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    Twist stared him down, green eyes hard as stones. She couched down and bristled, seeming twice her normal size. Twist unsheathed her claws and growled. She was scared inside, and yelling at herself for doing this, but she tried to hide in as she looked into the eye of who seemed to be the leader.

    Twist snarled. "Why are you here? At my home? Thats my question." She hissed back. Twist seemed to be just skin and bones, which she hated at the moment, but tried to stay strong. Out of the corners of her eyes, she was studying the other cats. Great. A random starving shecat carrying kits against a large group of cats that were well fed and healthy. She knew who would win, but Twist at least wanted to know who the heck these cats were.

    "We are looking for a new home ourselves. And I'm sure one cat doesn't need this much space. It's perfect for our clan." She explained in a growl. Those kits. When they are born, how will they survive. This she-cat obviously can not hunt in her condition.


    OOC: Yes. She has a major soft spot for kits.

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    Twistedleg
    He bounced on his three sets of toes. He wanted to tear his claws into the mangy she-cat's fur and he also wanted a special job from Nightstar. Deciding he should fight, he sprang into the air with a forceful push-off, ready to slice her belly, but another cat leaped on him and pinned him down.


    Hauntedspirit
    Seeing her brother readying his attack, she jumped forward and stopped him. Twistedleg hissed and a black paw quickly covered his mouth before he screamed out a string of choice words at her. She sighed, a turned her attention to the she-cat, who looked like a living skeleton.







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    Nightstar blinked at Twistedleg's actions. "Twisterleg, stand down. Thank you, Huantedspirit. Both of you come here." She motioned beside her, not wanting them in harms way so early in the 'game.' "I will let you know if and when to attack if needed."

    Twist growled, suddenly not as sure about this. So they will attack! Wait, is that what she wants? She slowly backed away. She can fight later, preferably when she has had a good meal for once, and she had somewhere to hide her kits where they cant find them. Twist suddenly whirled around and ran away, crashing through brambles without realizing.

    Twist growled. "Twist." She called over her shoulder, still running. She was already panting. Twist stopped at a hollow, big enough for 4 adult cats to squeeze into. Twist was breathing hard. She told her her name. Would that be enough? Twist thought she had lost thier leader, but she could still smell them.

    She hissed and slowly backed away, but her rump brushed the wall of the hollowed out tree. "Im carrying kits, not stupid. It was about 20 cats vs. 1. What am i supposed to do? Kill myself?" Twist growled.

    "We would not attack unless you did. And I never would have allowed one of my warriors to harm kits." She said, attempting to calm the she-cat.

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    Hauntedspirit
    She slowly let Twistedleg back to his paws. Hauntedspirit growled at him, "Don't attack!" but was to late when he was already running. She rolled her eyes and chased after him.


    Twistedleg
    Despite Nightstar's orders, he ran right after her, wanting to have a battle. Twistedleg just scented the two she-cat's trail, but before he could follow it, his limp leg caught in a bramble thicket. He yelped out in unbearable pain and as he squirmed around, his leg got tangled even more. Twistedleg face-planted in the dust, whimpering. His ears pricked as other clan cats approached nearby.







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    Twust growled. Ok, so attacking wasnt an option. The shecat was alone, but if Twist killed her, she would be wanted, dead or alive. That would make it only harder for her to raise her kits to be free. That was what she wanted. Twist was still trying to back up, but her back was to the wall. She wanted out of this tree! So they wouldnt harm her? Ha! Fat chance. Twist continued to growl, trying to think about her options.

    Lunashine padded up to Twistedleg and started pulling the brambles away from his limp leg. After she had gotten the last bramble unhooked, she blinked her eyes softly at him before padding away in the direction of the Clan. She sat down and curled her tail around her paws thinking,It's just a rogue. One measly rogue.

    Nightstar sighed, watching Twist. "You could easily leave, or if you wanted you could test clan life. Possibly join us." She suggested.