[duckie]

Originally Posted by wren

"Be glad you didn't wander onto shadowclan territory. They'd have your head in an instant" The tom snorted in annoyance bending his neck to lick a few tufts of wayward fur on his chest back into place. "You know, you walking over these borders will get you killed one day. Coldsong or.. Brindlejaw.. Or Boulderclaw would hunt you down and skin you in an instant. You need to stop visiting and expecting to meet me every time" part of it was true.. this tom would end up walking over the border and getting his tail shredded. However, it was also something to scare him off... It was always unlucky how he just happened to walk into the territory the moment Rook showed up.

"Mm. Another reason not to be visiting. We're fine.. Got mauled by the mutts. They are gone now.. I think."

Rook
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He pursed his lips for a moment, not knowing what to say, and glanced around at the surrounding moors. Clanners had such odd names - and he hadn't heard of any of those cats. Coldsong. Brindlejaw. Boulderclaw. Very odd, indeed.

"I don't expect to meet you." he huffed indignantly, puffing up his chest at the accusation. Okay, maybe he did. Just a little bit. But Coyotesnarl didn't need to know that, "I just wanted to see if you- Your clan was okay. Maybe... see if I could be of service to you at all?" That was a bit of stretch, and he shrunk back after offering the proposition. Truthfully, he wanted to learn more - maybe get a peek at what was so appealing about clan life. He didn't want to join, of course, that was too stuffy for him.