A rouge steps onto clan territory

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    Aviian a rouge steps onto Skullclan territory.She sniffs for cat."No scent of fresh cat nearby....good"she whispers to herself.She sees a vole and swiftly kills it.Aviian devours it almost immediatly and searches for more prey.

    Rohan was stepping busily through the scraggily forest that was part of Skull's territory, his spiteful yellow eyes constantly flickering around. He was on the hunt. For prey, yes, but a different kind of prey. He was looking, specifically, for tresspassers. Abruptly the Cave Warden stood stock still, listening, his brown pelt hardly moving. Had he just heard something?

    Aviian's eyes dart around for cats.She didn't see any cat around but she could almost swear that she could smell one.She cautiosly climbed a tree for a better view.

    [Hey, how do you feel about swearing? Rohan swears like a sailor, but I can keep it clean if it makes you uncomfortable. :D]


    Rohan stiffened. Yes, he'd definitely heard someone. Growling under his breath, the brown tabby prowled forward, each step cautiously made, his ears swivelling to catch even a slight giveaway. He passed close to the tree that the she-cat was hiding in, unaware of her for the time being.

    I have no problem with swering :P)Aviian so deperatly wanted to let out a low growl at the cat below her but she kept quiet trying not to move at all

    [Ok, thanks!]


    "Fucking forest," Rohan muttered crossly to himself. "Even this pathetic shit can hide someone."


    He could scent someone - not a Skull member - but couldn't exactly pinpoint the smell. Which meant there was an intruder that he wasn't thrashing somewhere around. And idea suddenly came to him.


    Extremely loudly, the Cave Warden suddenly screeched, "ARGH! HELP! AAARGH!" Then he was abruptly quiet, waiting to see if there was any reaction.

    Aviian turned her head quickly to see what was the matter.Her claw scratched along the branch as she turned making a barely hearable scratching sound.

    Having been listening for it, even Rohan almost missed the hint. Almost. But because his ears were perked to their fullest extent, he caught the sound and spun around, his bushy tail streaming behind him as he headed for the she-cat's tree.


    "Got ya!" he jeered, halting underneath her. "Get your ass down here before I drag it down!"

    [Do you want her to be captured? Or just get in a fight and then flee?]


    "Ooh, like I haven't heard that one before," Rohan grunted, before setting his claws into the tree bark. "You sure are a clever bitch." The large tabby began to pull himself up the trunk, muscular limbs making short work of the climb.

    He was getting closer, and Rohan tensed himself, ready to both swipe at her paws above him, or leap away from the trunk if she chose to attack him or flee.

    "Shit."


    Prepared for that as well as he could be, Rohan waited until she was falling past him before letting go of the trunk himself. Twisting himself in mid-air, the Cave Warden aimed to land on her just as she struck the ground, hopefully ending a fight before it even began.

    Rohan was falling to, now just above the she-cat intruder. If she didn't move very quickly, he would land on her, and try to use his expansive weight to push her to the ground.

    He landed on her with a snarl of satisfaction, pushing down hard with all four paws and trying to make her legs collapse underneath her. "I've got you now, and you're screwed," he growled. Rohan was going to make her pay for making him chase her.

    "Aw, did you scratch a nail?" he hissed, before unsheathing his claws in an attempt to lightly prick her shoulders and flanks and draw blood. A not so subtle warning. "Be still; you're in enough fucking trouble as is."