``they can be true, they can be false ;; switchy, jigshou, open

[ ooc. ] fail title. |D [ /ooc. ]

Long tail waving behind him, the red tabby slowly made his way through the thick and lush forest of HawkClan. Blue eyes flashing around with his head lifted high, the tom picked up for any scent. His name? His name was Bool True the First, or Bool. Bool was born to his father Bool True, and his mother Bool False. But the only difference, is that the red tabby didn't want to live as a loner. So instead he chose the life of a HawkClanner. Letting a purr rip from his throat, the red tabby continued on through the forest.

Well..Im lost. Isnt this fantastic. The grey tom thought. Seems every place he visited, theres always a nest of bees with it. Bool, or Original as some of his friends nicknamed, never really liked many of the places he visited, but maybe this place would be more..inviting.

Bool True the First wasn't expecting the sound of another cat's voice, as his red tabby pelt fluffled out with wide blue eyes. Turning a blinking face toward Bool(Switchy) the tom smiled and with a purr answered; "HawkClan." Wait a minute. Twitching his whiskers, the red tabby growled; "Your not from here are you?"

Bool looked downwards from his vantage point on a rock. Cats? Here? Well ill be tied up by a snake..Theres a cats here. He thought, amused.

"Truebool?" Bool meowed aloud. "But my names Bool. And I know its true cause my owner named me Bool." The grey tabby shook his pelt.

Bool True blinked in suprise at the cat's names, his blue eyes going wide. With a small cough, the red tabby meowed; "Like... dude. My name is Bool True." This was some creepy shiz.

"Wait..if your Truebool...and your Boll True..What the hell is going on?" The grey tom meowed, bewildered ad his blue eyes go wide with shock.

"Ha! Your probably copying me..Im the real Bool!" Boll meowed, smirking.

"Excuse me!" Bool True spat at Truebool, turning to face the tom with burning blue eyes. "My name is Bool True the First and I am the fith generation of Bool True in my family!" He hissed. "My blood is royal and my family has been in so many cat shows you couldn't compare! My father alone has won three national cat shows!" Bool True growled, his pelt slowly starting to fluff out.

"Woah woah woah, calm down there." Boll meowed casually. "If your the first in a Family..why are you the fifth?" He grinned.

"Because," Bool True shrugged; "my great great grandfather was Boolth. He had my great grandfather Bool, who had my grandfather Bool False, who had my father Bool True, who had me- Bool True the First." The red tabby explained.

"Wait, wait wait wait....wait." He meowed, now dropping down towards the cats. "You cant be Bool True..cause your not True. Your false, cause Im the real Bool." He gave a smirk. "Your argument is invalid."

"Keep saying that to yourselves, selfcentered narcissists." Bool True scoffed, rolling his eyes. "And you are a kittypet. As far as you need to know, you can very quickly have hundreds of cats after you." The red tabby growled at Bool, meaning HawkClan.

"Oh really?" Bool meowed. "I never knew that."