Trespassing Loner

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    Jasmine, a slim black she-cat with yellow eyes, was strolling through the territory, like it was her home.

    Pebbles Showing Through Melting Snow was exploring his and the rest of the Tribe's new homeland, when he scented an unknown cat.
    Moons of prey-hunter training let the to-be pick out a black cat-shape among the black rocks, on Tribe territory. He bounded in its direction.
    "Hey there," the young lynx-point called out to the black cat as he got closer to it. "This is Tribe territory now, if you didn't know...Do you want to join or something? I'm Pebbles, who are you?"

    "Which tribe is this, and I dont give out my name." questioned Jasmine, not wanting to give out any information about herself.

    "Okay," Pebbles meowed. "Um, do you want to join the Tribe or talk to somebody or something? 'Cause otherwise, see, I have to ask you to leave the territory, 'cause you're technically trespassing, so..."

    "Like I'm so scared of some cat who acts like he cant stand up to a weak she-cat." teased Jasmine, before walking past the cat, like he was no threat.

    Frozen Breath of Forest Air



    Oh dear, what have we here? Words flashed through the cat's mind, eyes lighting up. Slowly, a sleek figure of a white she-cat appeared before the tresspasser. One of her bright eyes was blue,while the other, green. She had a smile on her face, but any cat could notice after a moment, that this smile was a smirk. "Well, well, well, Jasmine." The white cat meowed. She had overheard the conversation the two had had. "Whatcha doing? I'm doing a bit of hunting, you know, me being a prey-hunter." She said, ending with a fake laugh. "You wanna tell me why you are here?" She growled, fur bristled. Frozen Breath of Forest Air flexed her claws, and lashed her tail. "If you don't, I will make you leave."

    "Could we perhaps, persuade or convince you to leave the piece of land, we call our home?" Came the over technical voice of Tattered Ribbon That Holds Strands Of Hate. She knew she spoke with a bit too much technicality, but she also believed that was what made her unique. The cinnamon sable's navy blue paws padded softly on the ground, as she padded out to her comrades and the tresspasser; her sea green eyes showing no fear of the loner-Jasmine.

    Luna if bright light padded up to she-cat. "What are you doing here?" She asked the trespaser with a hiss.

    "Simple cats you are." remarked Jasmine, her smile was still calm, as she feared little. "I suppose you think you can harm me, yet I doubt you prey-hunters know as much as a cat of both clan and tribe." The last part of the sentence was slightly more threatening then the rest, but the cool calmness was like cold before the ice.

    "Though, us Prey hunters are fast. We have to be in order to catch prey. That means we can get in quickly bite or scratch once, then dart back away from the intruder or enemy. And if there are three to five of us, that can be a very lethal combination." Tattered Ribbon explained, a bit over the top according to some other cats, though.

    Frozen Breath of Forest Air


    Frozen, being as quick as she was, raced back in front of the cat. The white cat whipped around, and growled. "You know, hun, you are trespassing. And you aren't allowed to do that." The white cat's growl was thick, and deep. Her claws were out, and flexing. Oh, she knew about both Clans and Tribes, that's for sure.

    Jasmine cleaned her claws, I dont listen to weak mouse-brains! she thought, as her glared at the tribe cat, ready to attack for defense.

    Tattered Ribbon spun and faced the intruding cat, that now map want there was one cat in front of Jasmine and one a fox length to her left, at the rate things were going, this enemy would be surrounded and chased off in a matter if minutes, if not seconds. "Look at your position. Not a very good one, might I say." The cinnamon sable said as her navy blue paws sheathed and unsheathed the claws they hid.

    "Did you forget what I said just moments ago? Prey Hunters are fast and can get in some blows before back up arrives to help. And I believe I'm not alone when I say: I will give my life to protect any member of our tribe." Tattered Ribbon That Holds Strands Of Hate stated bravely.