"La da da da doo...do da da da de!"
Weaselfoot winced visibly when his yowl reached the last note, a strained cracked high. "No, no...now that won't do," he muttered to himself, narrowing his eyes in thought before clearing his throat. "Ahem...deee!" He yowled out briefly, smiling in satisfaction. Failing to realize how horrible his singing really was, the black and white warrior laughed and continued to walk cheerfully along the border, "that's more like it!" Today his head was held high, and though he was supposedly doing a "one-cat" border patrol, he was doing very little patrolling, and more of racket making. Now residing to a buzzing hum, Weaelfoot closed his eyes, enjoying the way the sun light bathed his pelt. It was perfect. No clan-mates to tell him what to do, no rules, no hunting, just him and himself.
Smiling broadly, he opened his eyes and laughed when he noticed a small bright butterfly relaxing on the end of a grass blade. Bending down until his amber eyes where level with the yellow wings, he breathed quietly. "Hey, you alone to?" Weaselfoot laughed, twisting his head to one side as it stayed silent. Than suddenly like a startled bird, the butterfly rose in flutter of alarm, coming down to land on the nearest spot...which happened to be the very tip of the Windclan tom's nose.
Momentarily going cross eyed as he tried to view it, Weaselfoot let out a yowl of shock "Ahh! What the-" Stumbling backwards, he landed with a loud "ooaf!" on his back, dust swirling around, his body very close to the Shadowclan border. Laying backwardly, he narrowed his eyes as the butterfly took flight again, this time soaring away. "That wasn't fair!" He pouted, though a quick smile of amusement followed as his gaze followed it away.

[ooc: Weaselfoots a dork....xD]

Muscles relaxing, Weaselfoot took a deep breath of the pleasant warm air, rather enjoying the lazy position on his back. In fact it was so nice, he could almost feel himself falling asleep. "Heck why not, who's going to stop me?" Eye lids fluttering, the warriors jaw parted in a loud yawn before he prepared to nap the afternoon away.
Or at least that's what he thought.
Suddenly out of nowhere something came barreling through the undergrowth, flashing forward as if shot out of a cannon. Turning his head, he barely had time to utter a shriek of alarm before a bundle of black fur slammed into him.
Thanks to the great force, the two went tumbling backwards, over and over again. Growing dizzy fast, Weaselfoot winced as at last he came to a stop ending with the back of his head smashing rather painfully against a stone. "Ouch! Fox-dung!" He swore, lights flashing before his eyes, the images bouncing around him.

"Oww..... Sorry; Are you alright?"
Groaning comically, Weaselfoot winced as he tried to lift his head, though the exploding pain had begun to subside. Realizing the weight on his chest had lifted, he blinked a few times before trying to focus in on the black figure standing in front of him, though there seemed to be more than one. Slowly the warriors nose twitched, and he tried to sit up when he realized the scent was Shadowclan. But not just any Shadowclanner, this one he knew. "Echoface? Er I mean...fang?" Weaselfoot replied groggily. When he saw her face come into view, the tom attempted a rather ridiculous smile. He had forgotten how pretty she was. "Hey...how are you...uh...you know, doing?" The warrior put in, shaking his head to get rid of the annoying blur. Like raindrops, a few scarlet drops of blood fell from the back of his furry head, and the tom looked down to see that the spot on the earth his head had hit was smeared with a smudge of blood. His blood. "Ohh, that can't be good..." He meowed quitely, "I guess I'm bleeding now. Whatever I'll get to it later," Weaselfoot slurred. He had a small head wound, so what? Cats didn't die from that....did they?

[ooc: Lol. "The back of my heads bleeding...okay whatever." x] ]

Smiling as Echofang replied, the tom shook his head. He still remembered the day he had met her...and he had the chunks of fur missing to prove it. "At least this time there are no thorn bush's in sight!" He thought, relieved.
"And how about you? Still paying half a mind to the borders?"
Ear flickering, Weaselfoot shrugged, "perhaps...but it appears that's not my problem today," He replied, grinning widely as he pointed out that she was the one on Windclan territory. According to the rules, he was suppose to be chasing her out, but instead, the warrior was as relaxed as ever. For a moment he found himself drifting off, "wow...she looks even better in the sunlight..." Weaselfoot mused, still grinning. Than as if realizing what an idiot he must have appeared, he shook his head furiously, "no stay on topic!"

Lifting his head, Weaselfoot watched helplessly as Echofang was swallowed up by the undergrowth, trying desperately to blink the grief out of his eyes. "No, get a grip...she's a Shadowclan cat!" He found himself repeating, over and over again in his head. But the more he thought about the she-cat leaving, the heavier his chest seemed to grow. Finely realizing that she was gone and he was starring at nothing, the tom shook his head and tore his gaze away from the dark trees. Maybe Owltalon was right, but it sure didn't feel like it. Sighing, he rose to his paws, not bothering to shake the dust from his black spotted pelt. Instantly he watched as a small drop of liquid fell from his brow, leaving a small splotch of crimson on the soil. In all the drama, he had forgotten about his head bleeding, but he didn't feel like taking care of it anyway. Pacing forward, Weaselfoot stopped suddenly realizing that his clan-mate was still standing there. "I'm gunna...finish what I was doing," he muttered softly without so much as a glance at Owltalon. Than without another word, he began to pad softly away, the sun feeling uncomfortably hot and sticky on his back.