[pomegranate]

Originally Posted by 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."

Squirrel narrowed his eyes at the newcomer.
How dare he just gawk at me, like I’ve done something wrong! Squirrel set down his rabbit before responding.
While his voice was flat and didn’t seem threatening, Squirrel could see how the cat was standing, body a bit taut like he was about to strike but also didn’t want to. At least this tom wasn’t being rude... yet.
“Hurm, never heard of Thunderclan before. Is this Mr. or Ms. Thunderclan very territorial? How come you get to go on their territory but not me?” He asked with a puzzled expression, cocking his head sideways to stare like an innocent kit at the tomcat standing in front of him.
“Aw, do I have to leave?” He said questioningly. “How come that Ms. Passionstar gets to interrogate me when it’s Thunderclan’s territory?” He asked again. “Can I bring my rabbit? I did catch it after all. I don’t see why not.” He meowed, flicking his majestic tail towards the limp scrap of prey on the forest floor.
Squirrel looked around. Ms. Passionstar sure had a nice place. It had lots of moss and sunshine, but had the shade of ancient oaks and plentiful prey. Maybe Ms. Passionstar and Mr. Thunderclan were mates, so they shared this territory.
“Wait,” Squirrel said. “I’m Super Squirrel: The Magnificent! I’m sure you’ve heard of me.” He said, waggling his eye brows with a twinkle in his green eyes.
“I mean, even superheros have to eat! I didn’t catch this rabbit for nothing, after all.” He meowed after realizing that the tom didn’t recognize him or the world-famous name of Super Squirrel.
He didn’t even know his full title!
Super Squirrel: The Magnificent!