Rosecougar
(creds to naiad for name inspo hehehe)

Oh, the drama.The sleek tawny molly slinked out of the warrior's den, movements graceful and sinuous, as she watched the very intriguing situation with gleaming icy eyes. How interesting. A Clanmate of hers frolicking with a bunny? The next time she happened to run into a bunny rabbit on the border, she'd be sure to add that into her little game. The game she liked to call... ridding the borders of little fluffs.

"A very pretty warrior, right?" She murmured softly, as she watched Mirehound move to block the exit. The small warrior made no move to move, instead staying where she was, the optimal position for watching the fun that was about to unfold. And hopefully the first to be cleanup crew, which meant she would be able to.... do some things. Like mark the WindClan border with the warrior's blood. That would serve as a warning most satisfactory, in her expert opinion.

Cats began to gather, and due her her unfortunate... vertical difficulties, she had to scoot over a tad to be able to see once more. the tom was begging. He didn't even try to lie about it, which was the obvious choice. Did he have no self preservation instincts whatsoever? her brow crinkled, and icy eyes rolled smoothly as she rocked back on her haunches. Maybe if she asked nicely, Dawnstar would let her get a few blows in? Or better yet- let her take care of the creature herself?

How fantastic would that be?

But chances are, dawnstar would allow herself the fun of killing the tomcat. Slowly and painfully was Rosecougar's personal preference. Not that she was insane or anything. Or at least, no fully insane. No, she just detested traitors. Like her sire, whom her mother had pined for until the day she died. Her traitorous mother, who had mothered the kits of a ThunderClanner. Of course, Rosecougar was the result of that, and she wasn't exactly proud of her heritage. She also wasn't keeping it a secret, either.

Who cared, really? Half the cats in this Clan were rogues and kittypets, so they couldn't really judge her at all. Plus. at least her parentage made her a great tree climber. the small tawny warrior scooted forward, so that she was ready to help if the creature decided to run.... towards the den? She wasn't sure what her thought proccess was for this position, but it was an excuse to get closer to the inevitable bloodbath, so why not look a little stupid for the cameras? It would work out well for her in the end, most likely, so who cared what others thought.

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Rosecougar

The small warrior turned her head at the sound of approaching pawsteps, caught a glimpse of the approaching warrior, and turned back to watch the scene before her. But then, a muzzle brushed Rosecougar's ear and she had to restrain herself from turning and getting into a defensive crouch. If you touch me again, maybe the blood will spill a little sooner.

"No touching." She murmured calmly, watching the pathetic traitor beg for a chance to prove his loyalty. "But yes... it is intriguing to watch. Though honestly, it's merely a case of natural selection." Only the smart survived ShadowClan. It wasn't too complicated, don't be an idiot and occasionally do stuff, and you're set, but noooo, some cats had to screw it up for themselves.

Morons.

The small tawny fighter smiled a tad, a crooked half smile that was darkened with eagerness. "It is quite exciting, though." She murmured, flexing her own long, black claws. Muscles were ready to sprint forward should she need to assist. Not a likely bet, though, so she was prepared to simply spectate.

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