[wren]

Originally Posted by The Eye Of The Storm

Gold continued digging his claws into its legs as he talked; "You know I don't fully know you. That's why I said 'Might'. You appear like an intelligent cat; but I don't know your true nature. That's why I said 'might'. Why are you overlooking that?" The Tom looked back to the Badger, it's balance was off now due to their efforts; Gold tore harder at his hind legs: causing it roar in agony. He lept away as it toppled over. The satisfying product of their efforts. The Tom smiled, as he turned back to Ajax. "Despite you hating me and me feeling neutral towards you; we make a solid fighting duo. And before you say 'I don't hate you, I just see you as weak coward who can't protect himself'. Please, allow me to remind you that is a reason why you hate. Period." The Japanese bobtail took in the scent of his surroundings, he padded up to the place he buried the mouse and gave it to Ajax. "A token of thanks." He mewed and dipped his head down slightly. "I would of been probably dead without you."

@Wolf

"Then why waste breath speaking of 'Might' when you are unsure, besides just by arguing can you really know if a cat is smart or not. I'm feeling confident that helping you may have been the most stupid choice I ever made" he answers stepping back. Watching as gold gave a smile, a simplist of triumphs for him. An average ocurance for himself. Defeating enemies large or small skilled or less skilled. These triumphs grew meaningless over the years. For the hunter he seemed oblivious to feeling of victory. The chances gold had of success or actually acomplishing something with his life was endless, maybe if Ajax took him on. To turn him like himself. Perhaps. Just perhaps. He looked over towards gold as he spoke again. "Certainly. I don't hate you. Like saying might I may not know if I dispiese you yet" meows the Tom sitting down and licking his blood stained claws and yawned. The badger nicked his shoulder ran his long claws down his tail and also slammed into his side. Taking the breath straight out of him. Fortunetly it wasn't that bad, he would survive without seeing a medic. Then watched as he set the offering down by his paws. He looked down at the mouse then back at the Tom, "Appreciated. Besides I would have to push those gruesome images out of my mind" he meows with a small snicker, giving way to his sarcastic reply. The Tom was certainly no mouse brain. He seems to get along well on his own. He had good sense of morals and position. Can be a tad mouthy. I can get rid of that.