[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by Lonestar23

"Yes! That's absolutely right." She nodded positively, and then cocked her head to the side with a mischievous expression. "But, is that just the slightest bit of disappointment I hear in your voice? I had no idea you got attached that easily." Shaking her head once more, trying to rid it of the throbbing, her hues narrowed angrily as he continued. "It worked once. So technically you just lied to me," Whisper shrugged and sat up, flicking her ears backwards. The throbbing was beginning to become duller. Thank goodness for that, because it wasn't very easy for her to deal with those things. So irritating sometimes. As a lone female, life could be extremely hard for her sometimes.
　
And the tom's annoying manner wasn't helping her much. If anything it was making her headache worse. Though there wasn't too much she could do about that. Sighing, Whisper put her head on her paws and cocked her head to the side slightly.At his next statement she wanted to laugh. Though instead of laughing, she just smiled the slightest bit. The she cat wanted to tell him what she was thinking, but instead she shrugged. Maybe in a moment. Waiting until he was done with his statement, her hues sparkled with a friendly shine that almost looked as though she were going to say something nice.
　
Key word being almost. "Well, as glad as I am that you were impressed by my 'fire,' I feel since you have so kindly warned me it would be nice for me to give you a warning back." A moment later her expression became frustrated and she sighed. "Look. Loner females, living on our own, tend to get more aggressive over time. Not less. So if you insist on trying to chase me, in your territory or not, then I will have to insist on protecting myself. And I doubt you're going to like what will happen." It sounded like a threat. But Whisper wasn't trying to threaten the tom... well, technically she was. But at the same time she wanted to make sure he understood the full potential of what she was able to do.
　
She could hurt him. And she wanted him to understand this. "It's not supposed to scare you, by the way. I'm just warning you on the potential danger of threatening a female who lives alone like myself." She growled. Whisper was frustrated now, wondering if he really understood the full ability of what she could do. Obviously not. He wasn't the smartest tom she had ever met and she sincerely doubted that he would ever fully understand her capabilites. That was too bad. At least he wouldn't get himself hurt through this if he were careful. But from what she had seen? He wasn't.
　
Being completely honest, she wasn't even a hundred percent sure that she would get out of this alive. The tom seemed more like the type to get rid of his enemies as soon as possible. And, while first impressions were important, Whisper had left one of the worst that she could imagine. Why was she so bad at this? Perhaps it was her just wonderful way of making friends wherever she went. Another throbbing, sharp pain struck through her head and made her feel awful. It made her almost sick enough to throw up, but the feline stopped just in time. Thankfully. She'd done it before-- simply out of pain-- but she didn't want to in front of this tom. His words stung just the slightest bit.
　
He didn't even know her! So why was he judging her in this manner? Oh, that was offensive. "Aww, you're so sweet. Letting me win? But, I regret to inform you you're wrong-- this sort of hostile treatment is bound to keep me away from here." Her muzzle wrinkled in disgust and anger. Oh, she hated this tom already! Why didn't she so much as know his name? Then again, to even it out, he didn't know hers either. It was the smallest bit of condolence but at least it was some little bit. Some that made Whisper smile to herself as her tail twitched back and forth in an amused manner.
　
"Do you really?" She asked, mock interest in her voice. Really, she couldn't care less whether their territory had 'enough to worry about.' And who were these invisible other cats that she still hadn't seen? Her hues narrowed and her expression became more dangerous. Honestly, she was frustrated. Frustrated with the tom and frustrated with herself, really. For letting herself be caught. If she hadn't taken that nap, then he would be crying pathetically to his little friends about how some she cat had led him on and then escaped him. That was something Whisper would have really liked to see. But, thanks to someone, she wasn't going to be seeing it at all. Such a disappointment.
　
What she still couldn't figure out was how that bird had let Riskwatcher to her. Had it just chirped too much, too loudly? If that was the case she would take pleasure in extinguishing it's life. Or had he scented her and blamed it on the bird? The second made a lot more sense, but the white feline wasn't quite sure whether it was true. He'd acted so strangely earlier, like he was trying to smell her and couldn't, and it had made Whisper feel very weird. She'd almost bitten him. But thankfully she'd kept that thought out of her mind, otherwise she might be in a lot more trouble then she was now.
　
The trees provided an excellent shady covering for the feline to sit back and relax as she glanced up at the sky once more. Through the scattered light coming through she could see the brilliant shades of blue dashed only by fluffy whiteness that was similar to her own coloring. Whisper was not one to be much of a cloud-watcher, but she didn't want to see the triumphant expression on the tom's face. He was so annoying. She didn't know what he was doing here and wasn't really that surprised he didn't have a family-- if this was how he treated intruders, then he would never meet anyone! Though... he'd said something strange earlier that had only puzzled her more, something about family, and she couldn't remember it.
　
Something was definitely off about this place. Whisper could feel it in the air, in the ground all around her. What it was, she didn't know. The one thing that she did know? There was no, absolutely no way that she was going to stay here longer then she needed to. "So, mystery cat-- I think you owe me an introduction here." Her expression flashed almost mischievously and her fangs showed in an appreciative smile. Like she was trying to get him to listen to her through smiling at him. Like that would ever work... and yet, Whisper was still hopeful. She'd managed to trick him earlier. There was a chance she could do it again.

(thought I already posted this but guess I was wrong XD @Noire)

"Disappointment?" The tom threw his head back incredulously as if she had knocked him out of the life he had left. What a funny thing for her to say! "On the contrary, it's a relief." He adds on, his eyes half-lidded. Her company had been a nuisance to him, and he was quite annoyed with her even if he just met her. Though she wasn't alone. Riskwatcher was annoyed with any cat that got in his way. That easily startled him because he couldn't detect their scent quickly. It was a good thing that his ears were working well, then he wouldn't know what he would do without them. "I don't get attached, sorry. However, I will happily cheer of your departing from here...somewhere you don't belong." He says, sternly. Yet, he still could not figure out why she allowed herself to be comfortable here. Thunderclan was a pretty clan. Their home was gorgeous. He was positive that she wasn't the only loner on the outskirts, hoping to get a way in. Riskwatcher was quite tired of driving them away. Especially if they were to be as persistent as this lovingly kitty in front of him.

"Technically I told the truth," he mocked her, suppressing a growl in his throat. "Why would I allow it to happen a second time? Do you think I'm that senile? I'm old but I'm not that old, kitty!" He fumed. What was he even doing arguing with her? Her words meant little to him, and he couldn't care less of what she thought of him.

His ear flicked at her next set of words. "it's probably the only compliment you're going to get from me." He huffed, and turned away, looking into the distance. The way where she would leave out, and hopefully he would never see her again. However, if she didn't cooperate, then what would happen? Riskwatcher hate to fight she cats. He liked bigger challenges, he liked to fight makes because they were either his size or larger, and how he loved a challenge. Sure, this she cat had given him a run, and he would had never dared to hit her. Even if he did hit her on her head. But he didn't think it was that hard. Or, it could had been, based on his anger that she caused. Making herself comfortable in the territory, tricking him, sleeping in the territory as if it had been her home. No. Just no. Riskwatcher could only handle so much, but when it came to his clan? He would handle little of it. Then, he listened to her next statement, tilting his head for a moment. Well, he didn't know what to say to that. She had to be right, considering she was a lone female herself. Hadn't all loners tend to be aggressive from a harsh life of...being alone? Riskwatcher didn't know, and he didn't wish to imagine it. "That's understandable. Though it would be nice to display some respect. Maybe I would then show some humility." He tells her. Then he settled himself down. In case any thunderclanners came around and seen him chatting with this unwanted company instead of doing his job as a warrior and chasing her off.

Riskwatcher was finished with havoc. With destruction. With torture. All he simply wanted to do was hunt. And, he couldn't even do that. Hunters needed to scent. All he would probably be good for is retiring and telling stories to the pesky kits. The tom shook his head to rid his own problems. He had other things to worry about, like the kitty in front of him. He began to get up, looking around. As he started pacing, his tail twitched with annoyance. The fact that she felt like she needed to take her time, and waste his.

Then again, the tom couldn't help but wonder about her. He knew that she was a loner, and that she tended to become aggressive from living on her own. Riskwatcher also knew that living in a clan had its benefits. Never had he need to battle a fight alone. Never had he experienced such a lonely state when he had many other cats that looked out for one another. He could tell that the she cat wasn't used to it. At least in his opinion.

And, for a moment he would had felt bad for her, but that feeling easily slide. Riskwatcher never felt bad for anyone. No matter what the circumstance was.

As he watched her, watching as she waited for that pain in her head in order for her to leave. Riskwatcher didn't think that he hit her that hard. Did he? The Tim never registered how large his paws were, or how heavy he would stomp them around.

"Just a small warning," he started roughly, "Just because you've been a loner, and experienced pain to the extent that it leaked you aggressive, doesn't mean I don't have a right to protect what's mine. I live in a clan. Where we are family and fight for each other. You best believe that we will kill anyone that proves to be a threat. And, you are definitely no exception." He says, turns away, and turns back. Was he finished with her?

Now, if he left, she would probably be sneaky and turn heel to come back. Riskwatcher dubbed her as that type of she cat.

His ears had flicked at remembering her earlier words. Since he were hostile towards her, then it would keep her away, wouldn't it? In a way, he was protecting her. She could had met a more merciless cat that didn't care of her whereabouts. There were many cats in Thunderclan that acted as such. Even if they looked like nice face to socialize with. Again, Riskwatcher felt that she should had been more grateful towards him, instead of depreciating his company.

In the tom's opinion, he felt that they were too old to be playing kit games. Couldn't she just act mature when wanting something? He would had asked her kindly to leave, but she had ruined his mood. And in turn, he felt that he gained a neutral enemy.

He was not very concerned about her threat. In fact, the tom simply snorted, brushing it off like it was nothing. Because, in a way, it was. Who was Riskwatcher to be scared of some puny she cat? Especially one that looked defenseless, having no others to protect and call upon if he did choose to attack her. So, he simply waved his tail, his way of acting indifferent. Because he did not care. "Do what you must, being a loner female and all. But just know, I never back down without a fight." His voice was calm, and he stopped pacing around. He gave a look of complete innocence towards the she cat, staring at her slyly as he stated so. Wasn't she just a challenge? A mixture of a growl and laughter rumbled into the dark tabby's throat.

Did she just ask him for an introduction? Riskwatcher shook his head. What was with the change of demeanor? One moment she was threatening him, and the next she was interested in knowing his name? Riskwatcher rolled his eyes, huffing. And, though a small part of him wanted to know her name, Riskwatcher scolded himself. He should not care about knowing this she cat's name. But, on the other hand, it would be useful to call her out if he seen her roaming the territory once more.

Being a proud patriot, Riskwatcher fluffed out his fur, giving his chest fur a couple licks. "Sorry, I don't negotiate with...the likes of you." He tells her, his voice deep, but rasped. "Why would I tell you my name? Why does it matter? You want it, you tell me yours now." He stomped a paw to the ground, narrowing his eyes as he looked at her.

It might have only been a name. And maybe a way for them to get on good paws, but Riskwatcher always had a way to ruin things with his attitude.

{The suspense is over, eh? XD sorry it took so long, I'm posting on mobile for a while sooooooooo bear with meeeeeee good twin!! }