[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by Mystical

Luna looked up at the large gray tom towering over her. She lifted a paw and began to groom it, showing she was not at all frightened by him, even though he had definitely grown more muscular and larger over the past four moons. Luna had grown larger, but not muscular. She was still as thin as she had been, but she had a feeling she might be faster than the tom if he tried to chase her out again and threatened to attack her. She wouldn't leave, he could try to make her but she was not leaving. Not only had she grown in height, but she had grown in courage. Luna closed her eyes pretending not to notice him for a while. She was annoyed by him, no doubt, but she also found his annoyance amusing. He was like no cat she had ever met, closed off, guarded and real bossy. Luna was a sweet, bubbly cat, who you would probably expect to be scared of or disgusted by Timberpaw's type. But she was not, she found him confusing yes, but also interesting and amusing. He was rather funny in even though he didn't intend to be funny. She opened one electric blue eye to gaze up at the tom and smirked. "Excuse me, can't you give a lady some peace?" She asked, huffing. Luna liked to talk about herself, and he seemed to be directing the conversation to her, if he wanted her to leave he could talk about himself, she might be so bored she'd leave. She walked away from him, and stopped a few fox-lengths away, turning back to look at him. Luna prided herself for her acting skills, if she wanted a cat to believe something that wasn't true she could, at least it had worked in the past. Luna looked at him seriously, doing her best to mask the amusement she was truly feeling.

When the Molly began nonchatantly started grooming her paw, it made Timberpaw growl. Her presence made his fur bush up, bristling into a upward spike. The little brat...she had grown, he could see. Yet, she was still puny to him. He wanted to smack her with one of his paws and watch her break under him. “You can’t just come waltzing in her like you’re apart of this clan!” He seethed. Timberpaw was not one to go against or the one for patience. Currently, he tried to bury down his anger. Within four moons, he lost his brother, so he only had three sisters who he protected with his last breath. He couldn’t protect Duckpaw from being murdered, but he would protect Amberpaw, Sunrisepaw, and Vulturepaw - at least try to. Which was another reason for the fact he trained a lot harder and longer than most apprentices his age. Timberpaw snapped his jaws at his unwanted company’s words. Did she really just say that? He was ready to threaten her, but she walked away. This fueled a flame in Timberpaw for he quickly leapt up and thrusted his muzzle into her face, baring his teeth. “There’s no peace for you in Skyclan!” He spoke lowly, so only she could hear. “You don’t even belong in Skyclan, so it’ll be peace once you live.” As golden eyes met electric blue ones, he could see tainted playfulness. The way she coyly played off as being annoyed with him. Was she amused by this? Was she toying with him? Timberpaw pulled himself away, blinking his eyes. “I’m asking you nicely to leave. And, I’m only asking you once.” He says, his voice deep and unwavering. There was always some cat to annoy him. Once he felt a little good on this day, someone just had to ruin it. It seems that this Molly couldn’t keep away...however, Timberpaw was too busy to remember her name.