Post by pants on Jul 16, 2019 5:22:20 GMT
"I don't think my buddies wanna see you either, so I'm glad we can at least come to that conclusion.." He meowed, barely even looking at the she cat now as he groomed himself. Now that he was sure this outsider wasn't a threat to him, he didn't bother to act overly conspicuous of her. His words still flew out faster than a mother sterling protecting her nest, but his body language was a bit more relaxed, yet confident. He would still peek at her now and then from the corner of his eyes just to make sure she wasn't going to bolt towards him from her spot at the far end of the tree's shadow.
"Well, how am I supposed to know what you outsiders name yourselves? I was just taking a wild guess...." He stopped grooming his fur to check out his claws, making sure there was nothing in between his toes, admiring his sharp weapons in the process, an aloof look upon his face. "I guess Magpie works, too, though. Annoying things, really..." He had had a few run ins with magpies. No matter how he tried to catch or fend them off, they always knew how to get the best of him. It always frustrated Ocelotjaw knowing that he could be outwitted by a bird. Thankfully, they mostly resided in IvyClan's forest territory.
"Geez, you ask a lot of questions, don'tcha?" he lowered his paw, looking to her with his wide, sharp, yellow eyes with a look of growing irritation. "You really must be new around here to not know that the area around these thunder trails belong to the clans, huh? Each clan has its own distinctive scent to mark their borders, so that should be easy enough for you to figure out." The tom huffed. "There's MothClan, IvyClan, MistClan, and RootClan. Have fun guessing which one is which. Hopefully you don't run into a border patrol on your adventure, or whatever you wanna call it. They'll send you back to where ever you came from with your tail in between your legs." The tom flicked his lilac spotted tail, frustrated. Was this other cat really that oblivious? Where did she come from, anyway? The rouges around the area knew about the clans and where their borders lay. Her chase after the rabbit must have distracted her from crossing the strong border smell...
"...And StarClan is where our ancestors reside after they pass. They also like to advise us on what we should do when dealing with your kind." He decided to rise to a sitting position, looking down to the newcommer with a scornful look and a puffed up chest, a furrowed brow and a look of ascendancy reflected how he began to feel about this trespasser. "Any other questions, Scarface?" Ocelotjaw retorted to the name she had given him, seeing how 'Scarface' had gotten a rise out of her.
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terra
"Well, how am I supposed to know what you outsiders name yourselves? I was just taking a wild guess...." He stopped grooming his fur to check out his claws, making sure there was nothing in between his toes, admiring his sharp weapons in the process, an aloof look upon his face. "I guess Magpie works, too, though. Annoying things, really..." He had had a few run ins with magpies. No matter how he tried to catch or fend them off, they always knew how to get the best of him. It always frustrated Ocelotjaw knowing that he could be outwitted by a bird. Thankfully, they mostly resided in IvyClan's forest territory.
"Geez, you ask a lot of questions, don'tcha?" he lowered his paw, looking to her with his wide, sharp, yellow eyes with a look of growing irritation. "You really must be new around here to not know that the area around these thunder trails belong to the clans, huh? Each clan has its own distinctive scent to mark their borders, so that should be easy enough for you to figure out." The tom huffed. "There's MothClan, IvyClan, MistClan, and RootClan. Have fun guessing which one is which. Hopefully you don't run into a border patrol on your adventure, or whatever you wanna call it. They'll send you back to where ever you came from with your tail in between your legs." The tom flicked his lilac spotted tail, frustrated. Was this other cat really that oblivious? Where did she come from, anyway? The rouges around the area knew about the clans and where their borders lay. Her chase after the rabbit must have distracted her from crossing the strong border smell...
"...And StarClan is where our ancestors reside after they pass. They also like to advise us on what we should do when dealing with your kind." He decided to rise to a sitting position, looking down to the newcommer with a scornful look and a puffed up chest, a furrowed brow and a look of ascendancy reflected how he began to feel about this trespasser. "Any other questions, Scarface?" Ocelotjaw retorted to the name she had given him, seeing how 'Scarface' had gotten a rise out of her.
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terra