Break me down and chain me up~

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Sneering, the grey male, had watched the female recoil away from him at the touch. It was...funny to him. The way she had flinched, and looked him in the eye. "Now, I'd suggest that ya leave afore I'm forced ta do somethin' of the drastic type." Bahahaha. A she-cat trying to fight him. How nice. Like she could ever win against him in a fight. Snake grinned in his usual cocky fashion, teeth glinting with the saliva that coated them, his light pink tongue slithering out, swiping over his teeth once more. Drops of the sticky saliva flying forward, hitting Tawnywhisker again. Ears twitching, in a high displeasure of the other tomcat here...Wrench. That one no-good cat here being the fox-dunged "knight in shinning armor". What. The. Dead rat. Hissing slightly, Snake drew back a couple paw steps. "I wouldn't 'ay that ya' have an invite to this territory. Ta' lady makes it clear that no cat who don't smell like those dang RainyClan...or MistClan, or what ever they're called. Doesn't matter." he chuckled, lightly mocking the Clans all together. He didn't care about what he said. Ah, another cat. Some snot-nosed she-cat. "Ay now, no need ta' be so harsh, m'lady," he purred at Thornpelt. "I was just lookin to cross yer territory. I don't see a problem with that, do ya'?" he asked, changing his story once again. First it was that he was seeking shelter from the Clan. Now he just wants to pass through the territory. You can't trust him as far as you can throw him.

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Tawnywhisker jumped a little bit as a new cat burst from the bushes. Thornpelt. Ah, and she was accusing her of being a traitor to the clan. Well, how nice of her. Her clanmate was even glaring at her. She stood up and drew herself to her full height so that she very nearly towered over the other she-cat, and her hackles started to bristle even more than they had been. How dare she accuse Tawnywhisker of disloyalty? So what if the gentle she-cat did not respond to every cat with explosive fury if they dared to cross the border? Not every little conflict needed to end in violence.

"Thornpelt," she meowed through clenched teeth, "These cats are no' clan cats. They couldn't possibly've known about our customs. I was tryin' to get this one over 'ere," she gestured at Snake with her tail, "Ta leave without gettin' meself unnecessarily injured. As for the one ya nearly shredded, 'e was tryin' ta protect me from that grey bloke. No' everythin' is as it seems, ma'am." Tawnywhisker allowed herself a sneer at her more violent clanmate, narrowing her eyes in what could be interpreted as a challenge.

Her ears pinned back against her skull as she whirled around to face the grey tom. Now it was time to really get on a roll! Tawnywhisker spat on the ground before the disgusting tomcat and hissed. She was nearly in a battle position as she began to speak, ready to spring at the cat should he incur any further offenses to her dignity. "As for you, I'd suggest leavin' in a timely fashion. Didya honestly think that you could waltz onto clan territ'ry and take advantage o' the first she-cat you saw? I know what you were up to, ya crow-food eatin' piece o' mousedung. Unfortunately for you, I'm no' as stupid as I'm sure ya'd hoped I'd be. I can tell when I'm bein' taken for an idiot, or helpless, or tryin' ta be pushed over. Ya've insulted and violated me in almost every way I can think of, an' I don't take kindly ta cats who try ta pull one over on me. Leave now, or I will attack." Tawnywhisker's tail lashed violently, but already she was reprimanding herself inside for her cruel words. Why had she done that? Sure it couldn't have been to prove her loyalty to Thornpelt. She owed her loyalty to no cat except her dear friend Mistypaw. Her promise to her was the only reason that she stayed with FogClan instead of joining a less violent-spirited clan. But no one knew that except for her. It was a thing that she could never tell anyone.

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To say Wrench had been taken aback by the sudden arrival of what seemed to be a very violent she-cat would be an understatement. He had hardly anytime to scent the newcomer, though he doubted it would do much good even if he had. She had just come at him from the bushes so fast. It wasn’t like he was made for battle, though. The years he had spent living were mostly full of practice with herbs. Wrench had only learned the basics in the art of tooth and claw. Perhaps this little encounter would persuade him to get in gear and learn more.

As the she-cat had come at him the bi-colored tom could only stare blankly at her, amber eyes blinking slowly as he realized that he was actually being attacked. Still he didn’t move. His eyes had already picked up her trajectory and she would miss him. It would be a close call but Wrench wouldn’t have to worry about losing patches of fur today. His hackles rose slightly as the violent she-cat faced both him and the gray tom, the command she snapped sending the faintest of shivers down his spine.

Gosh this she-cat was good at being intimidating.

Wrench watched in silence as the original she-cat he had met explained herself, and subsequently the toms, to the new comer. It would probably be a safe bet to say that these two she-cats were not on each others good side. His pink nose twitched when the prettier (in his opinion) finished lashing out at the gray tom. Wrench wondered briefly if he had even been needed in the first place, these ‘clan cats’ seemed extremely tough—even the she-cats.

He was very intrigued by it.

The sides of his lips turned up into what could be considered a smile as he surveyed the two she-cats closer. No pansies here, he thought as he took in how worked the cats looked. Whatever these ‘clans’ were they sure kept their members in good shape. Slowly his tail curled around his paws as he waited for instructions from one of them. Most likely Wrench would be kicked out of their territory now, just as they most likely would for the other loner. But before he went, the orange and white tom decided, he was going to get at least a basic explanation of these durned clans!

”Didn’t know about any ‘clans’,” he started, addressing the two she-cats. ”So I’m sorry if I ‘ccidently barged in on ya’ territory. Just wanted to interject befer’ him over there did something regretful.” His ears flicked toward the gray tom, name still unknown.

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OOC: Just to let you know, Mistpelt didn't verbally accuse Tawnywhisker of being a traitor, she was thinking it. >< And I had to change Thornpelt's name to Mistpelt, sorry for that confusion.

Mistpelt blinked once. Twice, batting translucent lashes against a hardened sea foram stare. Tawnywhisker nearly recoiled from her glare, hiding an amused twitch of a smirk that begged her to spring along her features. She was distracted, however, when the gray tomcat spoke, hissing his foul breath into the air. Her eyes narrowed into dangerous slits, shifting the glare that so boldly ran along the depths of her eyes towards the smoke coated male instead of her fellow clanmate. Seconds stole by, Mistpelt's gaze fiery enough to sear a hole within his pelt as she scrutinized his words, analyzing them through her system and devouring all meaning. Flesh tingled beneath her pelt, a very sign from Starclan that her assumption was true; this grey tomcat was toying upon the delicate strands of deception. One could recognize such a thing, especially in the view of one so experienced in said art."Farther back. There you can cross our borders." A tiny smile graced her maw. Perhaps then, he can mess around with Pineclan's borders, maybe even unleash his intentions on their filthy hides. Either way, no fur off her back. She straightened, posture no longer eagerly aggressive, but still showing obvious signs of displeasure and alertness. Her claws, however, would remain unsheathed. Her inward grin only widened however, when Tawnywhisker temporary took the stage. It was painstakingly obvious to even a kit that these brutes weren't clan cats, so her need in reminding her only made her ears twitch back, unamused in the least. True, she was judgmental and often rash, but she wasn't a fool. Tawnywhisker would learn of that soon enough. Mistpelt merely returned her scowl with a pleasant grin, turning her gaze momentarily upon the ginger and white tomcat, who seemed the most civilized of the pair before returning an unusually calm gaze upon the other she-cat. "You are forgiven, then."

Now, her entire facade seemed to change, still calculating, still judging every single breath they took, but now easier on the eyes. Truth be told, anger was not an appealing mask for her to don. Besides, it made her pelt dreadfully unmanageable...As Tawnywhisker should have from the beginning, she began to allow words of threat and warning to assault the air. Mistpelt waited silently until she was finished, carefully noting, abet not at all surprised, by her accusing the grey tom for insulting and even violating her...Even if the other she-cat wasn't at the top of her list, she still was a Fogclan cat, and no matter how hard she wished, such a crime from that slab of stinking foxdung could not go unpunished."You have received ample warning, filth..." She growled calmly, voice lowered to a deadly hiss as the tips of her hackles bristled into fine wire."Now I suggest you heed it, and be extremely grateful, Scum, for my clanmate's patience." She was equally aware of another set of eyes upon her, and her gaze fell on the other tom, a look of coldness in her optics. However, he appeared to be one of his word, and the she-cat briefly nodded in his direction, for whatever reason she concocted."Let this be a lesson to you, then." She added to his explanation, rather curtly with a gentle twirl of the tip of her tail, dismissing the subject instantly. A hidden smile, shielded towards the ginger tom only was a swift glance of gratitude, mutely thanking him for his presence, where words would not linger uselessly upon the air. If she hadn't appeared, who knew, perhaps this ignorant tomcat would have saved one of her own.

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