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Originally Posted by Zero to Hero
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.
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South glanced sideways at her brother, a quick warning snarl aimed at him. She knew she was out of line challenging the Clan cat like that, but she was also stubborn and put up with really nothing from any member of her family. She'd told her littermates and parents for that matter, before they had all split up, that she could hold her own, that she didn't need twenty-four/seven protection. But she said nothing and glanced back towards the warrior before them, deciding that from now on she would at least let West do the talking; she would most likely just start an unnecessary fight.
Littledragon blinked, tilting her head curiously as West described her brother to her. Of course, there were a handful of tabbies in ThunderClan, matching the description that the tom before her had provided. A few moments of silence passed as the she-cat racked her brain. "Well, I mean there are a handful of toms like that in the Clan. There's (insert warrior here), (insert warrior here), Northpath, our medicine cat's apprentice... But he's with StarClan now," she trailed off, grief momentarily tugging at her heart as she spoke of ThunderClan's deceased apprentice. She hadn't known the tom too well, but had been an older apprentice when he had first joined ThunderClan, so she had watched him grow up under Zerosight's care, and had most likely had a scratch here or there treated by him. She sighed and looked back up at West. "But that's just in ThunderClan. There are three - now four, I guess - other Clans out there, so by just telling me a description doesn't really narrow down who it was..." she stated bluntly, her expression offering no apologies for her bluntness. Littledragon was a straightforward cat and would tell it how it was, regardless of the situation.