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Icescreech yawned and slowly blinked her eyes to adjust to the sunlight. A young tom was entering the den, he looked wary about what he saw before him. "Hello there," she said, trying to be as friendly as possible, "My name is Icescreech! What's yours?"

"Slash." The black tom lumbered toward the warrior. "I'm guessing you want to kill me too." The loner was tired. "Get me out of here, and I won't kill either of you..u...uuu...." Slash lumbered. He had been running from everyone. Slash wasn't in a killing mood, but his only hope out of this situation was by bluffing. He was tired enough to faint, but he had to escape. "Just tell me where to go, and I won't... won't..." Slash collapsed, fainting, and he had no hope. "I'll... I..." Then Slash blacked out completely.

Lunarshade padded into the warriors den and paused as he realized that he had just stumbled into a random situation. "Umm.....hi guys....bad timing?" he asked, his eyes straying over to the uninvited loner.

Lunarshade turned his gaze toward the she-cat and smiled "my name is Lunarshade.And I'm not real familiar with those cats either..."

Lunarshade licked her back "I don't know...but that loner shouldn't be here." he hissed.

Fawntail padded into the warriors den, her face mingling with happiness and curiosity. "Hey, what's going on in here?" the fawn she-cat asked vaguely before picking a paw up to clean her face. "A loner, you say?" Fawntail hissed silently and looked around the den. Finally she spotted an unfamiliar cat "Ah, I see," she began. "And what's your business here, may I ask?.

Slash got hold of his senses. He saw cats, very strange cats, looking down on him. He was surrounded, and if he didn't explain himself, a bigger threat would arrive. He glared at Fawntail.
"Mine? Survival, of course. I believe you have the same incentive. I'm sorry for this." Without thinking, he slashed Fawntail. He turned to apprehend the rest of the warriors. His blood ran through his veins like wildfire. The unconciousness had been good for him.
"Now, are you going to make a fuss, or are you going to let me go quietly. Here's a hint- the correct answer is let me go quietly."
Slash knew he couldn't take Silverpaw, Icescreech, Lunarshade, Lilyblossom, and possibly Fawntail. It hadn't been a very good blow, as he had still been dizzy, but he could definitely cause quite a disturbance. He stepped backwards, toward the door.
"Your warrior friend will be fine," He hissed. "But I question all of you if you don't stay back."

<blockquote>Fawntail was confused at the loner's behavior. Had she said something offensive. "Good, then get on with it..." she murmured, not at all defensively, and stared awkwardly at Slash. She wasn't only confused at his behavior, she was also confused as to why he was in the RiverClan Warriors den in the first place. Wouldn't someone have noticed him walking in? The black tom obviously had no idea where he was, or even about clans. But if he did, he wasn't at all making a good impression for them to let him go freely.</blockquote>

OOC -- lol. I'll post later, once Slash has given an okay, because I don't want to gang up on him without permission :/

OOC: You have permission to attack, just don't kill him, please.

IC: Slash bounded forward in a mindless rage. He didn't know who these cats were, but if they were going to be a threat, he was going to take care of it. He had no desire to kill, just a desire to return to his home in southern ThunderClan territory.
"Why can't you cats just Leave- Me- Alone?!" With every word he clawed a different cat. He suddenly had a remorseful thought. These cats were just like ThunderClan... Were there other Clans? He had no idea of what lay beyond ThunderClan boundries, and he was confused and hungry, the only thing he had eaten last was a small ThunderClan squirrel. They had chased him out, he had left an unmistakeable scent trail here. What if the cats from the medicine cat's den came? Or the cats from the river? What if ThunderClan had the nerve to follow him all the way here? He would surely die. Yet he fought on, hoping, praying, that he could understand what's going on. They're furious, he realized. This has to end as soon as possible. He didn't care that he was hopelessly outnumbered, but still he endured every blow from the warriors.

<blockquote>Fawntail hadn't wanted a fight to begin with, she just wanted to know why he was in their camp. Was he delusional? Possibly. But he just kept clawing at them. If he wanted them to leave him alone and let him go without being pestered, he should have thought before he fought. "What is wrong with you, you flea bag?!" the sandy she-cat hissed furiously. "We would have let you go before, but maybe you should gave thought before deciding to claw at us!" Standing up, hackles raised. Maybe this cat wasn't really all that bad after all, but he really had no right.</blockquote>

[size=1]<blockquote>"Honestly," Fawntail began, rolling her eyes, "no one knows. I asked him kindly, and he just about clawed my eyes out, both physically and mentally!". She wasn't really angry before, but now she knew that there was something welling up inside her about to burst at the black loner tom-cat.</blockquote>[/size]