HECK YOU]] o, trespasser

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[justify]It was surely one of those days where the sun was draining all thought from her mind. The summer tended to get so hot around here, and the sphynx's body was so fragile to the weather, that she couldn't resist diving into the water. On one hand, she hated swimming, it freezed her up and sometimes the pebbles making up the riverbed would scratch her sensitive skin, and it wasn't a pretty sight or feeling for the warrior. However, the only way to truly beat the heat was for her to lap about within the water, for sale of her own health. She couldn't help her Clan if she wasn't in her best shape, after all!

Cicadashell at first only spotted her Clanmate, Jager, and narrowed her golden eyes, confused as she assumed the Head Riverguard had been speaking to her. Fresh air? She let out an amused huff of air, but suddenly caught scent of a particular being. The Skulls. The warrior hadn't been within the modern day Clans enough to catch the news of what was going on with the rogue-ish group, she only ever remembered their discrimination of females. Instantly her smile slackened, and she stood within a shallow part of the river. "Perhaps he's on a border patrol ..." The warrior noted to Jager, but mostly to herself. He appeared suspicious enough—but had he crossed the border yet? It was problematic enough for him to stand directly on the scent markers.

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neither mortal or demon, i don't belong anywhere
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INUYASHA
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"Should we really care about this thing?" The large hybrid stated as he landed heavily onto the ground from a tree that he had been perched in. He was one of the larger creatures that were currently in Riverclan at the moment. He had smelled something strange, not just another villages scent, but instead something else that seemed to entice him toward the border. Inuyasha knew practically nothing when it came to politics either. He was born several hundred years ago when there were just villages every couple miles, and each village was ran by the head of the village most of the time. Usually it was whoever was in a royal family, depending on how large the village was. He was born during a time of great war between different countries in feudal Japan, which meant that death was everywhere he went. The sounds of snarls and ripping flesh was a common norm at that time, and it never really bothered him to think that war was still a thing that went on from time to time. He never seemed to flinch at something that was disgusting to others either. He had seen quite a lot during his long time, and his life was still only starting. He would have looked much older if it hadn't been for the fact that he had been sealed to a tree for a couple hundred years. Being half-demon meant that he aged quite a bit slower than what most mortals aged in the end. Inuyasha constantly looked down at mortals being weak, as he had yet to see a mortal actually hold its own. He had seen plenty of death in Windclan, as they had been dropping like flies, but also getting captured to. It was hilarious that these mortals couldn't protect themselves again one simple opponent. The half-demon would attack to kill, and he would never go easy on anyone no matter the age even. He probably wasn't the best to disguss with politics, as he was the kind of guy that would just jump straight ahead into battle without a second thought. He occasionally came up with a plan when it came to attacking something, but that was quite rare even for him. He wasn't only strange when someone was looking at his soul, but he was also strange on the outside. He was a mixed breed between a large white dragon and a white german shepherd. Although, he wasn't really entirely white, as his fur was more of a silver color in fact. Due to the large dragon genes that he had inside of him, the hybrid was just a little bit smaller than that of a full grown lion, and he wasn't even really done growing.

He doubted that he would get any taller though, but his muscle mass would likely continue to grow. The only part of his body that really showed that he was part dragon was his feet, which were the feet of a dragon, and the scales that went up to his ankle, and with his back leg the scales went up his leg. His skin was also thicker than regular skin, as it was the skin of what a dragon would have too, so it made it hard to pierce his skin with simple scales. At the same time, he wore a crimson hued kimono that was made from several layers of dragon skin and scales, making it stronger than regular leather armor. It also couldn't be caught on fire as well. Another piece of his arsenal was the katana that was strapped to its side. It was completely useless in the un-awakened state, but once he was able to awaken the demonic blade, it would grow into a massive sword. However, that only worked occasionally as he still wasn't sure how to really work it. Inuyasha was still fairly new to the clans, let alone Riverclan as he had just transferred from Windclan. He was noticing more and more canines, which was a plus as he didn't exactly like cats all that much. The large male stayed a decent distance away, but he already didn't like the asshole that was in front of him. He smelled different from a mortal, but he didn't know why. The half-demon didn't believe in Gods, as he had never seen one before, but he knew that there were some beings that had different scents to them in the first place. The black nose on the tip of his muzzle would twitch occasionally as he inhaled the others scent. He wouldn't remember the others name, but he wouldn't forget the others scent. "Is anyone against driving this thing into the dirt?" Inuyasha wasn't even acknowledging that it was something. his first line of defense was to be incredibly violent. He didn't care that the other was also a german shepherd. That was the last thing on his mind. He was bored, and wanted to get some action going. A smirk spread across his jaws as he flexed his white dragon claws into the earth beneath him. This place was a whole lot more interesting than Windclan that was for sure. The creature in front of him was an idiot if it thought it was capable of taking all of them on without losing its life. The thing wasn't a mortal as far as he could tell. Therefore it was fair game to kill.

[Feel free to be able to tell that Inu is a half-demon if you wish to put that into your post ^.^]
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Athena wasn't sure if she should be worried or amused by the presence of their former enemy. They hadn't bothered the pro-clan for almost a year, and she assumed they were no longer a worthy opponent due to the group's size. They were a rare sight for many reasons, however, and it was still surprising to see the gutsy Skulls member taunting them. "Obviously we enjoy our name and land, since both have been passed down from generation to generation. If you're trying to intimidate us, it's not going to work. The Skulls is dead to RiverClan, and we no longer recognize you as an enemy since you're too pathetic to be on our list of concerns." Athena growled, deciding that she would treat the stranger with an equal amount of contempt. She wasn't the type of leader to keep a constant smile on her face, and she tended to be aggressive toward those who pissed her off, despite their allegiance or status. The gruff voice of Inuyasha drummed in the background, and for a moment, wondered if she should let the Skulls member off with a simple verbal warning. Frightfur had said in a private meeting that the best way to send a message to someone was through actions, not words, but did the Warrior Code agree with that logic? "If he doesn't leave in the next minute, you can do whatever to him. I could care less." That was all she had to say about this situation. There wasn't anything else that Athena could think of that would be worth her time. Turning away from the scene, the canine would make her way back into the territory, trusting that Inuyasha could handle the punk.