[oats]

There it was: the tom was merely a Windclan warrior passing through. Of course- why had Klaus not thought of that possibility before?
Mentally slamming a paw into his own face, the slim black tom flattened his pelt and gave the stranger a still-weary, but curious look. "Alright then, Olivepelt. And by the by, I know where my camp is. I don't bother the Clans, they don't pester me. For the most part."
Klaus knew what warriors were like- or at least, he hoped that. Honesty and wariness was probably going to win this battle. "What brings you here, anyways?"