[Spikes]

|| @Silver Fishie ||

Just like any other day, the grey and brown tom was sauntering through his territory, searching for prey for his clan. There'd been a lack of cats in need, recently, so he'd always taken the opportunity to help out in other ways. The hunt was slow, today, but the long-furred tabby didn't mind... It just gave him more time to think. Half of his mind was focused on the clans' social climate as of late, the other was aware that this was a hunting mission. Soon enough, he'd spotted what he needed... A rabbit. What luck! It'd be a large haul to bring back for his clanmates, and they'd surely appreciate it after the tense gathering. Mistburr dropped into a crouch, quickly stalking towards the large ball of fluff. Rabbits weren't the easiest catch, but they sure made for a hearty meal.

Just as he prepared to strike, a flurry of stark-red fur flashed by, in hot pursuit of the alerted rabbit. Startled, Mistburr had to take a break to understand what was going on. Who was... I've never seen that cat before! He sprinted after the intruder, noticing he lacked the territory's scent. This cat really was an outsider, though the battle-scarred tom wasn't quite sure what he was supposed to do. He thought the rabbit had escaped, though as he finally caught up to the stranger, he'd already clamped the prey between his jaws. A good catch, and an unexpected one. As the stranger turned his head to look at him, the tabby tom went silent.

"...You're on ThunderClan territory," he meowed diplomatically, not wanting to start a fight. He didn't like having to unsheathe his claws at the best of times, but with tension stagnating in the air, he didn't want to add fuel to the clan's fire. The bulky tom glanced towards the dead rabbit, pelt prickling in the slightest. That could've gone to his clanmates... But it was alright. It wasn't leaf-bare, and prey had been moving along well. "You'd better move along, unless you want to answer to Passionstar."