Posts by Omorthan

He didn't greet the she-cat from Skulls. Omorthan had no reason to. He despise the she-cats, even if Scythe had changed a bit of the rules. There was no going back on his thinking. The red tom only gave Pastel a glance before answering, "Some live in groups, like I do. Others can be roamers in lands."

OOC:|: Lol, that's funny. x3

IC:|: Not his business huh? "You're on Skull's territory," he snarled in a warning tone. "It doesn't matter if you're like a high rank cat, we have rights to know who you are and why you're here."

Omorthan narrowed his eyes suspiciously. It seemed all wrong, the information she was telling to him, but the Cave Warden questioned no further. "Omorthan is my name. I'm a Cave Warden for the Skulls." Now those two were all true, yet there was something that made him question her. "Don't you smell out border marking. It's refreshed every singly day, Laburnum."

He gave her a hard look. That was such a common lie within every passer who just stroll into the territory. Being good at his job and patrolling the land, there was no way Omorthan will believe the reason a second time. "Oh really?" snort Omorthan. "You could have gone somewhere else instead of coming into our territory."

His voice lowered in a beginning of a growl. "You should know you are not allow to trespass onto one's territory!"

ooc:Lol, me too.

"So why are you here?" asked the tom.

He couldn't bear to let her out of his sight. Well, she was an intruder in his eyes, and he wouldn't believe that she-cat's words. "Hold it," he snarled. "I'll walk with you toward the direction of your so-call destination, just making sure you won't do anything stupid here."

He knew she would feel irritated, or angry, but so what? This was his job to get trespassers off his territory, and by doing so is just that. "Then hurry the hell up," snapped Omorthan.

Now this was turning right to the road. Omorthan walked out from the darkness, his amber eyes fixed angrily at the she-cat from the side. He wasn't one who liked to be in Voltaire's way, after he was pronounced deputy of Skulls. From the way the she-cat talked, he knew she didn't even give a hell what would happen to her, and neither would he.

He looked over to Pastel, no emotions in his eyes. He was just a bit tired, but it didn't mattered. "Let Voltaire handle it first," the red tom muttered.

He looked back and rolled his eyes. He would be in good manners only to his friends, and cats who annoy him, than no. It was just his ways. "I'll be in manner if I'm not annoyed by you," he snort, turning his head away.

He again rolled his eyes. Every trespassers are warnings in his eyes, their pelt seem to be flashing danger of red for whatever the reason. "Because I want to, okay?" he snapped with an annoyed tone.

OOC:|: Ack, me too. xP

IC:|: Only rolling his eyes, he followed her. "So where are you going?" he asked in a mumble, eyes trailing the ground. It would be boring to walk without conversation.

OOC:|: In this thread? :3

IC:|: His head shot up angrily, and gave a warning hiss. "So what? I have the right to question any trespassers in Skull's territory, idiot," he snarled.

Omorthan was about to respond to the she-cat before he snort, after the Future came. "No we don't," the cave-warden mewed in his deep voice. "Escorting her out of our territory will be way better than feeding her in the prison."

Omorthan snarled as he got on his feet, his eyes flared in anger. How dare they attack one of the high authority. It seems they really want to die.

"So you just came here?" asked Omorthan curiously. "Can't you smell the border?"

Omorthan whipped his head and snarled angrily. "Shut the hell up," he hissed at the she-cat. He was angry, and his eyes looked at the Future. "And you. Get back to camp and stay there. This is my business."

His eyes glared in fire as he unsheathed his claws, feeling them dig through the dirt. "Oh I can make you, b*tch," he snarled, his tail lashed with every second.

His eyes flared more violent than ever. He had trained a lot when he was a Future, and the training was be put in good use. He chased after he easily before he blocked the route, quickly aiming his leg to trip her.

He hissed in annoyance. "We always refresh it every. single. day," he growled.