[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by Mystical

Luna found it hard to believe that the other cat was considering what she was saying. He had not even let his guard down when she had stated that she was way too small to hurt him. If he doubted her word than maybe he could just look at her. Luna was getting fed up, she was going to leave as soon as she figured out where the heck she was. What type of territory was she trespassing on? Who's? Probably a clans, but who cared! If he had told her she had forgotten, but could he had least tell her where she was? Introduce himself. Something other than a hostile pig? Unless that was exactly what he was. Maybe he didn't know how to be nice. "Look here," she started weaving around the nearest bush. "I didn't even know I was trespassing. Just escort me to the end of your territory, and if I had been doing it on purpose, it would because I've heard stories of what you call clans, and they seem interesting. You're a clan cat aren't you?" Luna was not going to give up on a peaceful conversation, whether the tom liked it or not he was intriguing her. She wanted to know more about him. He was the most interesting cat she had ever met. Even though she didn't know his name, she knew that she was going to find out what it was, because she was just going to come back if he didn't. Even if he did she was coming back. Not telling Luna things made her want to come back. She wasn't used to other cats, or clan cats, he was the first one she had met. Whether he liked it or not [probably not] she would always be at his clan's border. She wanted to learn about his clan, what he was like, what was hidden behind the way he guarded himself so well. Everyone had emotions, and the tom didn't show his, she wanted to find them.

Timberpaw lacked patience. His eyes rolled at the Molly, desperate for her to leave the premises. She was too curious for his taste. He didn’t appreciate when others were in his business. As he listened to her talk, he refrained himself from yelling at her to be quiet. All she did was ramble on and on, and Timberpaw felt himself losing too much of his cool being around her. “Obviously, genius.” He spat, sarcastically. Of course, he was a clan cat. Why wouldn’t he be? Why did she think he was defensive about protecting his home? Timberpaw eyed her suspiciously. “Exactly, why are you still here?” By his standards, he was being nice to her. He didn’t chase her out as quickly as he wanted to. He was giving the small Molly time to correct her mistake but she didn’t move along yet. Did that mean he have to chase her out? Because, boy, he could use the run. Timberpaw stretches his limbs, his eyes never leaving from his target. He was preparing himself for a game, if so she wanted to play. The grey apprentice knew she had no business prowling around these areas, so he would make sure she wouldn’t want to set paw here again. “I’m gonna give you to the count of three to find your way out of here,” he suddenly snarled, crouching low to the ground, flexing his claws into the dirt below them. “If I have to chase you out, it won’t be a pretty sight...Miss Luna.” He warns, his golden brown eyes flashing dangerously. He didn’t plan on hurting her, just scaring her so she know he meant business. He was still a learning apprentice anyway, so what harm could he do at the most?

Originally Posted by Empress Of Evil

Truthfully, Auroraflame was more mature than immature. The cats who didn't know her well mostly viewed her as a mature and even slightly cold she-cat. The deputy also acted older than she really was and she could be as grown up as she wanted if she tried. But truely, the ebony feline could be very immature and very fun too. It was the side of her that most cats saw if she didn't have to act professional. With the way that the tom acted, Auroraflame could help but let a flicker of amusement glint in her icy hues for a split second. That curt nod and the way he spoke gave her the impression that he was a serious cat and he meant business. The deputy wasn't sure whether to see this as a good thing or a bad thing. It was good in that it meant he was focused and could be mature if he needed to. But at the same time, the she-cat believed that apprentice's shouldn't have to be too serious. They were young cats and still exploring life, meaning that they actually act a little immature and learn from the mistakes that they made. At his next words, Auroraflame felt her lips curling down into a frown for a short moment, before she fixed it back to be a small smile again. She was a strong follower of the Warrior Code and would avoid breaking the rules whenever possible, and it was a good thing that he didn't doubt her loyalty, but his words weren't quite the truth. She strongly believed in StarClan and followed the Warrior Code, but Auroraflame knew that she would definitely break a rule if it was the difference between life or death. StarClan could punish her all they wanted if she displeased them, but the safety of her clan meant a lot to her.

"Do you now?" Auroraflame remarked, raising an eye at the comment. A moment ago he had been claiming that Hawkstorm was a good mentor, but now he was saying otherwise. "Grousestar assigned Hawkstorm to mentor you for a reason. If he didn't think he was advanced enough for you then he wouldn't have chosen him," Auroraflame said firmly. At his next statement, the deputy felt irritation poking at her. He was a new apprentice and yet he was already speaking about being more advanced than the other apprentices. Auroraflame viewed that as an arrogant thing to say and she had to stop her eyes from narrowing in discontent at the tom's lack of modesty. "Just remember that there are apprentices in the clan who have been training for longer than you have. Don't forget to respect them and appreciate any tips they might give you," Auroraflame said, keeping her voice calm despite the annoyance she felt.

Auroraflame could already tell that this apprentice was determined to be the best. She didn't know him very well, as this was their first meeting and yet the deputy could already determine a few things about him. For a moment, the she-cat considered telling Timberpaw to make sure he didn't become too confident. Overconfidence was not something that the clan needed. The thought was quickly pushed to the back of her mind as she decided she'd probably giving him enough warnings. For these few minutes anyway. "Of course. Confidence is something we all need," Auroraflame said. "But sometimes too much can be unfortunate," She muttered, making sure only she would be able to hear those words.

The goal was to be impressionable. To be liked. To be looked upon and not under. Maybe - possibly in the future to be followed. Timberpaw knew he was far better than his own father. Where his father lacked loyalty, it's all where Timberpaw came from. He kept his head held high, tail curled inwardly and a stoic gaze on the ebony deputy. Was she questioning him? He was about to speak, but quickly shut his maw to allow her to continue. Timberpaw did appreciate his mentor, and he thought Grousestar’s choice was...well, not excellent, but it was okay. By his standards. “I'm very appreciative that Grousestar gave me a reliable mentor. Though personally I just feel that if you are too advanced...wouldn't you need more of a challenge?” This was a general question. Not anything directed towards himself even as he thought pretty highly of who he was. Very intelligent, very hardworking, and never fails to impress. The thing about Timberpaw was that he loved a challenge. He wanted to be pushed to his limits. Frankly...he felt Hawkstorm wasn't doing that for him. Maybe it was because he knew he could have something better. Something more...grand.

Now, he sounded selfish, but Timberpaw knew what he wanted in life, and he wouldn’t allow anyone to hinder such. “Oh, I know.” He dismissed her comment with a flick of his tail. Respect? It wasn’t easy when it came to this Tom. Timberpaw respected few within his clan. The automatic respect belonged to Grousestar and Auroraflame. As for others? He couldn’t care. “I only respect those who gives respect back. Give it in order to receive it.” His eyes were closed. He said this confidently, the mane decorating around his neck, rustling slightly. Timberpaw didn’t rely on age to determine respect. In his view, he gave each cat tolerable respect. A small amount until they were able to impress him, and unlock his full respect. Tips, from others? Timberpaw could had laughed. What made them so experienced that he wasn’t? Just because he was younger than them? Timberpaw worked very hard in his training. He felt he didn’t need any social tips from them. They were useless. However, he did respect Auroraflame considerably, so he gave a firm nod of his head. His orange eyes flashed open, smiling cockily at the inky she cat.

In the distance, a certain older tom was doing a little hunting of his own. The thrill of the chase was a lot more pleasant than the actual catch. A magpie hung from his maw, and he proudly began to trot back to the clearing. As he shook his smoothed pelt, his blue eyes traveled around the place. After this, it was nothing wrong with going for a small run, perhaps. His paws were already drained of energy, but since he liked to push himself to that exhilarating feeling of fatigued, he didn’t allow such to bother him. It was then that he caught two figures he knew all too well. The apprenticebthat was like his nephew, and the deputy who he considered a complicated friend. Curious as he was, Umbraice changed his course, deciding to stroll towards them. They were facing each other, and he wanted to know what was going on. When he appeared next to Timberpaw, affectionately brushing his tail against him, he gave Auroraflame a questioning glance. “Everything alright here?”