who new a quest could be so dangerous? [o, bearstar's daughter]

Bearpaw had heard about skulls, about their sexism, about their unstable social structure, but not even words could describe the merciless, tight group who rid the land of its beauty and serenity, they over-breed the rules of reproduction, it was disgusting. The fawn tabby was not trespassing, but sitting very close to the border, she expected snappy attitudes from the group that lived here. It must've been a very educated guess.

Bearpaw shifted her weight from side to side, who knew that Tenderbites mate was from here? Well no one actually, but Bearstar and the tight group called STIR who had eventually hit the road once Bearstar had exiled all 30 or 20 of them. Bearpaw sighed, her claws unsheathed copper gaze assessing her surroundings.

_{Voltaire often took time out of his busy day to patrol the borders. Usually alone, as was the case today. His eyes narrowed as he spotted a small she-cat sitting by the edge of the Skulls' territory - and what was more, she reeked of RiverClan. Pacing forward, he stopped not too far in front of her, eyes narrowed to slits, tail lashing. "What are you doing here?" he spat.}

"You mean me?" Bearpaw questioned, "In case you can't see I'm outside of your territory, not inside of it, and with that, I can do whatever I want," The fawn tabby spat, poking her tongue out daringly to the random tom, obviously, he was from Skull, you could tell from his ignorant attitude, and thats something you could expect from Anti-clan members.

_{Voltaire's tail lashed, and he puffed himself out to full size, which was quite large really seeing as how he was a big cat. "Mind your tongue, b****, or I'll cut it out for you," he sneered. "On our territory or off, you're worth less than a piece of dirt, and I'll be happy to put you under the ground where you belong." He tensed his muscles slightly, ready either to claw her or to sprint after her. "Might I remind you that there is one of you and three of us and we can do anything we like?"}

"Oh yeah, I forget you guys were sexist peices of s***, 3 idiots, please, your mouths are the only way you can torture me," Bearpaw growled, "I'd be happy to set RiverClan on your ugly ass," The fawn tabby hissed, no in hells way would she be caught by a bunch of coons.

_{Voltaire flattened his ears. "Look here, sl**, the only ass that's gonna be flattened is yours. You have two options; shut the f*** up and get the hell out of here, or keep yapping and provide us with some fun."}

_{[ooc: just fyi, three experienced cats, one a former Omen and current True Skull, one a seniorish Skull [experienced, not old] and one a deputy vs. one apprentice, Bearstar's daughter or no... well, that's really not a very equal combat, and she could end up killed or dragged back if she doesn't flee immediately while she's got the chance, because Volly's one of those really rare big cats who can run fast too.]}

[[I know what position Bearpaw is in right now :P but my aim was to her make her get captured, not killed if there is any chance?]]

Bearpaw just chuckled, all she could here was some foul language and some weak retorts. "My a** fat, please, your a** is fatter than your pathetic leader, I know your very real, I was just wondering how you managed to survive to this day with a unstable social structure?" The fawn tabby chuckled.

_{"Very easily," Voltaire sneered sarcastically, "seeing as how Pluxiria is healthily thin, unlike you fat, overfed RiverClanners. Is it true that your leader never stirs outside of her den because she's too fat to fit through the doorway?" The question was not serious at all, but calculated to distract her just long enough for Voltaire to pounce at her, aiming to knock the smaller cat over and pin her.}

Bearpaw feel to teh ground with a off, she had no battle experience, and was easily no match for any of these cats singally, alll together, she was quiet power-less. "You could say over-fed, but it is the signs of a healthy clan, you guys are a scrawny bunch compared to your Clan, what do eat bricks for breakfeast?" The fawn tabby spat.

_{"We aren't obsessed with the way we look to everyone else... we just have the confidence necessary not to be so scared of looking weak that we eat ourselves to death," Voltaire sneered, leaning over her and reaching to grip her scruff. He would drag her back to the camp and then they'd have some fun.}

"Then I guess you shouldn't be offended when I call you super fat," Bearpaw growled, allowing herself to be dragged, knowing there was no chance in retaliating, which would only end up in her scars.

_{"This isn't fat, b****, this is muscle, and this is why I can pound any Clanner into the ground with my eyes closed," Voltaire sneered. Almost there.}

Phantastic wrote:

_{"This isn't fat, b****, this is muscle, and this is why I can pound any Clanner into the ground with my eyes closed," Voltaire sneered. Almost there.}

"So, your 'muscles' seem to wobble quiet a lot, do you have a reason for that," Bearpaw sneered, highly amused about how he seemed to defend himself against her retort about his looks. "Truthfully all toms are fat though, so you shouldn't be obssessed with how you look to me," The fawny tabby she-cat mewed.

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