[Zero]

Originally Posted by Lilly

For a moment, fear radiated from ears to tail tip as South's eyes focused on the Clan cat that stood before them. After a few moments, her muscles relaxed just a smidge. All her life she had heard whispers of these majestic Clan cats, and had spent countless hours wondering over them. And now... the one standing before her was right around her size! Despite the tense situation, a scoff left her lips and she rolled her eyes. "You're a Clan cat?" she inquired, leaning her head forward as if she couldn't believe her ears. Amusement lit up her gaze and she shook her head. "I don't believe that for a second. You're the same size I am!"

The ThunderClan warrior focused on West as he spoke, clearly reading his anxious yet cautious advances. She could tell that he meant no harm, and her ears detected a hint of truthfulness to his words. Littledragon opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by South offering her own two cents. At the comment about her size, the dark she-cat's hackles rose further, and her eyes narrowed into slits which shot over to South. "I'm sorry, I must not have heard you correctly. I'm the same size as who?" she snarled, advancing slowly on the she-cat, claws already unsheathed and tail lashing. A fierce growl left her lips, causing South to jump back just a bit, ears flat against her head and the mocking look vanishing from her face. Casting one last glare to South, Littledragon looked back at West, relaxing a bit and matching his posture. "You said you're looking for your brother? Which Clan was he a member of? I don't recognize your scent, and by your companions remarks," she paused, casting an annoyed sideways glance towards South before continuing through clenched teeth, "I don't assume you're from one of the surrounding Clans either." A thought popped into Littledragon's mind and she blinked, a shocked expression dawning on her. "Are you two Syndicate members?"

West resisited the urge to snap at South for being so rude, instead just flicking her warningly with his tail. He sent her a hard look before returning his gaze to the warrior cat. Deep breathes. You deal with scary cats all the time, this shouldn't bug you. The tom let out a breath as he listened to her speak, trying to stay somewhat friendly looking and sounding. However, a bit of the fear was beginning to trickle away, and he was beginning to feel a bit of the thrill he gets from taking risks. "What's the syn-" He was about to ask, but cut himself off. "Wait, nevermind. No, we're not. We're just lonors... rogues, whatever you guys call cats without a clan." The pure white tom took a long breath once again, closing his eyes and trying to picture what his brother would look like. "Our brother would be our age, he's our littermate. A brownish-gray color, and I think he's a tabby, his eyes were blue before, but they were changing into a yellowish amber color, so they must be that color now," He tried to describe it as best as he could. "We were so young when he was lost, so we forgot until our mother recently told us about him. We think he might have ended up in one of the clans, but we don't know which one." The tom left out the abduction part of their reason for coming, knowing she would take offense to that. He opened his eyes and met her gaze again, his eyes hardening in a bit of confidence.