Sparrowclaw wasn't sure what he was going to find near the MistClan border. He wasn't entirely sure what he wanted to find, either. It felt as though his heart hurt every time he came to the river, trying to convince himself that he was doing nothing more than getting a drink of water, but something burned inside him every time. It felt as though he were betraying a part of himself - wondering who he might see there. Did he want to see someone there? Was he hoping to see Riversong one more time, only to likely have their conversations devolve into another fight about whether or not she should tell their kits about who Sparrowclaw truly was?

Fact of the matter was, he didn't need to come to the MistClan border in order to drink some water. The warrior could have gone towards PrairieClan, gone towards the Gathering Place, or gone towards the rapids far enough away from any border not to worry about any cat bothering him. Certainly that's what most cats of RidgeClan would have expected from him - to want to go somewhere that no one would pay him any mind. Go to a place where he could find some peace and quiet away from the camp, maybe find something small to catch on the way back in order to feel that he was able to get something done.

As the tabby neared the water, he sat down for a moment, listening to the sound of the rushing water, his ears flicking in what seemed to be an inconveince, as though the water couldn't also give him proper peace and quiet. He shouldn't be this easily annoyed, but to most it did not seem out of the ordinary at least - anything could annoy that lonely, grumpy Sparrowclaw - that's what they all believed anyways, right?

Well, the sound of a kit from across the river could absolutely annoy him.

Sparrowclaw's piercing amber eyes opened at the sound of the voice. Stars above, what was this cat doing out here all alone? Being as terrible as he was at trying to read the age of other cats, a tick of annoyance ran through the RidgeClan warrior looking at whoever this was. Were they even old enough to be out of camp by themselves?

Fur tingling along his spine, telling him to chase after the young cat, spiked through his legs. If this presumably MistClan cat was still just a kit, he knew that he needed to make sure they weren't injured or killed from doing something stupid. "Get back here!" the tom shouted, refraining from calling the black she-cat a mouse-brain or some other insult.

Though Sparrowclaw might have been on a slightly smaller side compared to the average cat, he made up for it with his strength and speed. It took him practically no time to gain footing with the cat across the river. It seemed as though she was in her own world, and no matter what he called across to her, he wouldn't get her to slow. Giving a low growl of annoyance, he turned his gaze forward - the young oak tree she said, right? Right. It would be easier to wrangle the kit when they got there, especially if she was tired out from the run and get her back to MistClan's camp safely, right? While Sparrowclaw wasn't thrilled by the idea of walking a kit through MistClan territory alone, given the tense feelings between Clans, and knowing he might run into Riversong, he knew that his loyalty to the Warrior Code came before anything else. And helping a kit, regardless of their Clan, was integral to that.