[ti]Private[/ti]Anti-This and Anti-That

[Fireflake]

A tabby tom wandered through the park, the cool sunlight glowing in his ginger and almost-white fur. His pelt was streaked with the scents of the anti-clan alliance-- the rogue group-- and with dust that he hadn't bothered to groom out. Tiny brown flakes clung to the upright hairs. He paid them no notice. There was something unmistakably distant in the way he ambled about the park, and the way that simple spots of light could hold his interest when complex scents could not.

The only thing that did seem to catch his eye was a plastic bottle full of water. He crouched down beside it. The thing was old and looked as if it had lay on its side for quite some time. His paw hit the side and the water sloshed, falling out of place and then quickly back. Now that the toy had his attention, it was the only thing he gave any attention to. He batted it from side to side and scratched along the crevices until finally he found the cap. He couldn't pull it off. It wouldn't budge under his claws, and would seem to be coming off when he pulled with his teeth but would look no different when he pulled back to check.

Finally, with a dejected expression and sore teeth, Scorpio discarded the bottle and continued on his walk beside the hard Twoleg paths.

[Storm]

Raptor
Outsider | Rouge | Tom | 32 Moons | Heterosexual

A messy white pelt ruffled  in the chilled breeze through the trees. A lanky tom cat was laid out lazily on a branch in the tree he called his home. His paw swung from where it hung as he played in the rolling wind. Raptors sun-ice mixed gaze peered out over the landscape through slits from his high vantage point. The feline had spotted the tabby from some distance, he watched with some amusement as the other tom found a play thing. 

The wind had shiffted as the feline moved to stroll on. It grabbed the toms scent and carried it to Raptor, it caught him by surprise and the white feline propped himself up on his elbow. His ears pushed forward and he watched more intently now. A wicked grin crawled across Raptors face as he tasted the Anti Clan-clans smell on his tongue. It seemed that Raptor too had found himself a toy. His long tail flicked behind him as he tried to be patient as the cat drew nearer. The white tom wondered if the rouge group member had caught his scent earlier and was aware of his presence or if he was oblivious. The folliage smell that clung to his pelt never entirely covered the hint of blood that always followed him around, if the tabby did catch the wind of Raptor he would be wise to act with more caution. 

As the tom neared Raptors tree the feline stood and dropped down to the earth before the cat. He stood tall, his long fur disguising his skinny frame, making the cat seem much larger than he was. Raptors tail curled off to the side and he grinned at the new feline. Raptor was a known enemy of the rouge group, would this cat recognize him? This was going to be fun.  

NOTE: I typed this out on my phone so I apologize for any errors. I’ll edit later when I have time. 
EDIT: Added my format.

[Fireflake]

Scorpio continued to trot along with no indication that he had noticed the other tom but no visible surprise when said tom leapt down in front of him. The rogue stopped abruptly as a look of vague distaste found a place in his expression. His pale green eyes steadily met the mixed yellow-and-blue of the stranger. They took a moment to focus, then narrowed at the gleeful look on that white face.

Scorpio's tail-tip, previously hanging in a lazy curve over his back, flicked sharply. "Excuse me."
He swerved away from the tom in his path and moved to pass, but paused a fox-length away and looped back around to face Raptor. "Do I know you?" he demanded. His earlier indifference was still very much present, but sharp curiosity had now poked through as well.

[Storm]

Raptor
Outsider | Rouge | Tom | 32 Moons | Heterosexual

Raptors demeanor was relaxed, standing before the unflinching tom.  The tom audibly let out a single sharp chuckle as the cat moved along with such few words.  How boring, he thought lifting a forepaw to his mouth and letting his tongue make a few passes at the unorganized fur.  He heard the feline's paw steps stop soon after he walked by, Raptor didn't bother to adjust his paws to face the tom; Instead he allowed his head to lazily roll to the side so he could gaze back.  At this goofy angle he watched the rouge group members lips ask- no, demand information from him.  Maybe he was right before, this would get fun.  

The white cat offered nothing in response, he simply shifted around to square up to the cat.  He didn't want to be in an awkward position if things went bad, Raptor had a way of bringing out the worst in others after all.  "HmMmmMmm…" He hummed out a purr in false thought,  "Don't think we've met but I know whatcha are."  What- not who. The tom had no intention of sharing his name, he wasn't sure how much information the rouge group had on him and he wasn't about to give any unnecessary details.  

[Fireflake]

"What I am?" Scorpio repeated, his eyes once again locking onto those of the white cat. This time the glazed look passed much quicker and he seemed to be searching for something. "And what's that? A cat, a tom, a tabby..?"
He let his head tip a bit to the side. "Or annoyed with your antics? I'm sure you have something better to do than play games with random cats that pass by."

He broke away his stare to let his eyes dart across the tom, then quickly returned them to their place. The stranger was thinner than a kittypet but still appeared less so than Scorpio. He wondered if that fur helped to disguise his form as Scorpio's own perpetually-bristling pelt did for him. He didn't wonder for long, his interest already drifting again. "Did you get in my way for a reason or can I get on with my day now?" the rogue challenged bluntly.

[Storm]

Raptor
Outsider | Rouge | Tom | 32 Moons | Heterosexual

Out in the outskirts, really what were they all?  HA! Cat, tom, tabby... These words were to simple, to light.  Try rouge, murderer, maybe even evil?  Or maybe the rouge was passing judgment to quickly on this one, but he had a good feeling he was right.  The way this tom didn't bother to focus on his eyes, he seemed to think himself better and Raptor would knock him down a little if it came to that.  The white tom remained silent and listened with a smug look as he didn't bother to respond.  

He'd bite on this game the tom wanted to play, "Well actually you see, this is my territory," his tail flicked up to the tree he dropped down from.  Sure they all shared this twoleg land, but the tom did pride himself on this one fox-length of ground surrounding his tree.  "Normally I'd be fine letting you pass, but you seemed interesting enough and turns out you are- anti-clanner." His transparent whiskers twitched at the groups scent that held on the cats pelt.  

[Fireflake]

Scorpio nodded his understanding and lifted a paw when told he was on the tom's territory, but made no move to leave. His paw hovered for a moment then fell back to the ground. His gaze flicked to the other rogue's tree. Raptor was talking again by this point and Scorpio's attention was tugged back by his labeling. "Oh," he said softly. His uninvolved posture fell away and he stared into the stranger's eyes with new recognition. "Oh, and you're an enemy of the alliance."

He gritted his teeth and flicked an ear, irritation filling the holes that his curiosity quickly drained out of. "And you want me to stick around for you to... bug? Fight?"
Scorpio took a deep breath, returning him to a somewhat balanced state he hadn't been in for around two days now. He flicked his tail out of the way and sat down to probe, "What's your problem with us?"

[Storm]

Raptor
Outsider | Rouge | Tom | 32 Moons | Heterosexual

He shrugged as the tom put the pieces together, his mixed gaze held intently on the cat as he grew agitated.  It was amusing, but he held back expressing such to not push things farther for the moment.  "Mhhh… I never said I wanted to fight now, did I?"  Raptor mewed mischievously; clearly he had started this encounter, but he wouldn't start the fight.  That would kill the fun of it.  His tail tip twitched curiously as the tom gathered himself again.

Raptors muscles relaxed as the tom sat, he tilted his head back and peered down at the cat through narrowed eyes as he thought.  "Fool," he mumbled under his breath, it wasn't meant as an insult just part of the toms thought process.  "Let me ask you why you have a problem with the clans then?"  His muzzle crinkled into a scowl, "Before you answer 'oh they've made our outsider lives so terrible', consider how your actions have affected the rest of us out here.  Some of us have never had issues with the clanners before but you've put them so on edge they're a danger to all of us now.  They're so eager to associate any of us with you, ready to blame and execute innocent outsiders for others actions."  Raptors tail lashed against his side a few times as he spoke his piece before letting out a breath himself.  

[Fireflake]

Scorpio leaned forward slightly but kept his mouth shut at the opportunity to share his thoughts on the clans. His eyes narrowed. Once Raptor had actually finished speaking, he didn't hesitate to respond sharply. "And you blame us for that? The clans have always been that way. It's always been their belief that they're entitled to certain places, and they've always threatened violence to keep outsiders away."

His tail-tip flicked. "The killing is newer but not surprising."
The rogue stiffened ever so slightly. "They don't bother to discriminate between threats and neutrals, and they don't care enough for outsider lives to check anymore before they attack."
The tom's tone, which had wavered subtly between calm and bitter, settled firmly into the latter. "Their ideas are dangerous and the ways they express them are worse. That's why I have a problem with them. And you have a problem with us because we've brought out their paranoia?"

[Storm]

Raptor
Outsider | Rouge | Tom | 32 Moons | Heterosexual

He was right, Raptor would give him that.  The clans owned the forest and no one said that was fair, but it was life.  Let the clans have the forest, let them fight amongst themselves for the land.  The white tom only offered a nod of acknowledgement to the statement.  He let the tom finish, just as he had allowed Raptor to speak and then his maw parted, "Yes, but until you they didn't consider us threats.  Occasional nuisances yes, every one in a while some mouse brain attacked them... but nothing of the war your group brought." Raptor stood quietly now, his head leaning to the side as he examined the toms positioning.  

"They're born into those ideas, just like a kittypet is born into a soft life.  It's not something that's easily changed once you're used to it.  Breaking from tradition and responding to violence doesn't always bring out the best in cats."  Raptor wouldn't have had an issue if this group had formed under better intentions; to protect the outsiders border, to get rid of nuisance rouges, but no, they formed a clan because they hated clan ideology and that just didn't sit well with him. "I have a problem with you because you're the same as what you fight against.  I've heard the whispers on the wind, you can tell me that your death water only killed clanners that were threats... Not a single neutral died drinking it? If you consider those necessary casualties I'd argue your groups ideas and actions are just as flawed."