I'm not your baby | open

✧ — But was anything ever that simple, that easy? Her eyes narrowed as she watched a tom, one that she did not know of cross the border instead of waiting. Any respectful tact had been thrown out of the window when he decided that he should cross her border like that. Bloodclan did not stand for trespassers and her eyes glowed dangerously from the depths of that entrapping darkness. Slowly the hybrid feline would rise up to her paws and begin to stalk him. Her head held down low as she breathed in his scent, much unlike that of Bloodclan's. Something that was easy to follow and she made her way forth with ease, slipping along the shadows that lingered along the streets that she had called home for many moons. Her figure slipped along the side of a wall, crackling brick and mortor to the ground before suddenly she was moving faster, her paws pressing with harder thuds against the ground. Her body lunged, launching herself to aim to dig those claws into the side of his body and knock him harshly to the ground. "Who are you to trespass onto Bloodclan's territory? Speak quickly before I rip that tongue from your skull." Her voice was calm, though eyes narrowed maliciously upon her target.

♛ Asher didn't understand why some felines thought it was a smart idea to just walk over the territory line like they owned the place. Even those not a part of a clan knew of BloodClan, or at least was aware that there was a group of very territorial cats inhabiting the area. Sooner or later, one of the trespassers was going to get jumped and hurt by a BloodClanner. Or it already seemed to be happening, as Creature lunged out at the trespassing tom cat with a spat out threat on her lips. "Better tell her what she wants to know," he hummed, strolling up to stand behind Creature. If things got bad, he was ready to jump in on the action. For now, though, he would wait and see what happened.

Good grief, their clanmates really were a violent bunch. River didn't oppose violence, exactly, but they preferred that it happen far away from them. They'd likely cry bitter tears if Creature ever forced them to harm another cat; it was a line they didn't think they could cross. Some cats deserved to die, but River hadn't signed up to be an executioner. Eying the red tabby suspiciously, they came to stand a few feet away, unwilling to fully approach the stranger but equally unwilling to raise Creature or Asher's ire. Drama seemed to be unfolding like a film before them, and they were helpless to turn away.

Like River, Ryland can't help but to grimace in response to his clanmates' behavior. They're always so... So unnecessarily brutal, unnecessarily forceful. It's weirder still to see the brutality when he had seen a more pleasant side of Creature behind closed doors just recently, when he and the leader had spoken one-on-one. Seeing her now, calmly threatening a tom who had trespassed onto their territory (following a straight up attack on him to subdue him), reminds Ryland that he still has reason to be scared of her, despite that chat. So, sauntering up next to River to brush lightly against their side in greeting, he keeps his distance, though unlike the Savannah cat, he can't help but to talk. He's a loudmouth, of course—always throwing in his two cents, even when it's not needed. "Welcome to Bloodclan, enjoy your stay," he chirps jokingly from the sidelines, seating himself with hunched shoulders and a tired, unimpressed lift of one brow. "I see you've met our welcoming committee."