[Willie Warf]

Originally Posted by Shadowed Flower

Foxglove

The ghostly cat opened her mouth to catch scent of the apprentice, her ears pinned back. She turned around, looking at the tree where Sharppaw lay.

Beetle, the irritated tom scanned the Dark for the intruding thunderclan scent. It bothered his nose like a plague in his mind and his undead claws desired to sink into the filthy creature creating it and tear it to shreds. As he closed in on the scent he found Foxglove, some random she-cat bothering his apprentice. He felt the irritation lick up his spine as he imagined the utterly bee-brained conversation he was about to have. "Foxglove. What exactly happened in the little peabrain you have that made you think bothering someone that smells like ME was a good idea?" The irritated tom stated calmly sitting and rapping his paws with his tail. He understood that there was many a cat he had yet to challenge, but he would have assumed that most cats had at least heard of his little 'tour'.


Sharppaw glanced down the tree once again, noticing that Her great uncle was approaching from afar, his irritation almost staining the dank air around him, it was that potent. She stood and stretched in the tree before settling into a more comfortable watching area. She had the full intent of watching her mentor rip this cat to shreds before starting their training. However this other cat was much bigger than him, so she would be interested to see such a fight, if there was one.