It was a day like any other for Duskflight, the sun was beginning to rise and so was he, the golden rays throwing light upon him as he carefully squinted open his eyes before clenching them close again, stretching out on his side, claws unsheathing momentarily, hooking in the air, before he relaxed with a quiet, slightly peaceful sigh. Licking his lips the dark grey tom slowly pulled himself into a sitting position, opening his baby blue eyes and taking in the moorland around him. This was the place where he lived, it was a small dip in the moorland, a singular lone, cracked boulder in the dip as well that he usually only slept in when it was raining or excessively windy, for the most part he enjoyed sleeping beneath the stars.
Giving himself a small shake the ex-warrior sluggishly stood up, his limbs stiff from sleeping the night through, the morning air a bit nippy and causing his joints to ache just slightly even though he wasn't even that old of a cat, really he was still in his prime. He would need to go hunting soon, he hadn't eaten since yesterday afternoon and he was feeling the familiar pang of hunger that ensued after not eating in a while. He desperately wished he could go and be back in his clan, but he knew he wasn't able to do that. Not at all. And a part of him, he couldn't bear to do it, he knew his clanmates wouldn't trust him again, they would think of cowardly, he wouldn't hold a future in Windclan like he did in the past.

Shaking his head, the dark furred warrior cleared away his thoughts. No sense in thinking about that now. Now was the time to go get some breakfast. With a noisy and slightly painful rumble of his stomach, Duskflight climbed out of the small dip and stood on the crest of it, lifting his head in the air and sniffing, searching through scents. Already he caught the scent of Grouse, one of his favorite birds to eat, and that of rabbit, both of which were promising targets, but the rogue decided he'd rather grouse this morning. With that, he briskly padded off in the direction, hunkering close to the ground because in the moorland, his black coat was relatively easy to spot.

The scent was growing stronger now as Duskflight continued his brisk pace towards the gamy scent of the bird before he stopped, flattening himself to the ground and flattening his ears. The grouse was just ahead and was pecking at the ground, searching for food and if the ex-warrior got any closer, the bird would either spot him, or scent him, and he didn't want that, he was hungry. Licking his lips he slowly began to rest all of his weight on his hind legs, claws unsheathing and digging silently into the dirt, the tip of his tail flicking back and forth as he waited for the precise time to pounce, his eyes watching the birds every movement, focusing solely on the prey in front of him. Tuning out all other sounds and smells, he didn't even take into consideration the smell of another cat, it didn't matter to him. Without a second thought, he pounced, landing on the birds back, sinking his claws in and burying his teeth into it's head, driving his fangs into its skull and effectively killing it within seconds. With a tiny rumble of satisfaction, he let the birds head drop limply to the ground and looked over his kill, licking his lips. "That's a good find." He murmured to himself before picking up the birds carcass to bring back to his 'camp'.

Originally Posted by MaskedBandits (Post 13801) Limoncello watched all this through his narrowed, Amber eyes. A tough cat. Best not to physically fight; emotions will do more damage to this mouse-heart. He followed Duskflight back to his makeshift camp, and before he could enter the yellow Tom made a big deal of clearing his throat. "Excuse me, but I believe that was my Bird. I found it before you, so therefore you are eating my prey." Limoncello put on a show, pretending to be a nice, respectful cat. It's easier to catch flies with honey than Fox-dung, after all!

Originally Posted by MaskedBandits (Post 17309) (Boop for Dusk! :))

Originally Posted by MaskedBandits (Post 13801) Limoncello watched all this through his narrowed, Amber eyes. A tough cat. Best not to physically fight; emotions will do more damage to this mouse-heart. He followed Duskflight back to his makeshift camp, and before he could enter the yellow Tom made a big deal of clearing his throat. "Excuse me, but I believe that was my Bird. I found it before you, so therefore you are eating my prey." Limoncello put on a show, pretending to be a nice, respectful cat. It's easier to catch flies with honey than Fox-dung, after all!

Being in the state he was now, half-starved, his senses weren't exactly as sharp as they should be, if he was fully fed and fully energized he likely would have been able to sense the loner the second he had killed the bird. But he didn't. All he was worried about was getting back to his 'home' and making quick work of the prey, not before sending a prayer of thanks to Starclan first, but another loner was the farthest thing from his mind at the moment. Just before he made his way into the 'bowl', he heard an almost sort of coughing sound, someone clearing their throat and immediately he dropped the bird and twisted around to face whoever it was, his fur bristling and his claws unsheathed, the faintest trace of fear in his eyes. But that fear vanished the moment he heard what the other tom had to say and was replaced with absolute anger. Normally Duskflight wasn't one to fight others or get angry quickly, but the state he was in now had changed him, he was quick to temper, quick to snap and some would even say unpredictable. "Look loner, I don't know who you are, but you better back off. This is my meal. I found it, I killed it, I did all the work and I'm not giving it up to you." spat out the tom, his claws glinting in the harsh sunlight overhead, and by the look in his eyes, it was clear he would stand by his words no matter how sweet this other cat put his reasoning for why he should have the grouse.

Originally Posted by Duskflight (Post 22336) Being in the state he was now, half-starved, his senses weren't exactly as sharp as they should be, if he was fully fed and fully energized he likely would have been able to sense the loner the second he had killed the bird. But he didn't. All he was worried about was getting back to his 'home' and making quick work of the prey, not before sending a prayer of thanks to Starclan first, but another loner was the farthest thing from his mind at the moment. Just before he made his way into the 'bowl', he heard an almost sort of coughing sound, someone clearing their throat and immediately he dropped the bird and twisted around to face whoever it was, his fur bristling and his claws unsheathed, the faintest trace of fear in his eyes. But that fear vanished the moment he heard what the other tom had to say and was replaced with absolute anger. Normally Duskflight wasn't one to fight others or get angry quickly, but the state he was in now had changed him, he was quick to temper, quick to snap and some would even say unpredictable. "Look loner, I don't know who you are, but you better back off. This is my meal. I found it, I killed it, I did all the work and I'm not giving it up to you." spat out the tom, his claws glinting in the harsh sunlight overhead, and by the look in his eyes, it was clear he would stand by his words no matter how sweet this other cat put his reasoning for why he should have the grouse.

Originally Posted by MaskedBandits (Post 22376) "Oh my - someone's getting quite upset." Limoncello slyly started pacing around Duskflight, his yellow fur gleaming in the sunlight. "Didn't your mother tell you it's impolite to yell at another?" He knew from the other loner's tone his sweet talk wasn't going to work. I need to try something else. What else could lure this Tom? Putting his paws carefully on the springy grass, Limoncello breathed in the grouse's scent. It was so close... "Well, you seem determined to eat that. How about I make a deal with you? You eat the Bird, but repay me with another one within two days time."

Curling his lips at the other tom, Duskflight stared Limoncello down, not budging an inch. His own dark grey, nearly black fur did not gleam, but rather it was sort of dirty after living out on the moorlands by himself for so long, not sharing tongues with other cats.. He hated it. But he couldn't go back. Though he should really wash himself more. "I'm not yelling, if you want me to yell, I'll yell all right." warned the tom with a lash of his tail, snarling lowly. He could see the golden tom pulling in the scent of the grouse and immediately he tensed up, ready to strike at any given moment. "I don't need to repay you, how about you walk your separate way and I won't claw your hide off?"

Originally Posted by Duskflight (Post 22560) Curling his lips at the other tom, Duskflight stared Limoncello down, not budging an inch. His own dark grey, nearly black fur did not gleam, but rather it was sort of dirty after living out on the moorlands by himself for so long, not sharing tongues with other cats.. He hated it. But he couldn't go back. Though he should really wash himself more. "I'm not yelling, if you want me to yell, I'll yell all right." warned the tom with a lash of his tail, snarling lowly. He could see the golden tom pulling in the scent of the grouse and immediately he tensed up, ready to strike at any given moment. "I don't need to repay you, how about you walk your separate way and I won't claw your hide off?"

Originally Posted by MaskedBandits (Post 22586) Limoncello raised his eyebrows. "No repayment? And - is that a threat? I think you should know, my good sir, I am an expert at fighting, and you wouldn't want to take me on." He stopped pacing, and stared into Duskflight's eyes. This Tom looks like he's been through some bad times. Does he really think he can fight me? He unsheathed his claws, their long, Sharp edges tearing the grass. "I think the better option would be to just get me a grouse; you can eat this one, not starve to death, and it'll only be one Bird. Its better than having your pelt in my claws, wouldn't you say?"

The tone in Limoncello's voice was incredibly irritating and it made him just want to rake his claws over the other's muzzle to shut him up. Who did this loner think he was, walking up and demanding that he outta give him the bird, or 'repay' him? If he was still in Windclan, fully fed and strong.. He would have taken this mouse-brained idiot down easily. But even though his anger, Duskflight was not stupid. He knew he wasn't very strong at the moment and that even though he was a former warrior, he could not take this other cat down at the time, not this with his lack of energy and nutrition. Snarling again, he glanced away, tail lashing back and forth. He could attempt to fight this cat to defend his food or 'repay' him within two days. Desperately he wanted to be able to fight this tom, teach him to shut his mouth but.. It couldn't happen. He wasn't going to be an idiot. Flattening his ears he simply picked up the grouse and turned around, padding over the small crest and down into his makeshift camp and flopping down. He'd catch another stupid grouse for the tom, but the second he was able to get his strength back and he could find out where Limoncello was.. Oh he'd certainly be lining his nest with that golden fur.

Originally Posted by Bram246 (Post 22381) (Can I join?)

I wouldn't mind, but it's up to MaskedBandits!

Originally Posted by Duskflight (Post 22607) The tone in Limoncello's voice was incredibly irritating and it made him just want to rake his claws over the other's muzzle to shut him up. Who did this loner think he was, walking up and demanding that he outta give him the bird, or 'repay' him? If he was still in Windclan, fully fed and strong.. He would have taken this mouse-brained idiot down easily. But even though his anger, Duskflight was not stupid. He knew he wasn't very strong at the moment and that even though he was a former warrior, he could not take this other cat down at the time, not this with his lack of energy and nutrition. Snarling again, he glanced away, tail lashing back and forth. He could attempt to fight this cat to defend his food or 'repay' him within two days. Desperately he wanted to be able to fight this tom, teach him to shut his mouth but.. It couldn't happen. He wasn't going to be an idiot. Flattening his ears he simply picked up the grouse and turned around, padding over the small crest and down into his makeshift camp and flopping down. He'd catch another stupid grouse for the tom, but the second he was able to get his strength back and he could find out where Limoncello was.. Oh he'd certainly be lining his nest with that golden fur.

Originally Posted by MaskedBandits (Post 22755) Limoncello nodded. "You have made the right choice. I'll be back on the evening of the second day, and I hope to see a nice, plump grouse waiting for me." He watched Duskflight begin to eat, and turned away proudly. I can find something to eat for two days. I'm going to need it, anyway; that cat will be ready to fight when I return. He reluctantly sheathed his claws. Limoncello soon left Duskflight's makeshift home, an evil grin spreading across his face. Oh, he doesn't know who he's dealing with. (You want to timeskip? That way Bram could join us, as well :spinning:)

At the other tom's words, Duskflight merely flashed the tom a glare before hungrily beginning to dig into his meal, eating as much of it as he could, licking the bones afterwards as well. He was going to be as well fed as possible and have as much energy as possible because he was not going to give this tom what he wanted because you know what? He didn't think he deserved to get what he wanted. And so over the next two days, the dark grey tom hunted and ate as much as he could and when that second day hit, he would stand at the crest of the small dip, he would stand tall over a rotted and nasty looking thing that appears to have, at one point in time, been a grouse, a smirk stuck on his muzzle. He would appear to be much more lively when Limoncello returned and wan't slouched down like he had been before, no, he was standing straight, his claws unsheathed and gleaming in the sun.

{I incorporated the time skip into my reply if that's good with you x3}

Originally Posted by Duskflight (Post 22776) At the other tom's words, Duskflight merely flashed the tom a glare before hungrily beginning to dig into his meal, eating as much of it as he could, licking the bones afterwards as well. He was going to be as well fed as possible and have as much energy as possible because he was not going to give this tom what he wanted because you know what? He didn't think he deserved to get what he wanted. And so over the next two days, the dark grey tom hunted and ate as much as he could and when that second day hit, he would stand at the crest of the small dip, he would stand tall over a rotted and nasty looking thing that appears to have, at one point in time, been a grouse, a smirk stuck on his muzzle. He would appear to be much more lively when Limoncello returned and wan't slouched down like he had been before, no, he was standing straight, his claws unsheathed and gleaming in the sun. {I incorporated the time skip into my reply if that's good with you x3}

Originally Posted by Bram246 (Post 22976) Staggering a bit the tortishell she cat hissed at herself. Jungle didn't mind being on the open moor but her paws were bleeding from some thorns she didn't see. She reminded herself to look where she was going next time. She scanned the moor with her deep blue eyes to see if she could spot any cats or prey.

Originally Posted by MaskedBandits (Post 25186) Suddenly Limoncello smelled blood. Has he already hurt himself? Oh, shame. How embarrassing! He slowed his pace and stopped behind a rock, looking onto the vast moor. He didn't know his way around very well, but knew Duskflight's camp was near. Instead of him, though, he saw a she cat staggering along, cut and bleeding all over. Well well we'll. What duo we have here? Seems like an easy target; of course, I risk losing to that tom. Limoncello stayed put, only watching and waiting for something to happen.

As he was waiting for the other tom cat to come back so he could give him what for, the sharp, metallic scent of blood hit his nostrils and immediately he figured that Limoncello was in trouble, smirking slightly and grunting out a quiet, "Serves him right.." But that's when he swiveled his ears and took another sniff at the air, not finding the other toms scent, but instead, a different cat's smell, and when he twisted his head around to look and see where the other was, he spotted a she-cat, making for his makeshift camp, drawn towards the boulder that was there. Flattening his ears, he was unsure if he should stay should the golden tom return, or go and see what the other loner was up to. Flicking his ears he decided on the latter, briskly padding towards Jungle. "Hey, excuse me! What are you doing here, might I ask?" Questioned the tom, not at all aggressive or offensive in his speech, his head lowered slightly as if to suggest he meant no harm towards her.

Originally Posted by Duskflight (Post 26269) As he was waiting for the other tom cat to come back so he could give him what for, the sharp, metallic scent of blood hit his nostrils and immediately he figured that Limoncello was in trouble, smirking slightly and grunting out a quiet, "Serves him right.." But that's when he swiveled his ears and took another sniff at the air, not finding the other toms scent, but instead, a different cat's smell, and when he twisted his head around to look and see where the other was, he spotted a she-cat, making for his makeshift camp, drawn towards the boulder that was there. Flattening his ears, he was unsure if he should stay should the golden tom return, or go and see what the other loner was up to. Flicking his ears he decided on the latter, briskly padding towards Jungle. "Hey, excuse me! What are you doing here, might I ask?" Questioned the tom, not at all aggressive or offensive in his speech, his head lowered slightly as if to suggest he meant no harm towards her.

Originally Posted by Duskflight (Post 26269) As he was waiting for the other tom cat to come back so he could give him what for, the sharp, metallic scent of blood hit his nostrils and immediately he figured that Limoncello was in trouble, smirking slightly and grunting out a quiet, "Serves him right.." But that's when he swiveled his ears and took another sniff at the air, not finding the other toms scent, but instead, a different cat's smell, and when he twisted his head around to look and see where the other was, he spotted a she-cat, making for his makeshift camp, drawn towards the boulder that was there. Flattening his ears, he was unsure if he should stay should the golden tom return, or go and see what the other loner was up to. Flicking his ears he decided on the latter, briskly padding towards Jungle. "Hey, excuse me! What are you doing here, might I ask?" Questioned the tom, not at all aggressive or offensive in his speech, his head lowered slightly as if to suggest he meant no harm towards her.

Originally Posted by Bram246 (Post 26331) Jungle stopped with blood still on her paws. She flatten her ears,"I was looking for cobweb. I step on some thorns while running in the moor.",she smiled shyly,"Pretty mouse brained of me to not notice thorns."

Originally Posted by Bram246 (Post 26331) Jungle stopped with blood still on her paws. She flatten her ears,"I was looking for cobweb. I step on some thorns while running in the moor.",she smiled shyly,"Pretty mouse brained of me to not notice thorns."

Flicking his ears cautiously, he looked at her paws and saw that they were bleeding. No wonder I smelled blood.Thought the tom before glancing away with a small sigh. He only had a small stash of cobwebs in his rock, for if he ever got injured, he knew it would help with bleeding but that's about all he knew about herbs, he wasn't a medicine cat and never had been. "Yes, that was.. Pretty silly of you." Looking back to her, he flicked her shoulder with a tail before turning around. "Follow me, I have some cobwebs you can use."
Despite sometimes being irritable when he was starving or stressed, Duskflight always cared for other cats in need, he had too big of a heart to turn cats in need away. Limoncello was a different story, he was strong enough to go and hunt for himself and did not need any sort of help, he was just greedy and lazy.
Glancing over his shoulder to make sure the stray she-cat followed, he would reach the large boulder that was in his camp, a small crack leading inside. "Wait out here." He would instruct her before padding through the crack, it was cramped in there, thus why he usually elected to sleep outside, but by his nest there was a wad of cobwebs. Gingerly picking them up with his mouth, he padded back out and sat down in front of her, tearing off a bit and quietly waiting for her to raise a paw so he could apply it.

Originally Posted by Duskflight (Post 28189) Flicking his ears cautiously, he looked at her paws and saw that they were bleeding. No wonder I smelled blood.Thought the tom before glancing away with a small sigh. He only had a small stash of cobwebs in his rock, for if he ever got injured, he knew it would help with bleeding but that's about all he knew about herbs, he wasn't a medicine cat and never had been. "Yes, that was.. Pretty silly of you." Looking back to her, he flicked her shoulder with a tail before turning around. "Follow me, I have some cobwebs you can use." Despite sometimes being irritable when he was starving or stressed, Duskflight always cared for other cats in need, he had too big of a heart to turn cats in need away. Limoncello was a different story, he was strong enough to go and hunt for himself and did not need any sort of help, he was just greedy and lazy. Glancing over his shoulder to make sure the stray she-cat followed, he would reach the large boulder that was in his camp, a small crack leading inside. "Wait out here." He would instruct her before padding through the crack, it was cramped in there, thus why he usually elected to sleep outside, but by his nest there was a wad of cobwebs. Gingerly picking them up with his mouth, he padded back out and sat down in front of her, tearing off a bit and quietly waiting for her to raise a paw so he could apply it.

Originally Posted by MaskedBandits (Post 29879) Limoncello watched all this through cold, narrowed eyes, growling softly. Rabbit-brain. Why would you waste your time on her?! He'd had enough. He walked down to where the others were, coat gleaming and chin raised. "I see you've resorted to taking in strays. Worried you couldn't beat me on your own?" He taunted, sitting down and drawing a paw over b is ear. "You look pretty beaten up, yourself," Lumoncello said to Jungle. "What happened here? You fight a kittypet and lose?"

Originally Posted by Bram246 (Post 29992) "I ran over some thorns in the moor.", Jungle said to the tom. She didn't turn around to look at him.

Originally Posted by MaskedBandits (Post 30001) "Well. I still believe my own version. How are there thorns on the moor, hmm?" Limoncello still sat, now drawing his tail over his paws. "But, my oh my, why would you take care of a feline like her? Are you saying you'd rather help her than me, a fellow Tom just looking for a nice meal?" He pretended to look hurt.

"Thank you." Mumbled the tom around the cobweb that was in his mouth, tearing off a bit of it to begin stretching it over her wounded paw pads of the paw she had raised up for him, the tip of his tail flicking back and forth as he concentrated on what he was doing, in fact, he had been concentrating so much that he hadn't even noticed the scent nor the approaching paw steps of Limoncello. But when he heard his voice, he immediately flattened his ears and began to snarl before forcing himself to relax. He needed to finish what he was doing for the she-cat first before conversating or fighting with the other tom. Waiting till Jungle rose the other paw, he would carefully place the cobweb on those paw pads as well before standing up and pushing into the crack of the boulder to store away what was left of the cobwebs he had. Shouldering his way back out of the boulder, he stormed right up to the golden tabby tom, his fur bristling with anger and his claws unsheathed, his face inches from the other toms. "She needed my help, you didn't, you're just a good for nothing, lazy piece of crowfood that can't even catch his own meal and wants a half starved rogue to do it for him. You look fed enough so why don't you go crawling back to your twoleg, kittypet." Spat the tom. He knew the other tom wasn't a kittypet, he was a loner, he could tell by the smell, but he wanted to take a stab at the other cats ego, since that's what it seemed he had most of.

Originally Posted by MaskedBandits (Post 46148) (Alright then; @Lost Illusion He's near WindClan's out border, just to give you an idea of the terrain. If you don't like it I can change it :)) Limoncello snarled. "Fine then, fleapelts. I'll just hunt my grouse somewhere else free of fox-hearts!" He whipped around, stalking away from the two cats. Mouse-hearts. Fleapelts. I'll show them, someday...! The moorland grass was springy beneath his paws, but it offered little comfort. The Sun had dipped below the horizon, and had released it's shadows upon the territory. Now where do I go? I'm hungry, I have no shelter, and there's no one but them for ages. What now?