ThunderClan Territory

[Random Melody]

Originally Posted by Lonestar23

Winterstorm loved the territory. Everything about it, from the beauty of the trees that seemed to have been sculpted out of... well... nothing, and the ground that appeared to have been neatly formed when the territory was chosen. Yes, ThunderClan, to her, had the best territory out of them all. It was a pretty place. And, the only thing Winterstorm loved more then the territory? Well, that was doing pretty much everything she wasn't supposed to do. See, Winterstorm was not... well... the cat who would be considered a role model. Not the type that a queen would want her kits to look up to, anyways. Winterstorm's blue hues darted around the territory, her expression friendly and her eyes sparking with laughter as she moved along, practically bounding like a young apprentice or a kit now. But Winterstorm didn't mind at all. She loved every second of her time here.
　
When she was younger, the feline had always begged to be allowed to stay in the territory. Just for one night, but now she realized it would have been a bad idea. The Camp was there to keep cats safe. To keep them away from the territory... because dangerous things lurked there, and Winterstorm knew it all too well. Stopping, she glanced around at her surroundings. For her, they were all opportunities for mischief.
　
See, Winterstorm thought along the lines of 'it's not the supplies you have, but how well you use them' when it came to making mischief. And, she seemed to apply that thinking to her everyday life. Anything was a tool for... well... practically anything, but it had to be used correctly. Winterstorm was not the number one cat when it came to patience, so she tended to give up eventually. Not the best role-model in that case, either. But at least the she cat was friendly. She was loyal. And she tried her best to be a good warrior of ThunderClan. What more could a Clan ask for? Well, obviously a lot more... but Winterstorm wasn't going to deal with neediness. She hated it, as a matter of fact. Independance was important... and it wasn't like she relied on other cats to breathe, right? I better not. They better not think of me that way. 'They' meaning any cat in the Clan, really.

(@Random Melody)

Foxthorn trotted along through the territory, carrying a bundle of legs in his jaws. Wrapped up carefully in them were a few berries, harmless, but good for splashing on cats to get their fur stained for a few hours. The Tom chuckled to himself, but kept his teeth clenched so not to drop the berries- That would be bad, then he'd get his own fur stained blue and red, and he didnt want that. Well actually, it sounded cool, but Foxthorn liked his fur the way it was.

The ginger Tom made his way across the territory, ducking under a few low-hanging branches. He could smell a cat nearby, and hummed slightly before heading in that direction. His siblings were all busy at the moment, and he didnt want to bother them, especially since all of his sisters were pregnant now. Well, besides the one that Foxthorn usually pranked with, but she was all the way in RiverClan, and Foxthorn didnt see her as often as usual. It hurt to know she wouldnt be there when he woke up, but he often went to RiverClan to visit her and her kits and her mate, so it wasnt too bad. Still, Foxthorn wished that she was there now. Caught up in his thoughts, he wasnt really watching where he was going anymore.

[SilverWinter]

Originally Posted by Dylan Dragonclaw Redguard

Stoneheart was impressed at her determination but he wasn't going to take it that easy he lengthened his stride till he was full pelt the ground blurred beneath him he pulled to a stop right by the windclan border and sat on his haunches washing his face and keeping an eye out for his apprentice

Starlingpaw found it harder and harder to keep running. By the time they made it to the Windclan border, she was panting and her legs were burning. She flopped down beside her mentor, too tired to make any kind of remark at his cool patience.

[lone]

Originally Posted by Random Melody

Foxthorn trotted along through the territory, carrying a bundle of legs in his jaws. Wrapped up carefully in them were a few berries, harmless, but good for splashing on cats to get their fur stained for a few hours. The Tom chuckled to himself, but kept his teeth clenched so not to drop the berries- That would be bad, then he'd get his own fur stained blue and red, and he didnt want that. Well actually, it sounded cool, but Foxthorn liked his fur the way it was.

The ginger Tom made his way across the territory, ducking under a few low-hanging branches. He could smell a cat nearby, and hummed slightly before heading in that direction. His siblings were all busy at the moment, and he didnt want to bother them, especially since all of his sisters were pregnant now. Well, besides the one that Foxthorn usually pranked with, but she was all the way in RiverClan, and Foxthorn didnt see her as often as usual. It hurt to know she wouldnt be there when he woke up, but he often went to RiverClan to visit her and her kits and her mate, so it wasnt too bad. Still, Foxthorn wished that she was there now. Caught up in his thoughts, he wasnt really watching where he was going anymore.

Winterstorm wasn't paying much attention to her surroundings still - a mistake that had cost her before, but she didn't find much interest in keeping on thinking about the past. After all, the past wasn't important! Not... really, anyways. Perhaps she should have payed more attention to elders' stories. Hearing pawsteps, her head shot up and she glanced around, blue hues narrowing as she tried to spot whoever it was coming towards her. Waiiit... looking around for a flimsier branch, but not one that would break too easily, Winterstorm found a low one and put her paw on it, stepping backwards until the branch was strained to the point of breaking. This was one of her favorite things to do, trick someone and make them think it was just an "accident." When she let go of the branch, it would snap backwards to it's previous area - sure, it would take a little memory, and she would have to wait until the cat was close enough within the branch's reach, but once she did... it would hit them full on in the face.
　
That thought made her laugh, and Winterstorm prepared for the cat to come into view. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon..." She muttered to herself, the branch still trapped under her paw. Partly, Winterstorm was hidden by the bushes around the territory as well, which gave the feline a sense of satisfaction. Good! Now she wouldn't be seen - not well, at least, not well enough to be identified. Sighing, Winterstorm awaited the arrival of this unknown cat. She could smell ThunderClan... although whether it was her "mystery cat" or someone else's was unknown, as there was ThunderClan scent practically everywhere. But, one thing was for sure... and that was that Winterstorm was far more excited then she should have been at causing mischief towards this unlucky cat.

[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by Lonestar23

"Aww, you could never see enough of me. You should be thankful I'm choosing to grace your presence, Riskwatcher."

The name sounded so odd. But she liked it. It was unique sounding, something that was a change from loner names. So he lived in a Clan? Whisper needed to figure out what was going on here. But, not from Riskwatcher. He was rude. And not a cat she needed to keep company with, despite her desire to drive him crazy. There was something fun about hearing his responses to her arrogant, flirty comments. Which was funny, because Whisper wasn't necessarily arrogant - and she certainly wasn't a flirt. Maybe she was just having fun messing with his mind. Her soft voice made the comments sound as though she were complimenting him instead of herself, or sweeter when she was falsely complimenting him with a pretty smile on her features.
　
Whisper was not considered to be ugly. Nor pretty. Average might have been a good word for it - just like the tom in front of her. Average. Of intelligence, looks, and everything else but strength. He was definitely above. She listened to him calmly, her eyes flashing being the only sign that she was in any way upset. But no words left her maw. And perhaps, it would have been better if they did. Staying silent was, for the feline, a sign that she didn't like you very much. She didn't think you were worth her precious voice. Whisper turned around, flicking her tail in a way that seemed to say 'forget you, I have better things to do' before she settled back down for a moment - only to perform her little stunt just seconds later. "Oh you would laugh? Whatever happened to catching me?" She asked with an innocent look in her blue hues, as though she didn't know perfectly well it was different contexts.
　
Oh Whisper. Why she was being so cocky, so infuriating, was beyond anyone's guess. Was something wrong with her mind? No, not necessarily. Whisper was actually quite intelligent for those who hadn't noticed before... or sneaky, rather. Her thoughts came back to the present and she shifted her weight uncomfortably, looking back at the tom who was staring at her. What was he looking at? "Admiring my beauty, are we? Staring isn't exactly subtle, my friend." Her laugh was somewhat annoying, but at least Whisper tried to play... maybe she would have preferred to make Riskwatcher her ally. She was just going about it the wrong way. Though it wasn't like she knew another way, her expression showed that she was trying. Whisper liked to be alone, but... an ally would help her greatly. She needed help after living on her own for so long. Trying to survive on her own for so long.
　
Surviving on her own had been hard. And she wasn't sure how much longer she could do it for. A mate would have helped her along the journey of her life, and Whisper had met a few nice loners - at least, a few nice male loners - she'd met more females, but she wasn't really into she cats as some were. And she had chosen not to settle down with any of the males for some reason. Perhaps she didn't trust them? Or maybe it was because she had been young and foolish and thought that she owned the world. Thought that she would never feel heartbreak or disease or anything else. Whisper's hues narrowed a little as he spoke to her, leaning into her and speaking in a lower voice. It was rough. And harsh. And made her flinch at the sound of it, her paws shifting under her. Unsheathing her claws, she felt like swiping at him and giving him a piece of her mind, but she held back.
　
The last thing she wanted was for him to hit her in the head again. "Risky, Risky, Risky. First of all, I play these games with anyone - not just singling you out, you aren't that special. Second of all, I'm happy to leave! From what you've told me this doesn't sound like an ideal place to live. I mean honestly, chasing out loners who are passing through... hitting them in the head... is everyone in your Thunder-Clan as bad as you are? Or are they worse, like you said? And third of all, I don't know whether you can stop me from winning. I don't think it's a question of what you will or will not allow... unless you control the world. And if you did that, I wouldn't have entered your territory, so I suggest you bring the ego down a little, mister I-live-in-a-perfectly-sheltered-place-with-no-problems Riskwatcher." Her voice remained calm and low.
　
It hadn't become shrill or high, or loud this entire conversation. Whisper didn't have that ability. She might as well have been mute, except she wasn't - perhaps it would have been better if she had. Then he wouldn't have been so quick to attack. Maybe she would have seemed harmless. Maybe he wouldn't be annoyed with her. Maybe, she would have made an ally instead of an enemy. Too bad there was nothing she could give him to remember her by, although did she want him to? Perhaps she would have her appearance changed in a few moons, and he wouldn't recognize her. Then again, how was she supposed to do that? Somehow magically change her pelt color from a silvery white with black face markings to a black pelt with white markings?... or something like that. Poor Whisper. Why had she attacked Riskwatcher in the first place, anyways?
　
He hadn't meant to threaten her. He hadn't meant to hurt her. And she was beginning to wish that she had never met him. Whisper was very much missing the time when she had had territory of her own. Then she wouldn't be in this situation. If only things had been different. If only she were younger and stronger. Still she was strong, but she was no longer as powerful as she had been. No one feared a she cat with a voice such as Whisper's. It didn't assume command. Attention, certainly, but the attention was not always good. And she was still puzzled as to why Riskwatcher had been staring at her. Was there something on her pelt? No, knowing him, he had just been doing it to unnerve her. Well it wasn't going to work. Whisper felt fine. Better then she had in a long time. Yeah, Whisper was alright. The she cat glanced at Riskwatcher with a semi-puzzled expression.
　

"Well, young gentleman? Are you going to escort me to your borders so that I don't escape into your precious territory and oh, heaven forbid, step paw near any of your plump and spoiled prey? Or would you prefer that I showed myself out of your charming little area of the woods?"

Whisper asked sarcastically, her voice showing her frustration as she spoke to Riskwatcher. Yet it still didn't rise in volume.

Riskwatcher tilted his head slightly at his companion. She was a feisty quiet thing. Her voice did little to disturb him, but it still annoyed him. That soft little whisper, which now he understood of why she was named.Although what she had said quite annoyed him. What did she mean by that? Was this some type of threat...that she was coming back? Riskwatcher blinked his eyes as he stared at her, analyzing the words that came out her maw. What if she did come back? Just because he wasn’t there to keep her off. Some other cat would, right? Riskwatcher shook his pelt, and for a moment stared at her once more. He flicked his eyes to another location. ‘’It’s a shame that Starclan didn’t allow me to go blind,’’ He sniffed at the air. In response, he didn’t get a whiff of anything. The one thing he wished now was to take in her scent. He wanted to know what she smelled like, despite that sounding weird. ‘’Oh, yes. I am very thankful. You can say that I have become,’’ Riskwatcher paused, and he got up, grumpily. It was nothing wrong with his muscles. In fact, they were simply tired. He’s been out all day, hanging around a she cat that refused to leave territory that wasn’t hers. He began to slowly circle around her. Other than her appearance, he needed something to remember her by. That attitude, no problem. He needed something to scent her. That’s all he wished to have right now. A scent marker from her so that he would be able to scent her. As he circled around her, the tom got nothing, and he stopped, stepping away, and looking off. ''...accepting towards it.''

Riskwatcher tried to appear uncaring. Why should he care at all? He delicately lashed his tail behind him in a calm manner. He could easily tell that she didn’t like him much. That she was playing with him, complimenting him, flirting with him. Riskwatcher could lose all that. He didn’t care about the compliments or the flirting. In all honesty, Riskwatcher had lost all those good attributes by time he turned thirty-eight moons old. He noticed the small tints of grey, and the dull look in his greenish hues. It would seem that his state came from stress. From working from worrying.

Riskwatcher always had things to worry about. To stress over, and that was unknown to others. The tom didn’t take well knowing that anyone knew his business. The fact that he had to keep a tough appearance up, never seemed to fail. Lately the tom had been stressed, and Whisper was making it no better. Which was why he over-exaggerated...a lot. Just because of his stress. Always worrying about stuff. Worrying that he would never be good enough. That he should just stop and retire.

In response to Whisper, the tom only stared at her for a couple seconds. His eyes half-lidded, ‘’Oh, yeah. I would catch you.’’ His voice sounded distant as if he weren’t listening. As he looked away from her once more, he smirked. ‘’Then, I would drop you again. Simple as that.’’ He joked. It was...a weird thought when he pondered on it. He knew the context of it; playing around though. To be honest, Riskwatcher was confused when it came to Whisper. She was feisty with him, yet she complimented him in ways that made him feel...well, surprise. He didn’t allow himself to believe her compliments. Riskwatcher was quite the tom that enjoyed that type of attention. Especially since he hadn’t seen--or heard it in a while. Nor, did he know how it felt. It kinda annoyed him, yet he did enjoy it. It amused him slightly.

He wasn’t the type of tom to indulge in play. That word was foreign to him. He didn’t like to play, but he was amused as he heard the she cat’s words. He allowed his tongue to graze his jaws before a small chuckle escaped his lips. ‘’I suppose I’m admiring something,’’ A purr rumbled from deep within his purr. He sure was admiring something. He doubt that it was her beauty. She wasn’t flawless, nor was she exactly beautiful. But, in his eye he had seen something pretty about her. A type of rugged pretty that she knew all the forest smarts while he knew all the clan smarts. ‘’Maybe I wanted to be subtle.’’ He shrugged, and let out an obnoxious yawn. He could had gone for some fresh kill at this moment. Just thinking about his hunger made his stomach practically growl. The tom got up to enter into a stretch. He made sure to crack every bone in his body as he lingered with an arch in his back. He kept his gaze solely on her, whether it got on her nerves or not. His eyes continued to roam her body, albeit not in interest. More so, to aggravate her. ‘’So, what? I was admiring your form. I don’t like to sugarcoat things. I like what I see. Take it as a compliment,’’ He slowly brings his body back to normal posture and shakes his pelt. ‘’I know you don’t get too many of those.’’ He gives a sly grin, and finally looks away from her as he started to pad a few moments away.

He detected her strange laugh, and had to keep himself from laughing. Her laugh was very annoying. But, it was comical. He found himself enjoying it more than being displeased with it. However, how could anyone live with that type of laughter? He cleared his throat to keep from laughing himself. His ears had perked upon hearing a new name. Risky? Did she really have the nerve to give him a nickname? Riskwatcher felt his eyes narrowing. He didn’t like that name. It sounded weird. And, disrespectful. Here he was, a forty-something moon old warrior, and this she cat gave him a nickname? What? Did he take on the form of a kit? Riskwatcher closed his ears, rolling his eyes at her. He didn’t feel the slightest bit afraid, or insulted at what she said to him. ‘’Now, you’re confusing me, Whisper.’’ He shakes his head, playing as if he’s sad about something. ‘’You’re displaying mixed signs. I thought I was special.’’ He sighed, knowing he was probably being over reacting. ‘’I thought we had a connection. Something pretty good coming between us. But, now I’m not special? I’m hurt. You just broke my heart.’’ His voice was rough, never losing that raspy issue it had. His voice used to be deep and loud, but as he got older, it began to falter, thus leaving him with an pretty annoying sound. It didn’t make him insecure. The tom knew he was too old to be depended on looks, or physical attributes. He was perfectly content with everyone seeing his ugliness. In fact, it made him laugh because he knew it as well. ‘’Let’s just get one thing straight; do not call me Risky.’’ He growled once more. Even saying the name didn’t sound right to him. ‘’At all. Simple request. Follow it.’’ He demanded before giving a light huff. With that being said, the tom stood up straighter, looking down at the she cat that he would had loved to pound into oblivion. ‘’Let’s get another thing straight. Do not talk about my clan. How they act is none of your business.’’ He looked her up and down. ‘’I’m not chasing you out. Well...I am, but that’s because I’m protecting my territory. I’m sure you would do the same.’’ There were many good cats living within thunderclan. Everyone always did as they were told, no matter what. Even if they had attitude problems. Riskwatcher had never encountered trouble from his own clan mates.

...is everyone in your Thunder-Clan as bad as you are?

Was he truly a bad cat? The tom didn’t know his own behavioral problems,if he were bad, as she had said. He thought he was a good cat. Not the kindest, sure, but he was pretty helpful when anyone needed him. Besides that, was it his bluntness? The way he spoke before thinking? Riskwatcher didn’t know. Nor, does he wish for her to give an explanation. At the moment, the tom was beyond livid. He knew after she was gone, he would need to relieve some stress. Do something that would keep his mind at bay. ‘’You don’t know me.’’ Was his simple response, then he turned away, his eyes blazing and his ears heated to the core. The tom did hit her. Made her head hurt, but it was an honest mistake. ‘’What, you want an apology?’’ He turned back to her, growling. ‘’Well, I’m sorry for hitting your precious head. Forgive me, will you?’’ His voice sounded hasty, almost on the verge as if he was sounding desperate. But, he wasn’t desperate. Just tired. Just stressed. And, he didn’t think she would had made it worse, but he fuming at this point. So, the tom began pacing around again, breathing deeply in and out. For a moment, he forgot that she was there, and he continued to pace to calm himself down. His eyes stayed locked on whichever direction he was going.

The tom snorted upon hearing her call him such a name. He stopped his pacing, as he turned to her. His eyes calmer than it was before. Slowly, he was becoming tamed, and he allowed a stoic expression to stay on his face. ‘’You really want to know what I prefer?’’ He asked her, taking a long pause for dramatic effect. He stepped closer to her. Probably too close that she would end up smacking him with a paw. Maybe, that’s what he wanted. For her to smack him into oblivion. ‘’I don’t really care. As long as you leave--out my presence.’’ He pulls himself away, and turned around, flicking his tail. ‘’Go and enjoy yourself. You’ll probably run into another cat that’s as bad as me. Who knows what will happen? I’m quite positive you don’t want me escorting you around.’’

[RedHead]

Originally Posted by InfernoFlicker

Peregrin let herself trust this cat enough to sit down and release her active stance. She sank onto her rump in such a way as though it were a final decision without a moment of hesitance. Her long snakey banner wiggled and curled around her thin ankles, big and round green optics unblinkingly watching and listening to the cat before her with full interest. The clans...they lived in an entirely different world. They called upwalkers and the cats that lived with them such different things than she was used to. But she liked the names; they fit better than upwalkers did, and sounded better, too.
"Oooooh," She drug that moment of understanding out with a slow nod of her head in realization, "Those fat cats with colorful bands around their necks that belong to the upwalkers. You'd think they would get bored of sitting around all day? And those collars are SO uncomfortable," In correlation with this statement, she lifted one paw to rub it against her throat, "Believe me, they may look pretty, but definitely not matched in comfort."

When they migrated to the topic of hunting methods, the tip of Peregrin's tail began to twitch back and forth with the excitement of discussing a topic she enjoyed, "Oh, yeah, I like chasing too! I love all forms of hunting, it's just that climbing is my particular favorite. It's just a different and pretty view way up there, I always look forward to getting up there," She lifted her eyes---wide as moons---to the canopies above her. A pair of thrushes were scuffling around the branches way up behind a veil of leaves. Oh, what she would give to grow wings!

Her daydreams were brought back to earth when the tom introduced himself. "Sparrowstream---what a lovely name!" She exclaimed, though, not intentionally out loud. Not that she really minded. After a moment, she added with a grin, "Hey, we're both named after birds! That's pretty cool."

At this point, she began to realize that Sparrowstream was a warrior, and likely had..warrior stuff, that he needed to do. She was probably holding him up. She decided to begin to say her goodbyes, though she was rather dissapointed; it had been a long while since she had met and talked with a friendly cat. Most loners go about their own business, if they weren't confronting you or fighting for prey.
"...Well," She began slowly after a few heartbeats, "I guess I should let you go back to your clan...I'm sure you have lots of, uh, clanny things to do."

"Yep, those fat cats. Though not all of them are lazy. I've met some feisty kittypets." The marbled tabby chuckled, thinking of the times he had run into particularly hostile kittypets. The interactions were never pleasant. As Peregrin described how uncomfortable the collars were, Sparrowstream's eyes sparked with a little bit of confusion. Has she worn one before? She doesn't seem like the Kittypet type... Sparrowstream wanted to ask her, but he figured it would be best if he didn't. If she ever had been a Kittypet, she left for a reason. Hearing her talk about hunting, the warrior assumed she was a pretty decent hunter, which wasn't what most kittypets were.

As she talked about wanting to climb the trees, and the pretty veiw, Sparrowstrwam shuffled his paws uncomfortably. He'd actually never seen the veiw from up high because the few tens he went in a tree, he'd had his eyes closed tightly. His fear of heights was understandable, considering he lived as a Windclan cat at a young age, but his friends here in Thunderclan, that knew about it, told hm he had to just get over it. They didn't understand it wasn't that easy. As Peregrin looked up at the canopy with wonder, Sparrowstream slowly cast his gaze up as well. The trees were so tall, and they seemed to be getting taller as he stared at them. He quickly averted his eyes, looking back to the ground and digging his claws into it. It comforted him.

At her realization of thier names, he let out a little laugh. "You're right! We are! My name all my life has started with Sparrow, so if I were ever to become a loner, that would probably be what I would have myself called." The rom quickly added on to that sentence. "Not that I would want to become a loner. I love my clan too much. It was just a thought." He smiled a little, his face growing hot with embarrassment. He could feel his ear-tips getting pink, and hoped she didn't notice.

"Well, yeah, I actually do have a lot of things to do. I have an apprentice to train, hunting to do, and patrols to join or lead." He meowed, flicking his ears to cool them down. "So I guess, you'll be heading your way?" He was actually slightly disappointed that Peregrin had to go. He had enjoyed talking to the lovely feline. He worried that he might not ever see her again. "Well then, see you around sometime. Maybe?" He asked, cocking his head and smiling, his two different colored orbs shining.

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Originally Posted by Duskflight

Leave it to Raccoonpaw to be the last one to show up for anything, she liked to call it being fashionably late and found that it was much more rewarding than getting to some place on time. Nevertheless the idea that she was the one being late to meeting Sunpaw back in the same place wasn't really on her mind, what was on her mind though was the competition and the sheer idea that he might win. It infuriated her. She was better than him, she knew her skills and while she didn't train as much as every other apprentice didn't mean that she was any worse. She wanted to shove it in his face and rub it in that she won. That's what she liked to do, half the time it made other cats angry, which would make her even happier, she loved getting reactions out of cats, but when they got sad or something along those lines, it made her feel weird and she didn't quite like it. Not that she'd think Sunpaw would go home crying about it, no, he'd likely just either get angry or embarrassed and leave and that'd likely be the last she'd hear from him. And she was fine with that.
Shaking her head a bit a few thick droplets of mud would be flung off of her as well as the mouse she was carrying and through all of the muck she could finally start smelling a faint trace of Sunpaw, heaving in relief to know that she didn't have to walk much further. Quickening her pace. the grey and black apprentice burst forth just a few moments after he had begun to groom himself, dropping the muddy, sliced mouse at his paws. It was plump sure, but it wasn't the prettiest looking thing, what with the giant gauge in it's side and mud covering most of it's fur. "Beat that dude. What'd you catch, a dragonfly?" She snickered with a sharp smirk, her eyes looking for his piece of prey, her tail held high as if she had already won the competition, even though all she caught was a mouse.

Sunpaw was actually quite startled when Raccoonpaw burst out of the bushes. The mud had covered her scent, and in addition Sunpaw hadn't really been paying attention to his surroundings at the time. So when she suddenly appeared in front of him, covered in muck, well, let's just say Sunpaw wasn't the manliest at that moment. Letting out a surprised yelp, a very high pitched one to say the least, the golden tomcat was unsteady on his paws, and fell over. He landed on his side but quickly changed into a crouching positron, trying to act like it was his goal the whole time. "Woah Raccoonpaw, you better not hide your scent with that filthy mud. I almost stacked you because I thought you were some mud monster." He teased, a smirk on his face. He had covered up his fall well, but his surprised yelp, more like a shriek, still played in his mind, making him wince slightly. He just hoped he had played it off wells ouch so Raccoonpaw wouldn't have another reason to doubt his awesomeness. He then took a look at her prey, and his blue eyes grew wide with disgust and unbelief. "What. Is. That?" He meowed, daring to take a closer look. It looked like a mouse, but it was covered in muck and there was a long gash in its side. It was horrible to look at. You could almost not even tell what it was without close inspection. "I don't think any cat on his earth would eat that even if they were starving." He meowed, crinkling his nose in disgust and backing away. "Even a dragonfly would beat that, it's hideous!" Of course he was talking on a scale of how the prey looked, mainly of it even looked edible. Because to Sunpaw, that "mouse" did not look edible. But of course they were going by size, and that mouse was actually quite plump. But so was Sunpaw's. And his actually looked appetizing.
Sunpaw pushed his rat onto the ground, closer to Raccoonpaw's, but not too close. He couldn't let his prey get contaminated. Because that other mouse looked like it could spread its filthiness. Sunpaw wished he had caught that rabbit. It would look amazing next to her poor excuse for a piece of prey. He opened his mouth to mention that he had almost caught a rabbit, but upon further consideration, he closed it again. If he mentioned his failed catch, that would only give her, once again, another thing to fade him about. And if Sunpaw truly hated one thing, it was teasing. Especially from she-cats he was trying to flirt with.
Dropping to the ground, the golden apprentice studied the two mice, his nose getting dangerously close to the contaminated one. At least that's what he called it. They were very close in size, but Sunpaw noticed his had a longer about. That would have to do. Sitting up, the tom gave Raccoonpaw a triumphant smile. "As you can see, they are both very close in size and stature, but mine has a longer about. Therefore, my mouse is bigger, so it wins! It also looks a lot prettier." The last part Sunpaw mumbled under his breath, but continued to look at Raccoonpaw with triumphant sky-colored eyes. He had won this, so he now had bragging rights. Which Sunpae did t care for, but he also might have intrigued Raccoonpaw a bit more, enough for her to let him continue on flirting with her. That's more what Sunpaw was after.

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Originally Posted by Empress Of Evil

Everpaw had already turned away and although she couldn’t see his expression, it didn’t affect her hearing in any way. The she-cat could clearly hear the panic in his voice as he stumbled over his words, trying to find a reasonable response. However, being the cat that she was, the calico apprentice had put him in a tight situation and it was certainly going to be a hard one to get out of. For a moment, Everpaw felt rather regretful that she was doing this to Sunpaw. He didn’t deserve this but still she was putting him through it. The calico apprentice was about to stop and apologize when she suddenly decided against it. She was curious to know exactly how her best friend would react to this. Would he shrug his shoulders and walk away? Or would he be a true friend and do something to bring her back? Something that had first been a prank, was now a test of friendship and loyalty. The calico was always wondering if her friends really cared about her, but she had never found a way to know. In fact, she had made that a goal of hers, but the progress of it was very slow. Finally, she had managed to accomplish one of her many goals. It wasn’t a very nice method for the ‘victim’, but it was going to give her the information that Everpaw wanted to know.
With her head still turned, a wide grin grew on her maw as she heard the sound of paw steps following her. He cared. He cared enough to follow her. Relief flooded over her as she heard what she had wanted to hear and she was about to turn around when once again, she stopped. She wanted to hear what else he had to say. For once, her smile was a soft one rather than a wide and excited one.
A loud crack suddenly broke through and Everpaw whipped around to see what had happened. For a few seconds, she just stood there, staring at Sunpaw. A few seconds after, she laughed. She moved forward and placed her teeth on a tendril carefully, making sure that she didn’t scratch herself. With one sharp movement, she jerked back, pulling the bramble tendril with her. Everpaw released the tendril and watched as it dropped to the ground. After that, she turned her amber gaze back to her best friend.
“I’m sorry if I hurt you in any way. I was planning to prank you, but that kind of changed half way through and I decided to see how loyal you would be to me as a friend,” Everpaw admitted, chuckling softly as she moved forward and held out a paw. The calico would probably never understand just how worried and panicked, Sunpaw, had felt, but hopefully an apology would be enough. The next time that the golden tabby decided to play a prank of some sort, she would brush it off without giving the usual scolding that she normally gave.

Sunpaw moved his paw around a little after Everpaw took the tendril off. He had a little scratch, but nothing too serious. He gingerly placed it on the ground, relieved when it didn't hurt, except for the slightly pain from his scratch. But that was small. He listened to her words, keeping quiet to have time to recompose himself. As she explained what she had done, his eyes narrowed slightly in thought. "Well Everpaw, I understand. We all need a test of loyalty occasionally." He meowed, laughing a little. "But just know, that even if it doesn't seem like it at times, I will always be loyal to you. If you need me, I will be there as soon as I can." He meowed, staring into her eyes, his blue hues wide, and his tone serious. He had to make sure that his words were implanted firmly in her head. She had to know that she was a priority over lost things in his life. She stood in the same level as his sister and parents. Which was saying a lot, considering Sunpaw loved his family dearly. His mother always told him there would be that one special cat whom he would hold above his family, but Sunpaw didn't really believe that. He couldn't see how one could love one cat so much. Like his mother and father loved each other.
Casting his gaze upwards, Sunpaw saw that it was about singing. He and Everpaw had been out for a while. "Well, we better head back to the camp. I still have some duties I need to finish up." Sunpaw laughed, winking at Everpaw. "But you know me, they'll probably end up as some game." Abd those words rang true.

[lone]

Originally Posted by Constellation

Riskwatcher tilted his head slightly at his companion. She was a feisty quiet thing. Her voice did little to disturb him, but it still annoyed him. That soft little whisper, which now he understood of why she was named.Although what she had said quite annoyed him. What did she mean by that? Was this some type of threat...that she was coming back? Riskwatcher blinked his eyes as he stared at her, analyzing the words that came out her maw. What if she did come back? Just because he wasn’t there to keep her off. Some other cat would, right? Riskwatcher shook his pelt, and for a moment stared at her once more. He flicked his eyes to another location. ‘’It’s a shame that Starclan didn’t allow me to go blind,’’ He sniffed at the air. In response, he didn’t get a whiff of anything. The one thing he wished now was to take in her scent. He wanted to know what she smelled like, despite that sounding weird. ‘’Oh, yes. I am very thankful. You can say that I have become,’’ Riskwatcher paused, and he got up, grumpily. It was nothing wrong with his muscles. In fact, they were simply tired. He’s been out all day, hanging around a she cat that refused to leave territory that wasn’t hers. He began to slowly circle around her. Other than her appearance, he needed something to remember her by. That attitude, no problem. He needed something to scent her. That’s all he wished to have right now. A scent marker from her so that he would be able to scent her. As he circled around her, the tom got nothing, and he stopped, stepping away, and looking off. ''...accepting towards it.''

Riskwatcher tried to appear uncaring. Why should he care at all? He delicately lashed his tail behind him in a calm manner. He could easily tell that she didn’t like him much. That she was playing with him, complimenting him, flirting with him. Riskwatcher could lose all that. He didn’t care about the compliments or the flirting. In all honesty, Riskwatcher had lost all those good attributes by time he turned thirty-eight moons old. He noticed the small tints of grey, and the dull look in his greenish hues. It would seem that his state came from stress. From working from worrying.

Riskwatcher always had things to worry about. To stress over, and that was unknown to others. The tom didn’t take well knowing that anyone knew his business. The fact that he had to keep a tough appearance up, never seemed to fail. Lately the tom had been stressed, and Whisper was making it no better. Which was why he over-exaggerated...a lot. Just because of his stress. Always worrying about stuff. Worrying that he would never be good enough. That he should just stop and retire.

In response to Whisper, the tom only stared at her for a couple seconds. His eyes half-lidded, ‘’Oh, yeah. I would catch you.’’ His voice sounded distant as if he weren’t listening. As he looked away from her once more, he smirked. ‘’Then, I would drop you again. Simple as that.’’ He joked. It was...a weird thought when he pondered on it. He knew the context of it; playing around though. To be honest, Riskwatcher was confused when it came to Whisper. She was feisty with him, yet she complimented him in ways that made him feel...well, surprise. He didn’t allow himself to believe her compliments. Riskwatcher was quite the tom that enjoyed that type of attention. Especially since he hadn’t seen--or heard it in a while. Nor, did he know how it felt. It kinda annoyed him, yet he did enjoy it. It amused him slightly.

He wasn’t the type of tom to indulge in play. That word was foreign to him. He didn’t like to play, but he was amused as he heard the she cat’s words. He allowed his tongue to graze his jaws before a small chuckle escaped his lips. ‘’I suppose I’m admiring something,’’ A purr rumbled from deep within his purr. He sure was admiring something. He doubt that it was her beauty. She wasn’t flawless, nor was she exactly beautiful. But, in his eye he had seen something pretty about her. A type of rugged pretty that she knew all the forest smarts while he knew all the clan smarts. ‘’Maybe I wanted to be subtle.’’ He shrugged, and let out an obnoxious yawn. He could had gone for some fresh kill at this moment. Just thinking about his hunger made his stomach practically growl. The tom got up to enter into a stretch. He made sure to crack every bone in his body as he lingered with an arch in his back. He kept his gaze solely on her, whether it got on her nerves or not. His eyes continued to roam her body, albeit not in interest. More so, to aggravate her. ‘’So, what? I was admiring your form. I don’t like to sugarcoat things. I like what I see. Take it as a compliment,’’ He slowly brings his body back to normal posture and shakes his pelt. ‘’I know you don’t get too many of those.’’ He gives a sly grin, and finally looks away from her as he started to pad a few moments away.

He detected her strange laugh, and had to keep himself from laughing. Her laugh was very annoying. But, it was comical. He found himself enjoying it more than being displeased with it. However, how could anyone live with that type of laughter? He cleared his throat to keep from laughing himself. His ears had perked upon hearing a new name. Risky? Did she really have the nerve to give him a nickname? Riskwatcher felt his eyes narrowing. He didn’t like that name. It sounded weird. And, disrespectful. Here he was, a forty-something moon old warrior, and this she cat gave him a nickname? What? Did he take on the form of a kit? Riskwatcher closed his ears, rolling his eyes at her. He didn’t feel the slightest bit afraid, or insulted at what she said to him. ‘’Now, you’re confusing me, Whisper.’’ He shakes his head, playing as if he’s sad about something. ‘’You’re displaying mixed signs. I thought I was special.’’ He sighed, knowing he was probably being over reacting. ‘’I thought we had a connection. Something pretty good coming between us. But, now I’m not special? I’m hurt. You just broke my heart.’’ His voice was rough, never losing that raspy issue it had. His voice used to be deep and loud, but as he got older, it began to falter, thus leaving him with an pretty annoying sound. It didn’t make him insecure. The tom knew he was too old to be depended on looks, or physical attributes. He was perfectly content with everyone seeing his ugliness. In fact, it made him laugh because he knew it as well. ‘’Let’s just get one thing straight; do not call me Risky.’’ He growled once more. Even saying the name didn’t sound right to him. ‘’At all. Simple request. Follow it.’’ He demanded before giving a light huff. With that being said, the tom stood up straighter, looking down at the she cat that he would had loved to pound into oblivion. ‘’Let’s get another thing straight. Do not talk about my clan. How they act is none of your business.’’ He looked her up and down. ‘’I’m not chasing you out. Well...I am, but that’s because I’m protecting my territory. I’m sure you would do the same.’’ There were many good cats living within thunderclan. Everyone always did as they were told, no matter what. Even if they had attitude problems. Riskwatcher had never encountered trouble from his own clan mates.

...is everyone in your Thunder-Clan as bad as you are?

Was he truly a bad cat? The tom didn’t know his own behavioral problems,if he were bad, as she had said. He thought he was a good cat. Not the kindest, sure, but he was pretty helpful when anyone needed him. Besides that, was it his bluntness? The way he spoke before thinking? Riskwatcher didn’t know. Nor, does he wish for her to give an explanation. At the moment, the tom was beyond livid. He knew after she was gone, he would need to relieve some stress. Do something that would keep his mind at bay. ‘’You don’t know me.’’ Was his simple response, then he turned away, his eyes blazing and his ears heated to the core. The tom did hit her. Made her head hurt, but it was an honest mistake. ‘’What, you want an apology?’’ He turned back to her, growling. ‘’Well, I’m sorry for hitting your precious head. Forgive me, will you?’’ His voice sounded hasty, almost on the verge as if he was sounding desperate. But, he wasn’t desperate. Just tired. Just stressed. And, he didn’t think she would had made it worse, but he fuming at this point. So, the tom began pacing around again, breathing deeply in and out. For a moment, he forgot that she was there, and he continued to pace to calm himself down. His eyes stayed locked on whichever direction he was going.

The tom snorted upon hearing her call him such a name. He stopped his pacing, as he turned to her. His eyes calmer than it was before. Slowly, he was becoming tamed, and he allowed a stoic expression to stay on his face. ‘’You really want to know what I prefer?’’ He asked her, taking a long pause for dramatic effect. He stepped closer to her. Probably too close that she would end up smacking him with a paw. Maybe, that’s what he wanted. For her to smack him into oblivion. ‘’I don’t really care. As long as you leave--out my presence.’’ He pulls himself away, and turned around, flicking his tail. ‘’Go and enjoy yourself. You’ll probably run into another cat that’s as bad as me. Who knows what will happen? I’m quite positive you don’t want me escorting you around.’’

"Just because I'm a loner doesn't mean I don't get complimented, Riskwatcher. What did you mean that's your 'warrior name,' anyway? Are you delusional or something?" Whisper asked. Being nice was not the feline's strong point. Insults were. But, she supposed the polite thing to do would be to thank him. So naturally Whisper had taken the opposite path. She didn't want this cat to like her, the challenge of evading him would go away then and she would be bored! If there was one thing Whisper loved, it was a game. If Riskwatcher would play with her then she would continue this game forever. Even if he refused to play with her she would continue the game. It was just a part of her personality, something that had been around for a long time and would continue to stay... probably forever. She had never been a 'nice' cat, anyways. Riskwatcher could probably tell that just by talking to her for a few moments.
　
She did what she had to to survive, and then some. It was nothing personal. "But, glad you like what you see." There. That was something nice. Now she could just stop at that, and give him a smile, and everything would be good... right? Right? Wrong. Whisper would never stop at that, she wasn't the type of feline to stop at that. Her hues narrowed and she purred in an annoying way, "Guess that means I'll be coming around a lot more so you can admire my natural beauty." Great. She'd screwed up now. Why couldn't Whisper just leave things as they were, be nice and sweet and good, and at least pretend that she didn't want Riskwatcher to pound her into the ground? Right now she wasn't doing a very good job of that. Anyone might have thought she was taunting him purposely. And, maybe Whisper would have preferred for him to chase her. The thrill of being chased was still present from former moons.
　
She loved to be chased, it always gave her a sense of adventure as she ran from a dangerous cat. And Riskwatcher was certainly dangerous... honestly, was he trying to kill her? Whisper had no idea. But if that was, in fact, his aim, then he was doing an excellent job driving her to insanity so that she would do it for him. Perhaps that would be better then hanging out with this tom. Their talk was going downhill fast, and Whisper knew that she needed to escape before something bad happened. His words made her hues narrow and her expression changed from one of annoyance to a more playful one. Was he playing with her? If that were true, then she was definitely going to play back. This was a rare occurance! A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! The opportunity to play with Risky while he was in a good mood. Whisper knew that was something that most likely wouldn't happen again anytime soon.
　
After all, he had an appearance to keep up, didn't he? The appearance of a grumpy old tom who never wanted to have any fun! Whisper knew that appearances could be decieving and in his case... his whole attitude with her was just confusing. Did he hate her? Did he like her? Did he want to chase her out, or did he want to stare at her? Whisper didn't like being stared at at all, it made her feel as though she were on display for his "Clan" to see, and she didn't want that to happen. Perhaps getting out of here would be best for her. Though, she still needed to respond to his comment. Because it was strange to her that he was trying to play now. Hadn't he clearly said that he didn't like playing? Or had that been her ears decieving her, just as her mind had before? Whisper still couldn't make up her mind whether he was friend or foe. Given the fact that he hadn't killed her yet, she would say friend.
　
But his words and hostility towards her practically screamed foe. So for now, until Whisper could figure out whether he was one or the other, she would remain neutral. Going on as she had. Those actions that she had performed before could be used for an ally or rival, right? No one would suspect otherwise. Least of all the tom before her who was so strange to her. His customs were odd. And his way of showing that he disliked her was odder... staring at her? Saying he liked what he saw? Whisper was freaked out by that, and decided she needed to play along with his little game for now until it was time (for sure) for her to get out of there. "Awe, darling. Don't worry, you'll always be number one in my book. But I don't have enough energy to spend on making you feel perfect all the time... there are so many things that require it, wouldn't you agree?" Now she was just playing with him.
　
Had Whisper wanted to, she probably could have gotten Riskwatcher wrapped around her paw. Though it was dangerous territory and she would have preferred to leave there with her head still attached to her shoulders. Poor Whisper was absolutely terrified of Riskwatcher. He was a scary cat, really... and it was never good when she got involved with toms. It had happened once or twice before, Whisper was bound to have a few little crushes at 40 moons old, but none of them had ended in a way that she would have liked to reveal. After all, it was never fun to think about getting hurt by a rough warrior. The tom was quite rough, and Whisper was scared for her life around him. At the same time he was interesting to her. Intriguing. There was something about the tom that was distinctly fascinating, and she wasn't sure what it was. "I would chase a cat who was going to stay forever out. I was just passing through." She paused for a moment.
　
"And you looked threatening, so naturally I attacked. I'm sure if you had known I was there and I looked threatening, you would have done the same." Whisper added with a somewhat nervous expression as she spoke. Though it was hidden by the flashes of frustration in her blue hues. The markings on Whisper's features seemed to grow a little paler - though not possible - as she realized that Riskwatcher had probably had enough of her. Maybe it was time to clear out. Maybe she needed to run, or perhaps she should stay and fight. Which one was it? How was she supposed to know the right thing to do here? "Thanks for the apology, Risky." What he had said earlier seemed to have gone in one ear and rolled right out the other. She was still calling him Risky. Hey, it was a cool nickname! Whisper liked it! So, she was going to call him Risky. Whether he wanted her to or not.
　
Because Whisper always did just as she wanted. No one else mattered in 'her own little world,' and that was the way the white feline liked it. Unlike some she wasn't too full of herself. She wasn't too stuck up. She was just sarcastic, rude, obnoxious and hard to be around Whisper. The same cat that she had always been and the same cat she always would be. Whether others wanted her to or not. Whether she wanted to be or not. Her eyes narrowed as the tom got in her space. And, whether it was her imagination or something else, and whether it was because she was angry or not was unknown. But in the next instant, Whisper raised a paw and hit Riskwatcher in the face. "Get out of my face." She snarled. Something in her tone, whether it was the way that the growl rumbled dangerously low or the way that her voice almost raised, it was obvious that Whisper was not playing.

[Drago Victinius Bloodward]

Originally Posted by SilverWinter

Starlingpaw found it harder and harder to keep running. By the time they made it to the Windclan border, she was panting and her legs were burning. She flopped down beside her mentor, too tired to make any kind of remark at his cool patience.

He flicked her ear with his tail tip "we will rest here for a few moments then we'll go back to camp unless u want to learn some hunting moves or fighting moves get a good whiff of windclan scent first though" he said

[SilverWinter]

Originally Posted by Dylan Dragonclaw Redguard

He flicked her ear with his tail tip "we will rest here for a few moments then we'll go back to camp unless u want to learn some hunting moves or fighting moves get a good whiff of windclan scent first though" he said

Starlingpaw took a deep breath, breathing in the musty scent of Windclan. She got a good idea of what to look out for before she flopped to the ground, panting. When Stoneheart suggested practice, she snapped her head towards him. Guilt pricked at her pelt. She didn't want to let down her mentor, but still...

"Can we do hunting or fighting tomorrow?"

[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by Lonestar23

"Just because I'm a loner doesn't mean I don't get complimented, Riskwatcher. What did you mean that's your 'warrior name,' anyway? Are you delusional or something?" Whisper asked. Being nice was not the feline's strong point. Insults were. But, she supposed the polite thing to do would be to thank him. So naturally Whisper had taken the opposite path. She didn't want this cat to like her, the challenge of evading him would go away then and she would be bored! If there was one thing Whisper loved, it was a game. If Riskwatcher would play with her then she would continue this game forever. Even if he refused to play with her she would continue the game. It was just a part of her personality, something that had been around for a long time and would continue to stay... probably forever. She had never been a 'nice' cat, anyways. Riskwatcher could probably tell that just by talking to her for a few moments.
　
She did what she had to to survive, and then some. It was nothing personal. "But, glad you like what you see." There. That was something nice. Now she could just stop at that, and give him a smile, and everything would be good... right? Right? Wrong. Whisper would never stop at that, she wasn't the type of feline to stop at that. Her hues narrowed and she purred in an annoying way, "Guess that means I'll be coming around a lot more so you can admire my natural beauty." Great. She'd screwed up now. Why couldn't Whisper just leave things as they were, be nice and sweet and good, and at least pretend that she didn't want Riskwatcher to pound her into the ground? Right now she wasn't doing a very good job of that. Anyone might have thought she was taunting him purposely. And, maybe Whisper would have preferred for him to chase her. The thrill of being chased was still present from former moons.
　
She loved to be chased, it always gave her a sense of adventure as she ran from a dangerous cat. And Riskwatcher was certainly dangerous... honestly, was he trying to kill her? Whisper had no idea. But if that was, in fact, his aim, then he was doing an excellent job driving her to insanity so that she would do it for him. Perhaps that would be better then hanging out with this tom. Their talk was going downhill fast, and Whisper knew that she needed to escape before something bad happened. His words made her hues narrow and her expression changed from one of annoyance to a more playful one. Was he playing with her? If that were true, then she was definitely going to play back. This was a rare occurance! A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! The opportunity to play with Risky while he was in a good mood. Whisper knew that was something that most likely wouldn't happen again anytime soon.
　
After all, he had an appearance to keep up, didn't he? The appearance of a grumpy old tom who never wanted to have any fun! Whisper knew that appearances could be decieving and in his case... his whole attitude with her was just confusing. Did he hate her? Did he like her? Did he want to chase her out, or did he want to stare at her? Whisper didn't like being stared at at all, it made her feel as though she were on display for his "Clan" to see, and she didn't want that to happen. Perhaps getting out of here would be best for her. Though, she still needed to respond to his comment. Because it was strange to her that he was trying to play now. Hadn't he clearly said that he didn't like playing? Or had that been her ears decieving her, just as her mind had before? Whisper still couldn't make up her mind whether he was friend or foe. Given the fact that he hadn't killed her yet, she would say friend.
　
But his words and hostility towards her practically screamed foe. So for now, until Whisper could figure out whether he was one or the other, she would remain neutral. Going on as she had. Those actions that she had performed before could be used for an ally or rival, right? No one would suspect otherwise. Least of all the tom before her who was so strange to her. His customs were odd. And his way of showing that he disliked her was odder... staring at her? Saying he liked what he saw? Whisper was freaked out by that, and decided she needed to play along with his little game for now until it was time (for sure) for her to get out of there. "Awe, darling. Don't worry, you'll always be number one in my book. But I don't have enough energy to spend on making you feel perfect all the time... there are so many things that require it, wouldn't you agree?" Now she was just playing with him.
　
Had Whisper wanted to, she probably could have gotten Riskwatcher wrapped around her paw. Though it was dangerous territory and she would have preferred to leave there with her head still attached to her shoulders. Poor Whisper was absolutely terrified of Riskwatcher. He was a scary cat, really... and it was never good when she got involved with toms. It had happened once or twice before, Whisper was bound to have a few little crushes at 40 moons old, but none of them had ended in a way that she would have liked to reveal. After all, it was never fun to think about getting hurt by a rough warrior. The tom was quite rough, and Whisper was scared for her life around him. At the same time he was interesting to her. Intriguing. There was something about the tom that was distinctly fascinating, and she wasn't sure what it was. "I would chase a cat who was going to stay forever out. I was just passing through." She paused for a moment.
　
"And you looked threatening, so naturally I attacked. I'm sure if you had known I was there and I looked threatening, you would have done the same." Whisper added with a somewhat nervous expression as she spoke. Though it was hidden by the flashes of frustration in her blue hues. The markings on Whisper's features seemed to grow a little paler - though not possible - as she realized that Riskwatcher had probably had enough of her. Maybe it was time to clear out. Maybe she needed to run, or perhaps she should stay and fight. Which one was it? How was she supposed to know the right thing to do here? "Thanks for the apology, Risky." What he had said earlier seemed to have gone in one ear and rolled right out the other. She was still calling him Risky. Hey, it was a cool nickname! Whisper liked it! So, she was going to call him Risky. Whether he wanted her to or not.
　
Because Whisper always did just as she wanted. No one else mattered in 'her own little world,' and that was the way the white feline liked it. Unlike some she wasn't too full of herself. She wasn't too stuck up. She was just sarcastic, rude, obnoxious and hard to be around Whisper. The same cat that she had always been and the same cat she always would be. Whether others wanted her to or not. Whether she wanted to be or not. Her eyes narrowed as the tom got in her space. And, whether it was her imagination or something else, and whether it was because she was angry or not was unknown. But in the next instant, Whisper raised a paw and hit Riskwatcher in the face. "Get out of my face." She snarled. Something in her tone, whether it was the way that the growl rumbled dangerously low or the way that her voice almost raised, it was obvious that Whisper was not playing.

Time must had stopped. Reversed. Transferred. Or something. Riskwatcher breathed calmly. Slowly. And, for a while he didn’t look at the she cat. Surprisingly, she had hit him. Raised a paw and swiped it across his face. The tom didn’t know how to react at first, but he knew he was boiling over in anger. Anger that he refused to show. Only because when he over reacted, he over exaggerated, and he preferred to save such viciousness for wars. It took a while for him to get back to the present. Here he was, she was ready to leave. Playing--toying with him, and this is what he got? The tom blinked his eyes, still looking away. The side of his face hurt, but he knew that he well deserved it.

On the other hand, Riskwatcher felt that he didn’t deserve what she did to him. So, he went with the latter. Riskwatcher could be quite the unreasonable cat. Especially whenever it involved him. The tom didn’t do any wrong! Why would he need to? He was almost an elder, he did all his duties, and he never shown disloyalty to his clan. Now, he was simply upset, and the feeling was probably mutual when it came to Whisper. Not that he cared at all how she felt.

Slowly, Riskwatcher turned his head to look at the white feline. He didn’t say anything, but simply stepped away from her. He stepped away as far as he could, and he looked every which way except for at her. With his tail lifting higher, displaying a type of dominance.He put his muzzle into the air, as if trying to sniff at it, but clearly he got nothing. He was silent. Nothing to say. Nothing at all. Riskwatcher was speechless. He didn’t know what to say. He was still shaken, but he wasn’t scared. The tom was far from scared. What did he have to be afraid of her for? It was bound to come soon. Where she would have her breaking point, and lash out at him.

Riskwatcher just didn’t know when it might happened. If he knew, he would had prepared himself. And, here he was. Talking to her longer than he should had. Riskwatcher regretted not walking her to the border as he should had done earlier. He had almost let his guard down around her--and, what good would that had done? Nothing. It would only make him disloyal, as he was talking to her. He couldn’t allow his clan mate to see that he was conversing with a loner. That wouldn’t be good for his reputation. Riskwatcher was all about reputation. If he wanted to be the talk of the clan, allow it to be something good, at least. The large tom shook his head, and he closed his eyes for a moment to recollect what had happened. Did it truly happen? Did she really hit him? It felt like a dream. It felt like RIskwatcher had some sense knocked aside, or into him. Yet, he was still mad. Still quite annoyed, but he didn’t display it. Instead, he stepped further back, giving her all the space she desired.

Then, he sat down. His large size taking comfort to the grass. He wrapped his tail around him, covering his paws, and his ears twitched. It was a first that he was ever hit by another feline. A female, specifically. He was considered somewhat of a gentlemen back in his prime days. None of the she cats had a problem with him. He was a handsome young lad with the most ambitious green eyes. That, and the fact that he never gave a reason for she cats to hate him. He never bothered to socialize with them much. In his eyes, they were a bit dull to him, and he wanted something exciting. Maybe, that’s what he wasted his life waiting on. Something exciting to be introduced to.

Whisper wasn’t anything of that sort. But, she was different. Something that Riskwatcher couldn’t decipher as he refused to look at her in the moment. The tom seemed to have learned his lesson. Maybe he had came on too strong. Maybe his attitude was too hostile. Maybe his actions were too much. Whatever it was, he didn’t know. Whisper didn’t tell him, and therefore he felt that he did something wrong. Riskwatcher didn’t like knowing that he did something wrong. The pit in his stomach was guilt enough. And, he didn’t know why it was there. But, he learned to hide his emotions well. Unreadable? Yes. That way no one would truly care.

The tom bent his head down, staring at the dark stripe aligning his tail. A ghost of a smile flickered onto his maw, and with one of his claws, he began making absentminded shapes within the grassy dirt. He was still quiet. He truly had nothing to say, and he felt that she would leave on her own. But, nope. She was still there. Probably waiting for a response. A response he didn’t want to give. A response he refused to give.

Riskwatcher knew he couldn’t hit her back. That wasn’t his style. He also didn’t like arguing with anyone. Whenever he was truly mad, he would simply walk away. Brush past anyone without noticing them. He was that type of petty tom that held grudges way too long than needed. Why? It was complicated. That’s what Riskwatcher would say. Everything with him was complicated because he was too old to give the simple answer. Or, it had nothing to do with age. Maybe, he just didn’t feel like giving any answer to a question. The tom preferred to keep things nice and sweet. If he had the choice, he wouldn’t talk to anyone at all. He would live in his own little world, where no one bothered him, or he wasn’t controlled.

Since that wasn’t the case, the tom would follow his duty. He would give up his life for his leader. It was protocol. Besides that, Riskwatcher didn’t mind dying for an important cause. Any cat who would think differently had something wrong with them. They weren’t a true patriot, then. Riskwatcher found himself snorting. Why was he having these thoughts? The tom was full grown, and he was allowing some pushy annoying she cat to put some sense into him? That did not do well with Riskwatcher. He didn’t like being told what to do. The tom finally looked up. His green hues flashing. No hurt in them. No sadness in them. Nothing, but humor displayed in them.

Then, he laughed. It was quite an annoying laugh. Raspy and deep. Then, he licked his jaws, getting back up to his four paws. ‘’You hit like a mouse.’’ He snarled, suddenly. He didn’t dare move a step closer to her. Why should he? She was a feisty aggressive one, and probably tired of him anyway. It finally came to a point where she would leave. Hopefully. The tom sits up, moving his position. He allowed himself into a nice stretch, keeping his claws intact as he yawned. Briefly, he took a glance towards Whisper, a sly smile playing on his maw. ‘’You got your wish.’’ He replied calmly, then began brushing past her, without even sparing a glance. ‘’As long as you stay out of mine. Then, we should be fine.’’ He stopped for a moment, thinking for a second. He turned his head slightly, keeping it down. The side of his face still hurt, but he was too proud to admit that. ‘’My simple request is for you to leave Thunderclan. At least show some respect towards our leader.’’ His voice was calm, keeping on a leveled tone before he turned head to trot away. The proper thing would had been to walk her to the border, but as stated before, the tom was quite petty. And, angry. He didn’t allow his emotions to display, so he turned away with a flick of his tail. ‘’You seem to know the territory well. Show yourself out.’’

[Drago Victinius Bloodward]

Originally Posted by SilverWinter

Starlingpaw took a deep breath, breathing in the musty scent of Windclan. She got a good idea of what to look out for before she flopped to the ground, panting. When Stoneheart suggested practice, she snapped her head towards him. Guilt pricked at her pelt. She didn't want to let down her mentor, but still...

"Can we do hunting or fighting tomorrow?"

Stoneheart purred with amusement "of course we can" he said ( @SilverWinter did u forget about this XD )