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Battle; yeah. )

Pounce loved the sun. It was bright and it was warm. Monsters were the prime place to collect sun. Their hard coats seemed to absorb every drop of warmth. Tough the darker ones were a bit too hot, so he always went with the lighter ones. The red ones seemed to be the best, even if he stood out. The perks of living near a twoleg area was there was plenty of time to relax. Twolegs were so clumsy and mousebrain. Pounce could find food anywhere. Well, not anywhere anywhere, but most places. For some reason, the twolegs seems to bring blankets and food to eat outside. You would think with a den right over there, they would eat in there. Mousebrains, he silently thought. He cracked one golden eye open to look at the surrounding area. He had picked a large, red monster to sleep on today. This twolegs always seemed to set the monster to rest near the forest, so it was perfect for a quick escape. He rolled to face the rest of the monsters.

Beepaw blinked as her friend jumped into the water. What in the name of SilverClan is she doing? Beepaw though, cocking her head. She slowly made her way towards her friend once Honeypaw seemed to gather her senses. The light breeze was suddenly making the she-cat shiver as the excitement wore off. "Y-yeah, s-she issssn't gonna be too happy." She said, too cold to muster up a proper reply. She longed to be back in the apprentices' den rather than out in the cold. The nest that she had made would not bring too much warmth. She sat down, letting the little sun streaming through the branches warm her pelt.

Hy all)

I have Rowanstripe and Heatherhwisker is finidng Fawnstar.)

Stormie himself had climbed to the top of the tree, the roaming cat searching for the prime place to catch his breakfast. The forest could have some nice woodland prey, but it wasn't what he was feeling. Besides, if he were to be caught clumsily trying to learn how to hunt the forest prey, he would surely be embarrassed. He knew how to hunt in a twoleg nest, but not in the forest. However, the lake was completely different. The days he had spent as a ship's cat had taught him a thing or two about water, and how to catch fish. They were little, but he didn't expect to catch anything he couldn't handle.

He hopped his way down the branches, heading in the direction of the lake. When he arrived, he shook himself, and hopped into the water. He surfaced, shivering, but his thick fur helped warm him. He took a big breath, and sank under the water again, opening his eyes under water, clawing at the lilypads that reached to ensare him. As he paddled to the bottom, he saw thick dents in the sandy leftovers at the bottom. It must be a fin of a trout that had rested recently on the bottom. Swimming for a patch of reeds, he flushed out a large rainbow bass, much bigger than he suspected.

Leaping, or paddling rather, at the chance, he surged forward, spearing the fish in his long claws, and hooking his rows of teeth and long fangs into the fishy flesh, and began to surface. Pushing off the bottom, he surged upwards. As his head broke the surface, he didn't let go of the flailing fish with his jaws, instead treading with his back feet, and gasping through clogged nostrils. And flinging himself onto the beach, wrestling the fish, releasing and then lightning fast, he sunk his teeth into the flesh again. The wound that would really kill the fish would be the moment his claws snagged and ripped through the throat of the fish.

Taking his prize, he went to find a monster to sun himself on top of and eat some of his prey.

(wow. you type alot 'O' )

Night just sneered. "It's all the same. Stupid kits and apprentices." He unsheathed his claws when he noticed that both apprentice's had done so too. "I'm pretty sure you could tail me down anyways," he said sarcastically. "Like any cat from this clan could anyways." Night flicked his tail, and stepping towards both of them. "Go and try."

Honeypaw didn't make any sound as he stepped towards both of them, except maybe a small whimper. He certainly wasn't big in size, but he looked just as scary as any bigger tom, probably even scarier. I wish I could read his mind and know what he would do. But I'm not even a warrior yet, and I'm pretty sure I'll get a different power anyways.

Fawnstar padded towards Bumblepaw as he saw him. "Why'd you leave anyways? You know you have to be treated," her voice was laced in annoyance. "Now, just wait for Heatherwhisker right here. I'll go find those two apprentice's. Just tell her that I'll be near the monster area if she needs me."

Beepaw felt her legs weaken as the tom stepped towards them. She glanced down at his claws before focusing on his face. She sneered. "Any warrior could defeat you." She said, which was true. She knew she had no chance against the tom though. He maybe an uncivilized rogue, but they were a tougher breed of cat. She knew they didn't have anything resembling a warrior code. She made sure to block the way to Honeypaw. After hearing her friend whimper, she guessed Honeypaw wasn't exactly up for fighting. She could fight or distract, hopefully distract, the tom for long enough for Honeypaw to run.

That's okay. Looking back at my post, I didn't give you much to work with. '^^ )

(np ^^)

Night shook Beepaw off, and released Honeypaw. "You cats can't defeat me," he spat. "You're a kit, no matter what anyone else calls you." He didn't bother to clean his claws or sheathe them.
Honeypaw scrambled to her paws, glaring at Night, not caring whether he'd attack again. "You can't go on and attack any cat you'd like! That's just mean!"
"Who said I couldn't? Only you did, didn't you?" Night snarled, baring his teeth. "Because I don't care who I hurt!" You cat's are obviously too soft to live the life of a rogue.

He scented another cat around him, and decided to humor himself, and act as if he didn't see the cat. It was more fun that way, and it would help him figure out if the cat was hostile. If the cat attacked, he would have lost the element of surprise.

Seeing that the twoleg car had been abandoned, he hoped clumsily up, hindered by the huge fish. He dropped it on top of the car, and it left a slimy trail as it skidded across the top. It was warm, and in direct sunlight too. Stormie wouldn't mind sharing with the cat, as soon as he got him all figured out. He couldn't determine quite where he was, but he knew he was upwind, or else he wouldn't have scented him.

Tearing into the fish ravenously, he ate for the first time in days.

Beepaw scrambled to her paws. If this was not a life and death situation, she would have rolled her eyes at Honeypaw's comment. Really, rogues could hurt anyone they wanted. That is what they did. They were like mountain cats, ready to bite when you turn your back. This one was more of a badger. He didn't seem very clever or sneaky. Beepaw stepped forward, hoping to draw his attention towards her. Without thinking, she looked towards Honeypaw, hoping she was get the silent message to just run. They needed help and, with Honeypaw injured, she wouldn't last long fending the rogue off.


Pounce blinked as he watched the cat leap up on the monster. At least the bear-cat didn't see him. He had remained upwind, so he must have not scented him too. Pounce felt upset at the thought. It was pretty lonely living alone and he had become bored just laying on the monster tops. If he stayed a car away, he could run away in enough time.

Now, with a plan, he grinned. This might turn out good. He snuck to the front of the next monster. He jumped up on its nose then on its top. Sure enough, on the next monster over, was the loner. He felt suddenly awkward, not sure what to do with himself. He didn't have much experience with these things. He settled, golden eyes locked on the other tom. "Hello." He said, feeling like he should introduce himself.

Pounce stared at the other tom for a second. He simply blinked. This was some niceties he did not expect. He wasn't really sure how to react. This cat seemed genuine, but he might be mocking Pounce. There was no solid evidence, so he held himself back from snapping. Talk! He commanded himself when he realized he had been staring. "Right. I just-" He stopped himself. I just wanted to talk to someone sounded so...weak and werid. This cat was going to think he was some twoleg cat with half a brain. Well, there was really no other reason and he really didn't want to lie. "wanted to see you." That sounded worse. He groaned. "To talk." He finished lamely. Well, you messed this one up. He thought to himself.