[ti]Private[/ti]A Lesson Taught

[silverfang218]

Benny actually wasn’t lost for once. He was making an effort to learn his surroundings so he gets lost less often; he doesn’t want to feel Swift’s wrath anymore. It’s not going great, but he has ventured out of town and still feels confident that he knows which way is home; home was just across the tracks. Steps in the right direction for Benny.

Or not so much. It wouldn’t be the first time that he has wandered outside of the town, but this far he has been lucky enough to not meet any hostile cats. No hostile warriors at least. The kittypet can detect the scent of wild cats in the area, but he doesn’t recognize it might be a clan. He believes they left the clan cats back in the mountain. And, of course, he has never heard of MothClan; he would recognize the names of both MistClan and IvyClan, but the thought of a new, more aggressive clan is foreign to him (though clan cats are typically rather hostile to kittypets anyways).

As such, the tom is humming softly to himself as he strolls through MothClan territory, completely unaware that he is just asking for trouble. What could possibly go wrong.



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((You can beat him up now XD))

[Mama]

Lusterface was patrolling near the kittypet border, her glossy pelt shifting with her muscular frame. The she-cat's head was raised slightly in a superior manner, and her tail bounced rather elegantly at her heels. The scent of dust and sweet soap filled the air, easily identified as a kittypet. "Typical." The oriental feline muttered with a sigh.

The taste made her nose twitch in disgust, she could tell the illusion of flowers was fake, and the dust was most likely the dried prey they usually munched on. Even the wet stuff was bile, on her account as she was once fed a bit during a shortage of prey by a twoleg. Pity cats chose to stay with those creatures then with their own kind.

As the tom slowly appeared in sight, she could feel her teeth baring. Uck, it was a filthy kittypet. As he hummed to himself she couldn't help but be reminded of a dying bee, and his pawsteps were loud enough to scare any prey away; Luckily kittypets couldn't usually hunt. Bunching her muscles up on the path ahead, she waited for him to near, before leaping out with a snarl. Her claws hit pelt with a thud, and she slammed her hind legs into his soft belly before standing on him while pulling his collar up to choke him. Weak.

[silverfang218]

Benny is caught by surprise by being pounced on by a warrior; he hissed as the claws met his pelt, scoring solid hits even as the warrior’s hindlegs dig into his underbelly. He is not surprised by the jaws closing on his collar; it is a weakness that many cats take advantage of when fighting, and Benny has been attacked many, many times in the past. The slender kittypet pulls his head back, easily sliding off the collar. His housefolk would be upset that he lost another collar, but it is simply a weak point in a fight.

Then the small, slender Bengal twists in an attempt to unbalance the cat standing on top of him. While Benny is a pacifist (when there is no one in danger other than himself at least), he is pretty good at defending himself though he is no match from a cat trained in combat, like a warrior.