whitesand
The greenleaf sun scorched down on all the territories, and soon enough, Whitesand found himself looking for respite in the swamp. The long, mossy trees and boggy land offered relief from the gruelling heat - especially for a long-furred tom like himself. With a sigh, the shadowclan warrior skillfully avoided areas of the swamp that would suck him in, deep below the surface, trapped in mud. It brought memories of apprentice-hood, long days spent learning how to navigate the territories and skills that no other clan would know. Although Whitesand could happily look back on those days, there always was a nagging feeling that pulled him towards his relationship with his mother, Ravenfrost, who had been distant due to her grief. He couldn't blame her, but it certainly hurt.
Shaking the thought out of his head, the light brown and cream tom continued, catching the scent of a frog. If I'm going to be out here, I might as well be useful. Stalking skillfully through the swamp, Whitesand caught sight of his prey and prepared to pounce. Suddenly, the frog bounced away, startled by movement. The warrior quickly turned to the sound, ready to confront a trespasser, "Show yourself." He spoke, evenly yet firmly.
Littlewoods
The kind-hearted medicine cat of Windclan
"Oh, well, thank you! It would be helpful to have some other paws to bring back these herbs." The medicine cat seemed entirely oblivious to any kind of weirdness or gesture that could be inferred from the tom's insistence on staying with him. After all, he was a medicine cat, and lived by a different code. One that was naturally far more friendly and open to other clans and accepting assistance. "I'm sure Desertstar would be far happier if I returned in one piece!" The tom laughed, standing up and gesturing to his pile of herbs on the floor.
"If you wouldn't mind carrying those for now, I can wash myself off in the water far easier on the way back to Windclan territory." He hummed cheerfully, already starting to pad away with his tail upright and alert. Despite having been stuck in mud not long ago, the little tom-cat was in as chipper of a mood as ever.