Midas flexed his claws and grinned evilly. "Because if you're Snowclan, I'm going to have to kill you."
Ariadne rolled her dark blue eyes impatiently. "Can you please leave all your masochistic threats until after we've tried to hunt? We haven't eaten for nearly a quarter-moon, brother! I'm getting kinda hungry. Or did Icarus pass on his delightful trait of not giving a c**p about anyone else onto you?"
"We're not Snowclanners. I am Talisman and this is Jade." he told the cats in front of him, glancing at the kit.
Midas looked disappointed, as if he was looking forward to doing some killing for once.
"Good." Ariadne stared coldly at Talisman. "Wanna join us? We're going hunting."
"No, we have our own mission to complete." he told the kit sternly, waiting for Jade to lead them away from the odd pair.
Jade narrowed her eyes at the pair. "They seem genuine." she said suddenly to Talisman. "They might be able to help us."
Talisman shrugged. "What do they know of Snowclan territory?" he asked his leader, not really seeing a kit and some tough loner being able to help them.
"We've been scouting for days." Ariadne retorted, steel in her eyes.
"And you are listening to a private conversation, so you can shut up, kit!" Talisman snarled.
"No-one says that to my sister." Midas pressed his face up to Talisman's, golden eyes glowing with rage.
Jade smirked. "I like them." she said to Talisman. "Plus," she whispered, "We can always kill them later."
Talisman eyed up his opponent, knowing that he would win. His was a clan of assassins. These were just two loners. They had no chance. Hearing his leader, he stood down. The tom couldn't disobey her by killing them, unless Midras attacked him.
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What the hell were they doing? "Hey, ladies! It, it dawn. Some cats are trying to sleep! Well, I mean, other cats are waking up.. but I'm trying to sleep! Why are you in.. on.. why are you trespassing? You have five seconds to give me a good reason." The sleep-deprived Gwen growled, unsheathing her claws. She had no idea what was going on, but it looked as if she was outnumbered. Oh well, if they attack I'll go for the throats then call for help.
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