[Dirtfur]

Originally Posted by Undertaker

@Dirtfur
Midnightstalker continued to glare dagger at Quince, ignore Dirtbag, until the sneaky little nobody was out of her sight. One problem at a time, that's how she liked to handled things. After she was certain the worm wasn't going to be a bother at that very moment she swung her head around and rested her glare on the filthy tom. Oh for Starclan's sake! What in the world did a cat as successful as Lionstar see in this mousebrain! He was worried about being interrupted when he was standing on territory that he didn't belong on. "Do you have brain damage? You do know that you are trespassing right?" Midnightstalker spoke slowly while exaggerating her words in hopes this tom could make sense of what she was telling him. "I have other things to do that don't involve you. So I'm going to cut to the chase, Dirtbag, you can follow that deadbeat scum who just left or you can give a very good reason why you are on Windclan's territory." As she spoke her paws were subtly shifting along the ground, muscles tensing in her back legs as she gazed at the exile like prey. "If you don't leave or I don't find your reason worth any attention I'm going to attack you." The ink pelted warrrior was tired of talking and Quince had riled her up. If Dirtbag didn't start talking or walking he was going to have some new scars to go along with all that filth. She was dead serious, her kit liked to talk things out whereas Midnightstalker preferred to use action and violence. Simple and quicker method.

Dirtfur flinched away from the molly's words, but mostly from the insulted name. His name is Dirtfu-... Dirt, just Dirt. He backed away, thinking up a reason to join. He can only think of one that was shared to his ex-clan. Would he really give this away just so he can join back to clan-life?

This is breaking the Warrior Code!
I am not part of the clan, we are breaking nothing.
Clan-life Clan-life ClAn-LiFe!!
I will keep this code to my heart.
The code means nothing to us right now.
cLaN-lIfE ClAN-LifE cLAn-lIFe!
Think of our clanmates!
I have no clanmates!
CLAN-LIFE CLAN-LIFE CLAN-LIFE!!!!

Each side of the brain of the dirt-tom argued till one wins the wordy wars. His head seared and ringing came into his ears. Finally, he came to a decision, the second voice had won, but his first -the heart- is kept inside, locked, begging to make this stopped. His third -his guts- joined the side of the mind.
"I-I," he shook his head, the searing and ringing had vanished. "I will share my dirty tactics with your clan."