The grey tabby eyed the loner, annoyance flashing across his gaze. He wanted more than anything than to teach the tom-cat a lesson, but refrained. Fencestar might not forgive him if he let anything happen to Hydrantpaw. Instead of causing more problems, Tigermask kept his mouth shut and followed behind the loner. (Yep!)
Rust could easily assume the tom's intentions, it wasn't hard to tell that he couldn't trust him. He didn't respond to Tigermask's question, more or less the city cat didn't just want to give away the details. His blue-grey eyes stared at the clan cat and another low meow approached his thick, city accent. "If yous do leave, I will personally make it mys mission t' find yous and claw your tail off." With that, Rust could only hope that Tigermask had gotten his point. Without waiting for a response, Rust turned and lashed his mangled tail to add. "Try t' keep up," before padding into the darkness of the looming forest. (Loner Forest?)
Tigermask had no intentions of helping the tom-cat out unless it benefitted Eclipseclan. By the sound of it, a gang of cats took over the territory and were holding cats hostage. The thought of the small ginger apprentice flashed across his mind, and his lips tugged into a frown. Why does she have to be so dense. If possible, Tigermask would grab Hydrantpaw and run. Knowing his luck, that would probably not happen. “Do you know where their camp is? I can sneak inside and get a good surveillance in of how many cats we’re dealing with.”
Rust gave Tigermask a serious look. The city tom didn't make deals often, for he knew that they often caused quite a bit of trouble. He thought it over carefully, contemplating about everything that could go wrong with the scenario before he made his choice. 'No, I've got to save Lavender and those others too...' He managed a rough growl with a small nod, his mangled tail flicking at the surface of the ground. "I'll agree as long as yous agree not t' leave right after yous find your friend. It's everyone saved or nobody at all." The ginger and white tom knew that there was a chance that the two would die before even making it to the destination.
The grey tabby perked his ears, annoyance written across his face. He had to get over his hate for the loner if he was ever going to get his idiotic apprentice back.
"I can't believe that mousebrain." His yellowish-green eyes focused on the cat before him, upset he was about to make a deal. "I'll help you out if you help me find this gang."
Rust barely moved an inch at the clan cat's outburst, in fact he seemed rather unfazed. The white and ginger tom rolled his eyes with annoyance. 'I can't wait to get rid of this cat,' Rust thought to himself with a looming, yet dull gaze. "Yous gotta little temper issue don't ya?" He muttered with a huff then shook his head before adding," if yous need to know, she was bright orange, heck, the whole forest could see her from miles away. The color of one of those things at the sides of the city streets. Is that enough?" Suddenly, it hit him, as much as he hated talking to Tigermask, perhaps the tom would be able to help him get Lavender back.
Tigermask took noticed of the cat's accent, ears flattening at the bothersome sound. Is this really how they speak? The tension in the air was so sharp, it took the Eclipseclanner's breath away.
"Lay off." He hissed, eyeing the cat with cold yellowish-green eyes. He despised his attitude, tail lashing as the loner spoke to him. He could care less about the explanation, but the last bit caught his attention. She couldn't have. Infuriated, Tigermask turned and slashed at the nearest object closest to him. Long jagged claw marks were now etched into the side of a tree.
"What did the small one look like?" He shifted, looking at the tom-cat again.
Rust raised his lips into a snarl as they both stood to face each other again. "Would yous rather I call you a two-leggers pet instead?" He asked in low, ungrateful voice, how howver the tom decided to explain just exactly what was going on. "Those no-good, rat-tailed, mangy gang cats have been crawlin' around this place... They, well, theys got my mate and so many others, Yous know..." The large tom inhaled Tigermask's scent, curiosity raising in his mysterious gaze. "You smell like a small one they caught todays, shes was cryin' real hard." The tom lashed his mangled tail and glanced over his shoulder toward the forest, keeping a careful eye on Tigermask still.
He'd been walking for quite some time, his frustration growing as his journey progressed with no other cats in sight. When he'd accepted the mission, he hadn't realized how annoying it would be. You had to find the cats before you could ask them to join. The large grey tabby cat was itching for some action. Again, probably not the best cat for this type of operation.
Next thing he knew, he was pinned to the ground with claws digging it his shoulders. With little to know effort, Tigermask rolled them over in order to squish the loner under his weight. As soon as the claws released his flesh, the eclipseclanner jumped to his paws in order to face the other tom-cat.
"What are you blabbering on about about rogue." He hissed out, squaring his shoulders. "I'm no filthy gang cat. I'll make you eat those words."
Rust prowled his way along the edge of the city. On his left with a forest, the place where the love of his life had been taken away from him. 'How could I let you go, Lavender?' The Siamese mix grimaced at the disturbing thought, but then he trudged along again when he realized just how much he'd try to fight them away from her. The city rouge was certain that she hadn't been the only one, for with his own two eyes of mysterious blue-grey, he saw a young feline as well.
The tom's mangled tail lashed against the ground, sending dust dispersing through the air. That was until he came to halt at scent, His broad shoulders stiffened and he found himself running straight into Tigermask. The white and burnt ginger tom managed an abrupt growl then flung himself with at the clan cat. "Where's the rest of yous? Sittin' around an' waitin' to take every cat you all see!? Maybe with one less of you, that gang of yours will get the picture," Rust growled lowly and flicked his tipped ear with obvious fiery. He was a frightening cat to say the least with daggered claw marks running across his legs and a messed up tail, certainly not a cat to be messed with. Little did he know, Tigermask was no gang cat.
Tigermask glanced over his shoulder one last time, a frown marring his features. He could feel it in his bones that something bad was going to happen. He couldn't, for the life of him, figure it out. Shaking his head, he trudged onward until the only eclipseclan scent he smell was himself.
"I'll take Firestorm back to the camp." Blackrabbit meowed, acknowledging how useless he'd be in the event that the kittypet or her companion turned on the admittedly less-than-friendly EclipseClanners.
Halfface observed the situation, surveying both of the cats, meowing in his most commanding voice, "This is what's going to happen. One of us is going to wait here for this Broken to get back. The other two of us can leave and returning, saying exactly what happened if anyone asks. When the moons comes back down, if he isn't here, then the she-cat was clearly lying, and we kill her."
"You're proposing we leave an enemy warrior within our borders, knowing there's another one out there?" Blackrabbit gave her an incredulous look, though he knew he didn't have anything to back up his words with. Half-face would have to be the deciding voice.
"And what does that make better, if you're so hung up on it?" Blackrabbit hissed back toward his patrol mate. "We don't have the time to wait, it'll be nightfall soon and we've barely checked the border."
"Well then do it, and damn you all to the dark forest. I can't move so I'm not doing anything to stop you. All I can do is wait for Broken." Her face was expressionless, her words weak.
"Ex-kittypet that still has the decency to acknowledge those creates as housefolk. And maybe you are too flea-brained to realize this, but my injuries are kinda preventing me from moving too much. I don't know if you're basic or something, but I need Broken to heal me." she sighed angrily, adding "Unless you want to kill me right now; end it all."
"No," Blackrabbit simply stated. "I'm not hiding it and we have all we need-- except for one particularly kittypet who seems quite intent on staying put, despite ample evidence that it's a bad idea."
"Look, I can help you. You are either hiding your sickness from whoever you are with, or you don't have the proper herbs. I know a house that I'm pretty sure isn't owned by you "clan cats"! If you let Broken get hear and patch me up, I can repay with catmint." She wasn't sure if that would work. She was being honest, but she definitely wouldn't accept such a stupid deal.
"Are you okay? Do you need help." She asked, completely ignoring his recent aggression, but the half cat stood next Blackrabbit, glaring menacingly at her.
“Alright, then you get going and we’ll see to him when he arrives,” Blackrabbit meowed, starting to slowly advance toward her before the rumbling growl in his chest turned into a round of loud coughing that stopped him in his tracts.
Halfface silently nodded, unsheathing his claws, waiting for Blackrabbit to make a move. He didn't have much emotion on this topic. It seemed so petty and pointless compared to what has been happening in clan.
Her voice slightly yet noticeably weaker, Holly answered, "He's just a rogue I've been traveling with. He went to go get me something for my wounds, and he'll be back soon."
"And who is this Broken character?" Blackrabbit rolled his eyes, growing impatient with the situation. He glanced toward his patrol members, a question clear in his eyes-- "Let's just get it over with and chase her off. Ready?"
Taking a step forward, Holly meowed, "I could take all-" but then collapsed, unable to support herself because of the pain. "You're right... but I have to wait until Broken gets back."
"I'll take that threat for what it's worth, which ain't much, especially with how injured you look. I don't want this to come to a fight, but you better start heading away or it will. Even if you know how to use those claws of yours, there are three of us and only one of you." Blackrabbit meowed, a low growl rumbling in his chest.
Holly stood up, revealing a bloodstained bottom pelt still slowly dripping. If I'm dying today, I'll die a rogue. Her vision blurred, but it was better in this aggressive stance than lying down. "I'll have you know that this 'kittypet' has fought tougher foes than you. And if you were paying attention to our conversation, the house folk would be the ones hurting you. Have you ever fought ones with claws of their own?"
"Who would be hurting us? It's our territory," Blackrabbit snorted. "Aside from kittypets like you, but it isn't like any of you know how to actually use your claws."
She was definitely not going to be able to walk right now, so leaving wasnt going to be an option. All she could do was stall for as long as possible. “No, I mean how do you claim where they walk? Don’t they try to hurt you?”
"Oh. Kittypet, then?" Blackrabbit meowed and stepped out of the crouch. "Just go back inside and don't leave again, or you're going to run into cats that are less friendly than us."
Holly tried to maintain a steady breath, but thousands of thoughts had already jumbled into her head, running around demanding attention. Broken shouldn't have left me. He's way better at scaring people than me. I probably look like a defenseless pampered kitten with my claws sheathed, laying down. Maybe they'll go away if I convince them I'm too weak to matter. "What? But my... how can a housefolk place be yours?" Did that sound sincere? At least I smell like a kittypet.
Blackrabbit clumsily dropped into a defensive crouch as Holly called out to him and grumbled something rude under his breath, embarrassed at having not so much as noticed the she-cat who was barely twenty fox-lengths ahead of him.
"EclipseClanners," He barked toward her. "You're in our territory."
Holly blinked, as a black tom walked into her view silently, or at least quietly enough to where she couldn't hear. "Broken, is that you?" she asked, as the tom turned around, revealing that only half of his body was black. And then two other cats came into view.
"Who are you?" the she-cat asked. I can't fight them. Hopefully Broken comes back. I need him. Now.
Blackrabbit plodded along with the rest of his patrol, his head low to the ground as he focused on just getting through this as quickly and painlessly as possible, before he could return to his camp and get the rest the medicine cats had ordered him to prioritize.
Broken sprinted, swerving over to a nearby alley, his sister Holly stumbling right after him. The incessant and intolerable noise still ran in his ears. It happened all of a sudden, as if without reason, most definitely without reason. Whatever it was, it made hearing practically impossible. He saw Holly sit down, the same look of irritation on her face as his. "Are you okay?" He meowed, but even he himself couldn't hear the words coming out of his mouth. "What?" At least that's what he thought she said to him. He plainly shook his head, and she seemed to understand that he wanted them to wait.
After a while, the ringing lessened, he could hear his breathing, still somewhat heavy. "We're pretty lucky that that twoleg didn't follow us, right?" She smiled, but there was something pained within her voice.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice full of concern.
"Yeah.... I'm fine." She replied. She's most definitely hiding something. Then he noticed the red spreading across her bottom pelt.
"What. Is. That." he asked. What happened? Is that blood? Did you cut yourself? What's wrong?" he said, his voice full of pure panic.
"It was that thing the twoleg had. The thing that went boom."
"But that thing, it wasn't a silverclaw. Did it scratch you?" I thought it was just supposed to hurt the ears. That's what it originally did.
"No, the thing, it went through me." She giggled. "I'm going to die aren't I?"
"No! We'll find out how to fix this!"
She smiled. "It's too late. We have nothing to fix whatever is happening. Just run away, find that clan you were telling me about."
"I will not lose you! I just found in at that d***ed house. I'm going to find you some leaves or whatever to stop the bleeding," he said, stomping off.
She was silent as he left. Leaves won't cut it. What will? He looked behind him, Holly still sitting there in the alley by herself.
The grey tabby eyed the loner, annoyance flashing across his gaze. He wanted more than anything than to teach the tom-cat a lesson, but refrained. Fencestar might not forgive him if he let anything happen to Hydrantpaw. Instead of causing more problems, Tigermask kept his mouth shut and followed behind the loner. (Yep!)
Rust could easily assume the tom's intentions, it wasn't hard to tell that he couldn't trust him. He didn't respond to Tigermask's question, more or less the city cat didn't just want to give away the details. His blue-grey eyes stared at the clan cat and another low meow approached his thick, city accent. "If yous do leave, I will personally make it mys mission t' find yous and claw your tail off." With that, Rust could only hope that Tigermask had gotten his point. Without waiting for a response, Rust turned and lashed his mangled tail to add. "Try t' keep up," before padding into the darkness of the looming forest. (Loner Forest?)
Tigermask had no intentions of helping the tom-cat out unless it benefitted Eclipseclan. By the sound of it, a gang of cats took over the territory and were holding cats hostage. The thought of the small ginger apprentice flashed across his mind, and his lips tugged into a frown. Why does she have to be so dense. If possible, Tigermask would grab Hydrantpaw and run. Knowing his luck, that would probably not happen. “Do you know where their camp is? I can sneak inside and get a good surveillance in of how many cats we’re dealing with.”
Rust gave Tigermask a serious look. The city tom didn't make deals often, for he knew that they often caused quite a bit of trouble. He thought it over carefully, contemplating about everything that could go wrong with the scenario before he made his choice. 'No, I've got to save Lavender and those others too...' He managed a rough growl with a small nod, his mangled tail flicking at the surface of the ground. "I'll agree as long as yous agree not t' leave right after yous find your friend. It's everyone saved or nobody at all." The ginger and white tom knew that there was a chance that the two would die before even making it to the destination.
The grey tabby perked his ears, annoyance written across his face. He had to get over his hate for the loner if he was ever going to get his idiotic apprentice back.
"I can't believe that mousebrain." His yellowish-green eyes focused on the cat before him, upset he was about to make a deal. "I'll help you out if you help me find this gang."
Rust barely moved an inch at the clan cat's outburst, in fact he seemed rather unfazed. The white and ginger tom rolled his eyes with annoyance. 'I can't wait to get rid of this cat,' Rust thought to himself with a looming, yet dull gaze. "Yous gotta little temper issue don't ya?" He muttered with a huff then shook his head before adding," if yous need to know, she was bright orange, heck, the whole forest could see her from miles away. The color of one of those things at the sides of the city streets. Is that enough?" Suddenly, it hit him, as much as he hated talking to Tigermask, perhaps the tom would be able to help him get Lavender back.
Tigermask took noticed of the cat's accent, ears flattening at the bothersome sound. Is this really how they speak? The tension in the air was so sharp, it took the Eclipseclanner's breath away.
"Lay off." He hissed, eyeing the cat with cold yellowish-green eyes. He despised his attitude, tail lashing as the loner spoke to him. He could care less about the explanation, but the last bit caught his attention. She couldn't have. Infuriated, Tigermask turned and slashed at the nearest object closest to him. Long jagged claw marks were now etched into the side of a tree.
"What did the small one look like?" He shifted, looking at the tom-cat again.
Rust raised his lips into a snarl as they both stood to face each other again. "Would yous rather I call you a two-leggers pet instead?" He asked in low, ungrateful voice, how howver the tom decided to explain just exactly what was going on. "Those no-good, rat-tailed, mangy gang cats have been crawlin' around this place... They, well, theys got my mate and so many others, Yous know..." The large tom inhaled Tigermask's scent, curiosity raising in his mysterious gaze. "You smell like a small one they caught todays, shes was cryin' real hard." The tom lashed his mangled tail and glanced over his shoulder toward the forest, keeping a careful eye on Tigermask still.
He'd been walking for quite some time, his frustration growing as his journey progressed with no other cats in sight. When he'd accepted the mission, he hadn't realized how annoying it would be. You had to find the cats before you could ask them to join. The large grey tabby cat was itching for some action. Again, probably not the best cat for this type of operation.
Next thing he knew, he was pinned to the ground with claws digging it his shoulders. With little to know effort, Tigermask rolled them over in order to squish the loner under his weight. As soon as the claws released his flesh, the eclipseclanner jumped to his paws in order to face the other tom-cat.
"What are you blabbering on about about rogue." He hissed out, squaring his shoulders. "I'm no filthy gang cat. I'll make you eat those words."
Rust prowled his way along the edge of the city. On his left with a forest, the place where the love of his life had been taken away from him. 'How could I let you go, Lavender?' The Siamese mix grimaced at the disturbing thought, but then he trudged along again when he realized just how much he'd try to fight them away from her. The city rouge was certain that she hadn't been the only one, for with his own two eyes of mysterious blue-grey, he saw a young feline as well.
The tom's mangled tail lashed against the ground, sending dust dispersing through the air. That was until he came to halt at scent, His broad shoulders stiffened and he found himself running straight into Tigermask. The white and burnt ginger tom managed an abrupt growl then flung himself with at the clan cat. "Where's the rest of yous? Sittin' around an' waitin' to take every cat you all see!? Maybe with one less of you, that gang of yours will get the picture," Rust growled lowly and flicked his tipped ear with obvious fiery. He was a frightening cat to say the least with daggered claw marks running across his legs and a messed up tail, certainly not a cat to be messed with. Little did he know, Tigermask was no gang cat.
Tigermask glanced over his shoulder one last time, a frown marring his features. He could feel it in his bones that something bad was going to happen. He couldn't, for the life of him, figure it out. Shaking his head, he trudged onward until the only eclipseclan scent he smell was himself.
"I'll take Firestorm back to the camp." Blackrabbit meowed, acknowledging how useless he'd be in the event that the kittypet or her companion turned on the admittedly less-than-friendly EclipseClanners.
Halfface observed the situation, surveying both of the cats, meowing in his most commanding voice, "This is what's going to happen. One of us is going to wait here for this Broken to get back. The other two of us can leave and returning, saying exactly what happened if anyone asks. When the moons comes back down, if he isn't here, then the she-cat was clearly lying, and we kill her."
"You're proposing we leave an enemy warrior within our borders, knowing there's another one out there?" Blackrabbit gave her an incredulous look, though he knew he didn't have anything to back up his words with. Half-face would have to be the deciding voice.
(Language, Glass)
"And what does that make better, if you're so hung up on it?" Blackrabbit hissed back toward his patrol mate. "We don't have the time to wait, it'll be nightfall soon and we've barely checked the border."
"Well then do it, and damn you all to the dark forest. I can't move so I'm not doing anything to stop you. All I can do is wait for Broken." Her face was expressionless, her words weak.
Halfface shrugged, his claws still unsheathed.
"Honestly, that option is becoming more attractive by the moment," Blackrabbit growled, glancing toward his patrolmates.
"Ex-kittypet that still has the decency to acknowledge those creates as housefolk. And maybe you are too flea-brained to realize this, but my injuries are kinda preventing me from moving too much. I don't know if you're basic or something, but I need Broken to heal me." she sighed angrily, adding "Unless you want to kill me right now; end it all."
"No," Blackrabbit simply stated. "I'm not hiding it and we have all we need-- except for one particularly kittypet who seems quite intent on staying put, despite ample evidence that it's a bad idea."
"Look, I can help you. You are either hiding your sickness from whoever you are with, or you don't have the proper herbs. I know a house that I'm pretty sure isn't owned by you "clan cats"! If you let Broken get hear and patch me up, I can repay with catmint." She wasn't sure if that would work. She was being honest, but she definitely wouldn't accept such a stupid deal.
"N- no, I'm fine," Blackrabbit tried to reply between coughs, retreating back toward his patrol.
"Are you okay? Do you need help." She asked, completely ignoring his recent aggression, but the half cat stood next Blackrabbit, glaring menacingly at her.
“Alright, then you get going and we’ll see to him when he arrives,” Blackrabbit meowed, starting to slowly advance toward her before the rumbling growl in his chest turned into a round of loud coughing that stopped him in his tracts.
Halfface silently nodded, unsheathing his claws, waiting for Blackrabbit to make a move. He didn't have much emotion on this topic. It seemed so petty and pointless compared to what has been happening in clan.
Her voice slightly yet noticeably weaker, Holly answered, "He's just a rogue I've been traveling with. He went to go get me something for my wounds, and he'll be back soon."
"And who is this Broken character?" Blackrabbit rolled his eyes, growing impatient with the situation. He glanced toward his patrol members, a question clear in his eyes-- "Let's just get it over with and chase her off. Ready?"
Taking a step forward, Holly meowed, "I could take all-" but then collapsed, unable to support herself because of the pain. "You're right... but I have to wait until Broken gets back."
"I'll take that threat for what it's worth, which ain't much, especially with how injured you look. I don't want this to come to a fight, but you better start heading away or it will. Even if you know how to use those claws of yours, there are three of us and only one of you." Blackrabbit meowed, a low growl rumbling in his chest.
Holly stood up, revealing a bloodstained bottom pelt still slowly dripping. If I'm dying today, I'll die a rogue. Her vision blurred, but it was better in this aggressive stance than lying down. "I'll have you know that this 'kittypet' has fought tougher foes than you. And if you were paying attention to our conversation, the house folk would be the ones hurting you. Have you ever fought ones with claws of their own?"
"Who would be hurting us? It's our territory," Blackrabbit snorted. "Aside from kittypets like you, but it isn't like any of you know how to actually use your claws."
She was definitely not going to be able to walk right now, so leaving wasnt going to be an option. All she could do was stall for as long as possible. “No, I mean how do you claim where they walk? Don’t they try to hurt you?”
"Oh. Kittypet, then?" Blackrabbit meowed and stepped out of the crouch. "Just go back inside and don't leave again, or you're going to run into cats that are less friendly than us."
Holly tried to maintain a steady breath, but thousands of thoughts had already jumbled into her head, running around demanding attention. Broken shouldn't have left me. He's way better at scaring people than me. I probably look like a defenseless pampered kitten with my claws sheathed, laying down. Maybe they'll go away if I convince them I'm too weak to matter. "What? But my... how can a housefolk place be yours?" Did that sound sincere? At least I smell like a kittypet.
Blackrabbit clumsily dropped into a defensive crouch as Holly called out to him and grumbled something rude under his breath, embarrassed at having not so much as noticed the she-cat who was barely twenty fox-lengths ahead of him.
"EclipseClanners," He barked toward her. "You're in our territory."
Holly blinked, as a black tom walked into her view silently, or at least quietly enough to where she couldn't hear. "Broken, is that you?" she asked, as the tom turned around, revealing that only half of his body was black. And then two other cats came into view.
"Who are you?" the she-cat asked. I can't fight them. Hopefully Broken comes back. I need him. Now.
Blackrabbit plodded along with the rest of his patrol, his head low to the ground as he focused on just getting through this as quickly and painlessly as possible, before he could return to his camp and get the rest the medicine cats had ordered him to prioritize.
(As told by him...)
Broken sprinted, swerving over to a nearby alley, his sister Holly stumbling right after him. The incessant and intolerable noise still ran in his ears. It happened all of a sudden, as if without reason, most definitely without reason. Whatever it was, it made hearing practically impossible. He saw Holly sit down, the same look of irritation on her face as his. "Are you okay?" He meowed, but even he himself couldn't hear the words coming out of his mouth. "What?" At least that's what he thought she said to him. He plainly shook his head, and she seemed to understand that he wanted them to wait.
After a while, the ringing lessened, he could hear his breathing, still somewhat heavy. "We're pretty lucky that that twoleg didn't follow us, right?" She smiled, but there was something pained within her voice.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice full of concern.
"Yeah.... I'm fine." She replied. She's most definitely hiding something. Then he noticed the red spreading across her bottom pelt.
"What. Is. That." he asked. What happened? Is that blood? Did you cut yourself? What's wrong?" he said, his voice full of pure panic.
"It was that thing the twoleg had. The thing that went boom."
"But that thing, it wasn't a silverclaw. Did it scratch you?" I thought it was just supposed to hurt the ears. That's what it originally did.
"No, the thing, it went through me." She giggled. "I'm going to die aren't I?"
"No! We'll find out how to fix this!"
She smiled. "It's too late. We have nothing to fix whatever is happening. Just run away, find that clan you were telling me about."
"I will not lose you! I just found in at that d***ed house. I'm going to find you some leaves or whatever to stop the bleeding," he said, stomping off.
She was silent as he left. Leaves won't cut it. What will? He looked behind him, Holly still sitting there in the alley by herself.