperwave it was a day of productivity that left the mostly silent male satisfied with borders checked and a bit of fresh kill to collect on his way back to camp.

~Riverclan Camp~