An all black tom with a slimming build swims on the borderline. He has no clan scent, but has the sleek fur of a River Clan cat. He opens his eyes, they are a pale blue. He steps out of the water, droplets splashing onto the ground. His long tail flicks on your territory.
ᴄᴀᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʀᴅᴇʀ-ᴏᴘᴇɴ
- RiverDreamer
- Closed
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"Who are you?" A small gray and white tabby she-cat with dark gray eyes blinked at the new comer. "And what are you doing on our territory?!" She huffed fur bristling with fury. She noticed he had no clan scent but looked of a Riverclanner
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"Me?" The black tom took a step back. His pelt bristled.
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"Yes you!" She pointed with her fluffy tail. She flattened her ears. The newly appointed warrior sniffed in annoyance
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"Hmpf. Who made dirt in your fresh kill this morning. I'm Ravenfeather." He said, sticking his tail up in pride.
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"Well as in the warrior code..I must not allow trespassers!" She huffed her eyes blazing with emotions. "Anyway my name is Hollycinder." She dusted her fur.
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"I can't say I'm pleased to meet you, but aren't you going to attack me, take me as prisoner, or perhaps return me back to my clan?" Ravenfeather said calmly, his tail tip twitching
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"I could take you back to your clan but I am not sure what clan you are by your scent. I'm not going to attack you without reason and then capture you as a prisoner. That is wrong." She lazyly twitched her ear before shaking her fur.
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"Hmf." Ravenfeather said, his tail twitching. "I thought my scent was obvious. I'm a Wind Clan cat."
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Fleetfrozen glared at the Windclan cat. "So, what's your business here? Asking for help in a battle or just hunting on enemy territory?" The white slim she-cat asked. She flicked her ear and sat down staring at the trespasser. If he was asking for help in battle he's outta luck, the Mass-Attack has struck and we can't possibly help anyone else. It's pandemonium! "So, tell me."
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"Windclan?" She bounced up. "How do you sleep at ight? Isn't It cold? "The she-cat asked not paying attention that he was on her territory more interested about how he lived in such terrible living places.
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Mistheart padded towards them. "Who is this?" she asked.