JUST A LITTLE BIT OF ENERGY [open + bloodclan shenanigans]

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[size=8]* The leader had been out, relaxing under the twoleg bridge in the shade. Finally, he could rest in peace, free of anything but the gentle curdling of the river and the occasional ribbit of the frog, sitting idly atop a large pebble. Firm compacted dirt cooled his side and a friable breeze cooled the other. An fresh earthy scent filled his lungs on every inhale, and left on every exhale. It was times like this that kept him going. Kept him determined to protect his land and it's habitants.

A sharp scent cut through the others on his next inhale. Rather, multiple scents. At first, it was metallic and thick, suffocatingly so. His eyes opened upon a red-tinted river before him, ruby red streaks pushed further and further by the pervasive current, like hundreds of crimson servants traveling towards prey. He lifted his head to get a better look before sweeping himself onto his paws and heading downstream to find the source. Another scent hit him. Oily, and dirty. Bloodclan. anger surged through his veins and he sped his pace.

He followed the river and the scent clouding around him, almost visually so. He stopped behind a swath of reeds, his movements serpentine as he stalked silently forwards to get a look on the childish intruders. What had they entertained themselves with this time? Dumping mice into the river? Were they making a risible attempt to feed the fish? His effulgent silver oculars observed the two, juvenile in their actions. Had Bloodclan become so incompetent that they have resulted in quiescent acts of stupidity?

He snaked through the reeds, trenchant silver eyes perniciously scrutinizing the two. "Such petulance," his blank tone seethed with venom upon leaving his maw, "Has Bloodclan reduced themselves to nothing but idiots, too gutless to really fight?" He stalked forwards, long legs moving with dexterity below him. "You know this will have no long-term affects whatsoever, so give it up. The river will be clear of blood by next sun-high."

[center][fancypost=background-color:transparent; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt]The old man padded up, tail flicking idly as he came to sit beside Smokestar, a respectful nod to his superior. "Should we thank them? The fish will be well-fed."

[center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border: 0px solid white; width: 455px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 122%; margin-top: -2px;]The smell of blood had brought the small kitten toward the scene, brilliantly colored audits pulled forward out of apprehension. They smelled much like what that other guy smelled like and they were dumping nasty rotting bodies into the river. As Smokestar said there was no point in what they were doing as it would be swiftly removed by the continuously moving water. Perhaps they just hadn't learned such things and he smiled brightly as he bounded forward, head craned slightly to the right so that he could observe them better. "Smokestar is righ'. The water keeps moving you know and it'll push it on down th' stream. Fishy will also eat th' meat too. But hi I'm Sock!" He spoke with his naturally oblivious happy tone as he eyed the female, moving forward to press lightly against Smokestar's body gently.

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[size=8]* Smokestar's vicarious silver eyes narrowed in mere annoyance. He was letting himself off more calmly than he truly was, behind the mask of his cold, sharp face. His tail flicked immeasurably beside him and his chin tipped slightly upwards as he looked down upon the two. Her retort was simply filler. She was just here to annoy them, too scared to fight, clearly. If she were smart she'd run. He listened on to the conversation that would happen next. Bloodclan had lost their touch. No more real threats, just stupid little pranks to make themselves look bigger than they really were. In reality, they were a bunch of self-righteous kittypets, too stubborn and too full of themselves to commit to anything.

He listened on, growing tired of their idiocy. He wasn't going to tolerate this. They were clearly too blind to realize how much danger they'd put themselves in. Even if they ran now, they'd catch up, tackle, and teach Bloodclan that Riverclan weren't so childish.

"Are you done attempting to be smart? You're not, so stop trying," He hissed, standing up and a black snake lashing viciously behind him, "If you had a morsel of brain left in that head of yours, you'd get out of here." Now, those threats were not empty. He wanted nothing more than to tear these two to shreds. It would be so easy, too. (An offer almost too tempting to resist.)

[center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border: 0px solid white; width: 455px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 122%; margin-top: -2px;] Oh, she seemed nice enough and she even said his name was interesting. It made him want to keep his name more and more but he knew that to be a true Riverclanner that he had to let go of his loner life and give up his name. He'd do it for his clan of course and since his dad was here he wanted to prove to him that he could do this. Even as small as he was he could. Slowly the apprentice sat down and he wiggled his haunches a bit before he tilted his head and looked at what remained of the contaminated water as it rushed downstream. "Yeah, I guess it's purdy enough. Ah, but you should go. Smokestah already asked and you shouldn't want to get hurt." Worry laced the tom's voice and he hoped that the she-cat wasn't mouse brained enough to stick around.

Ah. These again. It was quite the pain to see so many BloodClanners trying to cause a ruckus everyday, and each fay they made an appearance, things just got a whole lot interesting. Vegetation crumpled beneath the massive paws of the tyrant as he forced his way through a undergrowth that lead out towards the river, attention directed towards the blood that wafted back along the currents. A brow arched with curiosity as he padded over, eyes slowly drifting back to Smokestar. A lazy smile managed to grow among the features of the tabby tom and slowly he leaned down to whisper in his ear, barely enough for anybody to hear but him and Owldapple himself. "Now, Smokestar, giving them this kind of attention is exactly what they came here for, we can rid the corpse, and bury it, and the blood will go away eventually," he whispered, "and a fight is exactly what they want, are we seriously going to waste our energy to fight two cats who are barely worth our time?"

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[size=8]* The leader's eyes moved to the young tom beside him. His words were dismissive of the two Bloodclanner's actions. Thank Starclan he spoke too quietly for the intruders to hear. His right ear flicked in annoyance. He had every reason to chase them off. They were trespassing, that's what they do. They trespass and they get away with it. He looked to Owldapple. Gears turned silently behind the leaders cold face.
"They do this because they assume we won't do anything about it, like we've done in the past," he answered vacantly, "They know they can get away with it unscathed. And they always do because we do exactly what you're suggesting."His silver gaze bore into them, livid.

The tom's tufted ears lashed slightly in the leader's direction and his eyes diminished ever so slightly in the direction of the cats ahead of them. "I never said you should ask them to leave," he stated, and the corners of his lips seemed to lift a bit more, "and it wouldn't be teaching them a lesson, and they will eventually return regardless of what we do," he added and lifted his head. "You are right though about them assuming we won't do anything about it, but I don't think fighting will be too good of an idea to go on with this, and asking them won't do so as well, but maybe another idea?"

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[size=8]* ^{The leader looked ahead without emotion. He hadn't let anything out the entire time, save the flick of his tail. He wasn't angry, just annoyed. And disappointed, frankly. Taoba let off that she had a good brain at first but as the conversation progressed he was beginning to think otherwise. What he'd said wasn't an insult. Simply the truth, and what he'd concluded. Furthermore, she failed to think of anything witty to reply and instead attempted to define the word 'insult' by her standards. At least he got an answer, which was a 'yes'. She was infact trying to be smart. Smoke wasn't. Just always sounded like a smartass on principle.}

Luckily for her, the two apparently could not make up their minds. Were they here to punish Riverclan? Or to get attention? Would they leave by themselves, or not? Perhaps he'd never know, with them being all indesicive like this. Somehow Taoba was able to hear the two converse, despite their exchange being below a whisper. He thought nothing of it, considering all the crazy and unnatural things felines have pulled in the past.
He let out a sigh of defeat. They were never going to grow up, were they? They would remain kits until their inevitable deaths. They did offer to leave, though. How generous.
Upon the changing of their minds to suddenly leave kindly, and the world working against him he'd made up his mind. "Not an insult." he added, his voice void of anything. He didn't mind changing plans. Besides, Owldapple had a point, but so did Smokestar. Both options were terribly useless, but only one was a waste of time. "...anyways I have officially grown bored of this conversation and the tides are very clearly working against me so," he looked towards the two, "I'm leaving. At least I know in the long run Bloodclan is worse off, with mouse brains like you wasting your time on ineffective pranks like this instead of providing for your own little group of kittypets. Makes me wonder how Bloodclan is still hanging on. Cya."
He looked to Dawnguard and Owldapple before getting up and leaving.