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Originally Posted by Empress Of Evil
As hard as the she-cat tried to keep her hostile expression on, a look of bewilderment replaced her snarl as the tom started speaking in a different language. At first, she thought that he was just speaking really quickly because he had been surprised. But as she replayed the moment in her head, she listened closely and realised that he wasn't speaking quickly, but actually speaking a whole other language. She stared at him, dumbfounded and unsure of what to think or do. She didn't know what the tom had said in that other language and he might've insulted her for all she knew. If he had indeed insulted her, she would then have every right to attack him. But unfortunately, she wasn't sure if he actually had so she couldn't really attack him without giving him the chance to give her a good explanation. Although at the same time, he had already stepped onto ThunderClan's territory without permission and so she could just attack him anyway. The she-cat shook her head. There were too many possible options and she was just confusing herself more and more with every moment that she thought about her next move.
By now, the apprentice's fur had smoothed down and her face wore an expression of puzzlement.
"Excuse me?" She asked. A wave of worry started creeping closer towards her as she desperately tried to translate his words. What if he'd just told her something that could save his life and she attacked him anyway? Relief overcame the worry though and flooded over her as he spoke four words that she actually understood. I come in peace. At that, Featherpaw immediately became suspicious and looked around. Had he brought an attack patrol? She parted her jaws and tasted the air. There was no unfamiliar scent except for the one that belonged to the tom. She would've been in big trouble if he had brought a whole group of cats with him. She was just a mere apprentice. She wouldn't be able to hold off more than one cat. Although with her lack of training, even one cat might be too much for her along.
As the stranger stared at her, Featherpaw couldn't help but stare back. She didn't let her gaze waver and did her best not to flinch. Each time that the tom spoke a word in his language, the she-cat wanted to cringe away. The words were unfamiliar and sounded wrong to her. With his next words, the she-cat was happy to hear that they were words that she understood. After some thought, she came to the conclusion that the tom wasn't from around here. Even the outsiders that lurked in the areas near ThunderClan knew about the clan cats. This tom seemed to have no clue about it. "ThunderClan is one of the fou—five clans of the forest," Featherpaw replied, having to quickly correct herself midway through her sentence. She was just so used to saying 'four clans' that even though she knew well of SkyClan's existence, she wasn't very good at remembering to say 'five clans'. A hint of impatience could be sensed in her words and her paws kneaded the ground. She was hoping that she wouldn't have to explain everything about the clans to the tom. That would just take too much time and she wanted to deal with him as soon as possible. This was her first encounter with an intruding outsider and she was eager to take action as soon as possible.
"Now, answer the question. What are you doing here?" Featherpaw asked, raising her hackles again as a sign of warning for what might happen if he didn't answer again. The tom seemed like a polite cat and he didn't look like a threat, if anything, he just looked as confused as she felt. Still, she had to interrogate him and get his side of the story before she could decide what to do. |
Sabbia’s ears perked when he heard the she cat began to speak. They were words that his father spoken, so this was how he must communicate with her. However, as Sabbia explored the lush greenery of the landscape, he didn’t like the feeling of blades of grass on the bottom of his paw pads. They didn’t sink in like they done when he relaxed on the sand. To say the least, Sabbia was new to most things in this area. He never ventured this far from home.
“Excuse you, what, Signorina? Must you make dirt?” Sabbia didn’t know she was confused by him. He just thought she was holding something in and wanted to go pass him to let it out. He would had gladly stepped out of her way of she needed it. Or, maybe she didn’t catch what he told her? Whenever he was nervous or startled, he’d let out a bunch of jumbled words from his mother’s language. However, Sabbia was pretty clueless, so he thought far from the fact that she must had been confused by his sudden change of language and tone.
As much as Sabbia hated the feeling of dirt and grass, he found himself looking around the area. It was very pretty here. If one thing Sabbia loves, it was the scenery. The forest wasn’t compared to the perfect bright view of his beach, but it was still all around pretty. When he looked up, he saw large trees looming over him, their leaves swaying gently. The sunlight that poured through the cracks of the branches left him awestruck. He almost forgot that this demonic Molly (in his opinion) looked like she was ready to tear him to pieces for intruding. His ears had flicked, directing towards her as she spoke hastily about the clans. It was a vague response, not much Sabbbia could learn about it. Thunder-Clan could had been a cat for all he knew. On the beach, no one owned that territory. It was just Sabbia and his family; his mother, his father, and brother. Two languages that were never crossed so the brothers delved into learning both. His brother preferred talking in their mother’s native language where Sabbia altered between the two. It was odd knowing his parents never understood each other, but they found love somehow. Now, Sabbia was alone and that was his beach. And...it wasn’t even his.
“This - this - this - what was it that you called this place?” Sabbia questioned.
“Is that a...cat? Could you bring me to this...Thunder-whatchamacallit?” Maybe this Thunder-Clan knew navigation well and could direct him back to the beach. It was really odd in his opinion to meet a cat named such. But, Sabbia didn’t judged. He stared at the ragdoll with a twitch of his whiskers. His sandy fur ruffled, appearing like ruffles around him as he eyed her curiously.
He was taken aback by her hostility, and Sabbia had lifted a paw like he was ready to bolt another way, but he didn’t know the forest. Besides, for all he knew, she might be a lot faster than him. So, Sabbia tried his best to remain calm. Sabbia wasn’t a rude cat if he didn’t have a grudge against them. For this she cat to be so...territorial, made him ponder if he was doing the smart thing by challenging her. He kept a cool manner, so he wasn’t really challenging her. He stated he wasn’t a threat, so why was she so bothered?
“Signorina...I don’t even know what I’m doing here, so how can I tell you something that I don’t know myself?” The tom stressed out, shaking his head vigorously.
Ay! Sto facendo la mia testa... “Please, step down. If you can’t help me, tell me to turn away.” Sabbia had been here since dawn. Since he watched the sun coming up from behind that magnificent ocean. He couldn’t recall why he suddenly found this greenery so interesting. The dirt felt icky. The grass felt too uncomfortable. He stepped a bit closer to the she cat, a cautious step. He flicked his ears back.
“I’d appreciate all the help I can get. I’ll even owe you one.” Sabbia promised. He wanted to get back home, any help to get back to his sandy ocean, but little did he know that this place would end up a big significant part in his life.