[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by Empress Of Evil

A Ragdoll molly trotted through the territory with a cheerful manner. Her fluffy tail was high in the air as she gazed at her surroundings. The look in her eyes were in no way cautious, even though she probably should be more careful about what might be lurking in the shadows. Of course, the territory was pretty safe, since it was closely guarded and regularly patrolled by the warriors and apprentices of ThunderClan. Anything like a fox could've strayed past the patrols when they'd moved on. But Featherpaw wasn't worried about anything like a fox. She wasn't even thinking about foxes. She was just happy.
The she-cat had no particular reason for being out in the territory. She was just here because she felt like it. She had nothing to do so she wanted to relax in the undergrowth. She liked the trees that stretched up into the sky. They weren't as tall as SkyClan's trees, but she liked not having to always see massive trees towering over her. It felt as if though they would fall on her at any moment. The trees, the bushes, the grass and the dirt. Everything was just perfect about ThunderClan's territory. She would not want to be living anywhere else.
As Featherpaw spotted a large tree root on the ground, she paused in her step and hopped enthusiastically over the tree root. Then she continued on her way. She walked for a few more minutes, heading out in the direction of the border that separated ShadowClan and ThunderClan. A light breeze blew by and rushed past her nose. Featherpaw breathed in the cold air of the wind, before she suddenly became rigid. She stopped where she stood. "Intruder!" She hissed. She bushed up her fur as her mentor had taught her and she stormed off in the direction that the unfamiliar scent had come from. Her claws unsheathed and her gaze was determined. The Ragdoll halted and ducked behind a bush as she saw a tuft of yellow fur peeking out from one just in front. It suddenly disappeared and she heard a cry of surprise. Her eyes widened. Was there something else there? Another threat? A badger, or perhaps a fox. The apprentice sniffed the air but she couldn't smell any scent other than that of the new cat. Her paws were itching from curiosity, determination and the grass. Not allowing anything else any time to dampen her courage, the she-cat surged forward and leaped over the bush with a snarl, landing in the clearing that the tom stood in. Although she wasn't a very experienced for an apprentice, she was poised in a strong battle crouch. Her teeth were bared and her hackles were raised. Despite her soft appearance, she actually looked somewhat intimidating. "What are you doing on ThunderClan territory?" She demanded.

Sabbia eyes scanned the area in a quick motion. From left to right, but the sandy tom couldn't find anyone that could help him. In that moment as he was lost in thought about the place...it didn't look so bad. Actually, it looked, well greenery, a little moist from the ground, and plenty of scrunchy leaves. Again, this was far from what Sabbia was used to. He liked the feeling when his paws sunk into the sand, or when he sat so close to the edge and the water washed his pelt. Not only did it save him a grooming, but it was a thought of tranquility as he took great pleasure in that feeling. Now, he was peering through this shrub trying to see where else he could explore. This place...it had many unpleasant scents. He could detect a variety of different aromas as they wafted into his nose. He wished he could stop smelling it right there because he didn't like it. When Sabbia noticed two cats padding past, he sunk lower than he should had, but it wasn't like they wouldn't be able to notice the sandy pelted tom. After all, his fur was prickly. It took out in all sorts of places that gave hi that rugged feel. His pale green eyes were quite visible through the shrub as well. When they continued on their path, Sabbia felt his heart rate began to slow in response. That was a close one...the tom didn't know how to fight very well, but he knew how to defend himself if it came to be. He didn't dare move because he didn't know where he would be going. What if he ran into hostile felines? Sabbia didn't feel like fighting. He just wanted to get back home...but, this place. Though it had undesired smells, Sabbia found himself intrigued by it. The greenery of this forest. The trees, which were lacking from the place he known. With the trees and the shrubs, it was much easier to hide.
The tom had been contemplating about his little hiding spot that he didn't even acknowledge the other cat aware of his presence. His thoughts were a bit scatterbrained, and when he finally met the gaze of the other cat, they were already leaping through the shrub, snarling at him. Sabbia quickly flung himself back, his face held obvious shock. ''Buon dolore! Da dove vieni? You scared me half to death!'' He was fuming. He was speaking two languages when he got nervous or scared. And, certainly he couldn't be timid of this she cat, but she had shocked him from appearing out of thin air! ''Non intendo alcun danno,'' He says, giving her a pleading look before he added, ''I come in peace.'' Actually, he was lost, but she didn't need to know that yet. He simply was too much in a shock and tried his best to calm her down, so she would listen to him. The ragdoll looked like she was ready to rip out his guts. He didn't know what language she spoke, as he didn't have many visitors back at his beach, other than the common two leg, sea turtles, or even crabs. ''Cosa intendi...?'' What exactly was she speaking of? Obviously, she must didn't understand much of what he spoke, as he was used to two different languages. He spoke both fluently, Italian more as his accent indicated, but he tried to learn the language of his sire...before that incident. ''I'm sorry, Signorina, but I don't know what a...Thunder-clan is...'' His ears flickered as he stared confusingly at her. She must know this area more than he did, he can tell. But, he was staring at her like she was the insane one instead of himself.

Originally Posted by Empress Of Evil

The Turkish Angora raised an eyebrow as he started speaking again. She stayed like that while he paused and thought about what he had said. A satisfied grin then grew on her face at his admission. At least he wasn't stubborn enough to believe that he wasn't wrong. Blizzardhail herself could be very stubborn at times. There were times where she struggled to admit that she was wrong. She didn't like being wrong, and she had not problem with knowing that she was wrong, but saying it aloud was harder.
The she-cat's moment of triumph was suddenly interrupted as the tom spoke again. Her eyes widened ever so slightly and surprised rushed through her. She was surprised to hear such words coming out of a tom. Blizzardhail hadn't met that many toms who complimented she-cats in the way that he just had. Of course, she wasn't saying that there were hardly any toms who held such respect for females, but there were only a few toms who she had heard say it out loud. Most of the tom, the warrior felt as if toms just kept those words in their head. On Blizzardhail alone, toms often had the impression that she was just a pretty, little warrior who needed someone else to protect her. It wasn't their fault, maybe it was hers. She acted in such a caring and kind way that most mistook this for all she was. But she was much stronger than most cats expected. Any cat who knew her well would know that she wasn't as ladylike as she seemed. "R-Right," she stammered.
A few moments later, she'd swept away the surprised and composed herself. Blizzardhail followed the tom's gaze to look at the thunderpath, which lay a good few foxlengths away. "Don't worry, I don't rely on skill too much," she assured. "I rely on natural talent," she continued, wrecking her moment of modesty. She chuckled at her own words, knowing how untrue they were. No matter how talented a cat were, not even they could trust themselves to avoid death. The warrior had to be careful when she was around the thunderpath and she would stay a couple of foxlengths away from it, but she wasn't too careful either. She'd never seen a monster stray off the path before so she was pretty chill around the thunderpath. She'd taught herself to just be brave.
"Nope. You just admitted that it's your job to make sure everyone's safe. That's babysitting right there," she declared teasingly. She put a smirk on her and continued speaking. "Let me make your job easier by telling you that you don't need to worry about me. I can take care of myself. Just focus on babysitting everyone else," she said with a teasing smile. She was teasing about the babysitting part, but she wasn't joking when she said that he didn't need to worry about her. She knew that she could take care of herself and she was surprisingly warmed when he said that it was his job to make sure that everyone was safe. She might as well make it easier for him by giving him one less cat to worry about. The she-cat wasn't one to worry about the safety of others. She herself was a bit of a risk taker so she didn't try to stop others when they were doing something that was a little dangerous. She would only step in if it was absolutely absurd. Otherwise, she kept her mouth shut and just watched. She wanted everyone to live life to the fullest, and that meant that risks had to be taken. She wasn't going to be stopping anyone if they had a wish to fulfil.
The Turkish Angora watched and listened as the tom challenged her to test her skills. Her icy blue eyes glimmered with amusement as he thought about what he'd just said and suddenly took back his words. "Hmm, perhaps I'll give it a shot," she said. She turned around and took a few smalls steps towards the thunderpath. She was just messing with the tom. She wasn't really going to step onto the thunderpath and see how well she could avoid being hit. Even for someone who was fascinated with the thunderpath, she wasn't stupid enough to try that. She laughed at her actions before turning back around and padding back to the tom. She sat down and shook her fur. She glanced down at her pelt and was dismayed to see her ruffled from when she'd been pushed over by the deputy. She'd have to clean it later when she was done proving that the thunderpath wasn't that bad.
"Yes. It's just one of those unique interests that we all have," Blizzardhail remarked, dipping her head in agreement. For a moment, the she-cat was left with nothing else to say. Quickly, she searched for something to ask before the conversation died and things got awkward. "So, how are you finding the job of deputy? Is it fun?" Blizzardhail asked. If she were being honest, the she-cat did want to be deputy one day. She wasn't fussed on it, but she would be happy if she got the job one day. She liked the idea of being able to lead her clan through their victories and helping them recover from their defeats. But at the same time, she would be quite busy and that would mean she'd have less time to.... tend to her interests.

Passionblaze felt like he was being a stuttering mess, that awkward state showing through. Especially when she looked to give him a questioning look, so Passionblaze avoided her gaze, continuing to talk (completely making a fool of himself). He had no problems with admiring the female strength. His mother, who is the most important role model in his life, raised two toms. That's strength alone right there. Especially remembering the heartbreak Burn had put her through. To the tom, it was always important to acknowledge the female skills. They were graceful, intelligent, sly little heart warmers. If Passionblaze had a sister...he couldn't imagine the possibilities, but he supposed Cherrybubble was the sister he never had (now, if only his mother would cooperate and stop trying to see that there's more to their friendship). Clearing his throat, the tips of his ginger ears appearing darker as he felt a tad embarrassed. The flame tom bashfully looked away from the white she cat muttering something inaudible before he quickly turned back to her with a calm smile. ''Hm, you don't sound too convincing.'' Passionblaze, after prepping himself up, he turned back to the she cat to give her a suspicious stare. ''You're hiding secrets, aren't you?'' He teased. Her response sounded uncertain, almost like she was reluctant to say the simple one word. Passionblaze only took a swift look at her expression, noting a small bit of shock. But, he didn't question because the she cat must had brought herself back into the realms of reality.
Passionblaze's solemnly stared out at the thunderpath, a grimace of a smile appearing on his face. He was more disgusted by the concrete path more than anything, and wished that it never existed. So, when the molly began speaking again, Passionblaze didn't bother to look at her. His gaze was turned to the stoned path. But, his ears swiveled to let her know that he had been listening to her. He almost choked on her words, chuckling lowly. ''You sure are humble,'' He commented, flicking his tail as he rolled his eyes up towards the sky. The russet tom was thinking over what Blizzardhail said about natural talent. That she didn't rely on skill. He knew she was joking, but it made the tom go into deep thoughts about his own skills. ''Even natural talent gonna kick you in the rear end,'' He snorted, vaguely remembering that thunderclan cats are natural at climbing trees. It was a profession, but Passionblaze fell out a tree at trying to chase a squirrel one time. The tom was a good enough climber as the rest of thunderclanners, but he didn't rely on that broken branch causing him to sleep. ''Trust me, I know. And, I got the scratches to prove it.'' He smirked. Most would believe that Passionblaze got his scars in battles, which were true, but he was also quite reckless. Hah, quite. Impulsion was embedded in him.
The tom narrowed his eyes playfully at the molly at her teasing remark. ''Is that so?'' He spoke. Before he could even retort, she was continuing and Passionblaze kept a listening ear at her words. When she finished, he let out an exasperated sigh. ''I don't know about that. You quite worry me with your fascination of the Thunderpath.'' He threw his head back towards the stray road. ''If anything, I have to keep an extra-extra eye on you. You look like the type that would enjoy some attention.'' Passionblaze straightened his posture, giving the she cat an amusing glare. Passionblaze wouldn't think of protecting a clan as 'babysitting'. These cats wouldn't have become warriors if they did not know how to protect themselves. Passionblaze, obviously was not the type of warrior to sit back and watch as his clan mate was taken advantage of. He wasn't afraid to leap into action without a second thought. It was a reckless thing to do...but Passionblaze liked to think of himself as a martyr. He needed to die for a cause. ''I know you can take care of yourself.'' He purred lightly. ''You have a very leaned muscle form, I'm impressive. I'd say you could land some good blows on the battle field without any help from others.'' He complimented. Truth be told, he saw that she was in perfect shape to take care of herself. She appeared to be a very healthy and beautiful warrior to serve thunderclan. ''But, I wouldn't be surprised if you yowled my name to save you. I'm known for rescuing damsels in distress.'' He playful remarked, then puffed out his chest, bigger than it already was to show a confident vibe towards the molly.
One thing about Passionblaze that many did not see was that he was a dare devil. Passionblaze liked doing daring motives, but ever since he became deputy, he tried to keep it to a minimum. He was supposed to be setting an example for all the clan. And, pushing himself towards troubling pain was not on his list. So, that little glint in the molly's eyes made Passionblaze lit up with a type of sadistic pleasure until it melted quickly at the words he uttered to her. ''Don't you dare.'' He narrowed his eyes, his voice a little harder than he intended. His fur had bushed up when she was defying him. Taking small steps towards her destination. Passionblaze was ready to shoot at her like a flamed bullet, but she stopped abruptly in her movement. It made Passionblaze stop as well, and he finally melted into a rigid, calm state. He took a couple steps towards the she cat, glaring down at her. ''You like to tease much, don't you?'' He questioned, daringly. Passionblaze knew he was in the wrong for indulging in his love for daunting tasks...it just brought back treasured memories when he and his brother would make up ridiculous games to outdo each other. Passionblaze blinked at the she cat. ''Don't play with your life. Please.'' It would be all fun and games until she either ended up dead or fatally wounded, and Passionblaze would had carried that pain around like a chip on his shoulder. But, apart of him felt that it was nice to meet someone almost as...daring as he. Or, maybe she made herself appeared that way.
Once things were serene around them, Passionblaze sat down on his haunches. The bottom of his pads were tired, and he just noticed that when he put pressure on them. Perhaps, the skin was hardening on the bottom of them, creating a callus of some sort. ''Yeah...tell me about it.'' His voice was distant; low, and he faintly heard her comment, but his head was bent analyzing his paw. The flame-pelted tom lifted his paw and turned it to see why was it causing him trouble. He gave it a few tender licks before he put it down. It was a casual silence between them, something Passionblaze didn't mind. He would never be the first to leave a conversation unless the other cat was comfortable with that. It was rude, in his opinion. His ears perked at Blizzardhail, hearing her question and he shifted in his spot uncomfortably. When Passionblaze looked up at the sky, he thought about his father. Was Flamingpassion proud of him? Passionblaze knew Springingsky was, and her opinion matter most. The niece he was raising, she constantly bragged about him, and his brother? Oh, his brother...didn't even know the proposal Passionblaze was getting. ''It's great.'' He lied, even feigning a purr as he uttered the words. It was a bit lonely without Burn around to mess around with. ''A lot more than a normal warrior duty and all, but I think I can handle this.'' He shrugged. ''I wouldn't call it fun either. When is work ever fun?'' He mused, laughing deeply. ''But, I like it. I like being able to get to know my clan mates. I plan on sticking around, and if it comes so when it's time for me to step up to be leader, I just want all my clan mates to know that they can count on me - troubles or whatever. I just want them to see me as someone they can talk to as a friend, you know?'' Kinda like how he was talking to the pretty cat in front of him. It was easy, it was a mellow conversation that Passionblaze was enjoying. When he got up to his paws, he ruffled his fur, his eyes reflecting their golden hues with the sun's help. ''Say, you wanna walk with me or play stationary here all day?'' He was beginning to walk away, swaying his tail behind him as he called over his shoulder to her. Anything to get her away from that thunderpath, because frankly, Passionblaze didn't fully trust that she would stay away from it. ''Maybe we can hunt.'' He rolled his broad shoulders to relax them.