[ti]Private[/ti]Intruder

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Starling had crept from her hidey hole in search of food; today, Starling headed towards MistClan territory. She typically tried to avoid MothClan entirely since they would actually probably kill her should she be caught (at least, that’s what she thinks). IvyClan territory was the most familiar to the young she-cat, but she’s been hunting there most of the time. That, in addition to the fact that her scent has changed quite a bit from IvyClan’s scent which makes it where she can no longer sneak around mostly unnoticed.

Starling’s den is outside of Clan territory, but she crosses into MistClan territory without a second thought or a pause. She heads to the forest area near the border of IvyClan, planning on hunting there. Unfortunately, Starling isn’t being overly observant at the moment; she doesn’t notice the she-cat nearby...

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FOXFLIGHT >>

    The fire-pelted she-cat stalked quietly through the forest, her belly fur raking the ground underneath as she searched for prey. She was on a solo hunting patrol, which she generally did because she  wasn't the best as being social with the rest of her Clan. The scent of rabbit had caught her nose and she had been following it for quite some time now. As she neared the creature, she could just barely make out it's whiskers hiding in some foliage. Her tail ticked impatiently, edging ever so closely until she was a mere fox length away from it. Foxflight was practically holding her breath at this point. But then, a snap, and the rabbit darted off. The warrior raced after her prey, falling short as it disappeared into a hole under a tree. "Mouse dung!" She spat, whirring around to see where the noise that scared off her prey came from. Then she spotted her, another young she-cat. A growl rose in her throat, this must be one of those filthy rogues! Oh she'd show her a thing or two. 

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Starling doesn’t notice the clan cat’s presence until she hears the sound of a running cat followed by “Mouse dung!” spat from not all that far away. The young loner jumps a little bit in surprise, instantly turning on a paw to face the presumably MistClan cat. The young she-cat’s ears flatten as she considers whether she should run or whether she should fight. Not getting caught would have been the best choice, and the rest of Starling’s options don’t seem like they’ll end with favorable outcomes for the loner. Perhaps she’ll just see how this goes then. Fleeing is always a good backup plan; Starling doesn’t have so much pride that she can’t turn tail and run if it looks like an unwinnable battle.

“I’m not looking for a fight.” Starling starts. Despite her words, her ears flatten against her skull and she lowers her head as she goes into a naturally defensive position. “I’m sorry that I cost you your prey. Wasn’t my intention to disrupt your hunting.” She tries an apology, as based on the sound of the mysterious warrior’s short run then loud curse, Starling can guess that she had accidently made a noise that had interrupted the other she-cat’s hunt. Oops. Starling’s hunt has not gotten off to the best of starts.

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FOXFLIGHT >>

    “I’m not looking for a fight.” The MistClan warrior eyed the she-cat wearily, unsure whether to believe her intentions or not. She crept up closer to the cat, but made sure to keep a safe distance. She had quite the strange scent to her...nothing like she would imagine rogue to smell, but she did catch a faint, dying scent of IvyClan on her. Interesting. Foxflight let her guard drop a little, her fur flattening on her back as she looked quizzically at the stranger. "Who are you?" She asked firmly, looking the dark cat up and down. She seemed slightly familiar, but she couldn't quite put a whisker on as to why. Her tail swayed quietly in thought as she waited for a reply, thinking back to the juicy rabbit that was so close to her claws. "You owe me lunch, regardless." She finished, matter of factually. 

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Starling allows her ears to perk back up as the warrior’s fur starts to flatten back down. She raises her head, no longer in her defensive stance, though her tensed muscles are ready to flee should she need to. “My name is Starling, and I am a loner.” The smoky she-cat answers, shifting her weight uncomfortably. She doesn’t quite look like she knows whether she wants to stay and chat or to run right now.

Her decision is made once she hears the other warrior say that Starling owes her lunch. The loner chuckles with a nod. “I’ll see what I can do about that.” Starling mews. It’s likely that some MistClan warrior will find a randomly dead piece of freshkill here at the border within the next day or two, more as a joke than as actually repaying the debt. Unless she’s allowed to continue her hunt right now, which Starling believes is highly unlikely.