WONDERLAND//p, rottweiler

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    Don't mess with me

    I'm a big boy now and I'm very scary — tags

    WIDOW


    It seemed that casual walks around WindClan's territory were becoming more and more common for the young warrior. Ever since he had met Tigerflame's lookalike, Grizzlyfang, several days ago, more and more memories had entered the brown tabby's mind. No matter how much he walked, no matter how much pain he put his legs througb after wandering about the territory aimlessly for hours on end, occasionally stopping to catch the odd rabbit or too, he couldn't silence his thoughts.


    Cosmospring preferred being with others than being alone. Other cats could drown out his thoughts, at least for a little while, and besides, some cats were actually fun. Cosmospring had had friends back in DarkClan, but he had stupidly left them all behind following his father's exile all those moons ago. He didn't have a close relationship with anyone in WindClan - they were all there and he put up with them, and he liked to believe that they put up with him, too.


    He was a young cat, lively, with a desire to be sociable, to find friends and to spend time with them. But that hadn't been going well for him so far. Perhaps the other WindClanners had picked up on his bad attitude, or on the thoughts which constantly plagued his fragile mind. Cosmospring wondered whether his siblings were having as much trouble in their own respective Clans. They had scattered following Tigerflame's exile, and Cosmospring had heard very little from them since. He wondered if they were happy just getting on with their lives. He wondered if he was the only cat still living in the past.


    The slender tom let out a sigh, looking around to see if there were any nearby patrols he could tag on to. It would do him good to socialise. But instead, he saw the shape of a lone cat in the distance. They didn't look familiar, though perhaps the cat was too far away to tell. Cosmospring couldn't even work out whether the cat had crossed over the border or not, not that it really concerned him either way provided that the feline didn't intend on causing trouble. And so the young male watched a little curiously, his eyes, one blue and one green, fixed on the shape, wondering if they would come any closer, or whether he should approach them.


    "you're gonna go far kid."

    rottweiler was rolling in the grass. not unlike a dog does on early newleaf days, he felt the scratch of baby grass against the scabs of healing wounds. it felt fantastic, the gentle itch that wouldn't reopen the scratches along his back, going as far to nuzzle the healing ear. you would think after his own run-in with grizzlyfang that some amount of caution would be applied, but rottie seemed quite content in his play. grunting as the sharp pangs in his rib cage refused to cease.

    grizzlyfang - much like anything scary in his life - was treated as a distant memory. trying to wipe it from his mental database in order to feel any sense of peace in this newfound freedom. even after having his pelt handed to him by the massive tom, he held a grin. some sense of satisfaction with his escape. even if it were gifted to him out of mercy and not earned by way of valiant battle.

    so far, rottweiler's review of other cats was negative. 2 out of 5 stars, poor service and attitude. at this point he was beginning to think the error lay deep within his genetic code and not theirs. if this many people wanted to beat him up, maybe he was deserving. the thoughts disturbed the canine like cat to no extent.

    he had escaped from his trailer in hopes of a better life under the blue skies of the wild. so far the only place he found cats dwelling was aggressive and lined with towering oaks. rottweiler hated trees. something about the way they loomed over him, threatening to crush him like the maine coon.

    "wait uhm-" his eye had caught a shape in the distance, stopping his sweeping motions in the dirt. a thick neck craned up from the ground, making easy eye contact with a thin tabby in the distance. crap. "please tell me i'm not trespassing again.." it was hissed under his breath, only loud enough to catch his own attention.

    "HEY! i uh, i come in peace!" rottweiler chewed nervously at the sore on his bottom lip that kept reopening in anxiety. the cat opposite to him seemed curious, not angry, but after his last encounter it was only for the sake of his own injuries not being reopened yet again.

       

    Don't mess with me

    I'm a big boy now and I'm very scary — tags

    He came in peace. Well, that was all good then. Perhaps Cosmospring would have doubted the unfamiliar tom, but as he approached, he noticed him chewing his lip, most likely out of nervousness. It seemed that this guy wasn't a threat - at least, Cosmospring hoped so.


    Now that he was a lot closer, the young mackerel tabby could get a much better look at the stranger. A dark brown tom, with ginger highlights and copper eyes. He noticed several scabs on the tom's body, suggesting that he had quite recently been in a fight. "So..." the tone of his voice sounded way too casual, though Cosmospring was still on guard, his eyes fixed on the dark furred cat in case he tried anything. "Who roughed you up?" he flicked his tail towards the healing wounds on the unfamiliar cat's body. "Or did you win?" It would be cool if this tom won - Cosmospring looked up to cats who fought well. He wanted to be a great fighter too, but unfortunately, the light brown tabby was painful average.


    "you're gonna go far kid."

    as the other approached, anxieties melted away. it seemed today was bound to be luckier for rottweiler. the tom before him seemed thinner, less built, gentle legs extending to join rottie on his personal rolling patch. despite his injuries, rottweiler convinced himself that this was a fight he would win. for a solid second he just watched with caution. eyes widening for a moment as the other questioned his wounds. the sore parts of his body with mangled bits of scar tissue and still open flesh.

    "well i'm still kicking, which i consider an absolute win." rottie chuckled, a rasping laugh that worsened the growing chest pains "but you know how it goes baby, no one really wins. ya should see the other guy."

    perhaps rottweiler would never admit true defeat, perhaps he wished to take advantage of a friendly face. it was a quick realization that he hadn't yet stood to greet the other. a tailless form slowly stumbled to his full size. muscles rippled under his dark coat but it was clear from the smirk that no ill-intentions settled within aching bones. copper eyes glittered just as much as the dangling collar.

    "rottweiler, you?" he gestured to himself with a paw, extended claw hooking on the end of his chain. snapping away with a satisfying tinkle. it was much easier to be charming when the other person wasn't trying to kill you.

       

    Don't mess with me

    I'm a big boy now and I'm very scary — tags

    Cosmospring got the impression that this guy was trying to dance around the fact that he had lost the fight. He understood that - Cosmospring would have been embarrassed too, but that didn't mean that he was going to save this cat the embarrassment. "So, you lost." The mackerel tabby observed. Maybe he was wrong, but that was certainly the impression he had gotten thanks to the dark cat's rather cryptic response.


    He seemed... friendly? He probably was. If the stranger had lost the fight, he likely hadn't started it, though of course, maybe this cat was completely foolish and had started a fight that he couldn't win. What did Cosmospring know? Either way, the tom, Rottweiler, as he introduced himself, didn't seem much of a threat. He spoke in a casual manner, and the smirk upon his face provided Cosmospring with at least some level of security.


    The slender male's attention was drawn to the chain collar around the older cat's neck as one of Rottweiler's claws hooked at the end of the chain. Cosmospring knew that generally, it was BloodClanners and kittypets who wore collars, but he wasn't sure whether Rottweiler fit into either of the two categories. He was unlikely to be a BloodClanner, as they lived far away and he hardly believed that one of them would pop up near WindClan, still recovering from a fight, just to have a casual chat with a random WindClanner wandering about their territory. Besides, he didn't carry BloodClan scent. A kittypet seemed more likely, though Cosmospring knew that the only way he could really find out was through asking. He certainly didn't smell like a Clan cat though.


    The tinkle of the chain rang in Cosmospring's ears for a few moments. It sounded quite satisfying. For a very brief moment, he could feel a slight pang of envy in his stomach. The collar sounded cool - and he sort of wanted to wear one similar. But collars were generally kittypet stuff, and Cosmospring didn't want to resemble a kittypet in any way. He didn't want to appear weak. And yes, BloodClanners wore collars too, but that was an even more touchy topic. Cosmospring had a slight soft spot for BloodClan considering that from what he knew, one of his brothers lived there. Though honestly, it had been a terribly long time since he had seen Wrathion, and as much as he hated to think about it, anything could have happened to his brother by now.


    He then focused on answering Rottweiler's question, hoping that the brown and ginger feline hadn't noticed his odd gaze lingering on the collar for an unusually long amount of time. "Cosmospring," he then added after a few moments of hesitation, "I'm a WindClan warrior." He didn't know if Rottweiler even knew what a Clan was, but if for whatever reason he was interested enough, he could ask. Besides, maybe Rottweiler might get the hint and give a little more information about himself.


    "you're gonna go far kid."