Hickory's Folly

[VineStar12]

[atrb=border,3,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][bg=00D83D] . : S I L V E R P A W : . The she-cat nods, happy to be doing something she was more fit to do. The squirrel had already detected them, so she'd have to find another animal. But it was green-leaf, it's so easy to find prey! The silver tabby stalks forward, stomach low to the ground, tail barely a mouse-length above the ground behind her. Her white paws kept silent as her gaze fell on a rabbit. She wiggles her haunches and takes off, giving chase to the brown rabbit. It was a challenge to catch, the rabbit was healthy from the abundant amount of vegetation. But, she eventually caught up with it, knocking over the rabbit with a blow from a front paw. She gives it a nip to the neck and drags the limp body back to Hickorypaw, her yellowish green eyes glowing with excitement. Hunting was her favorite thing! Dropping the rabbit in front of the Westclan apprentice, Silverpaw took a couple steps back and sat down, tail curling around her white paws. "Here, eat.' The apprentice knew she'd have to cover up the trespasser's tracks and scent when he left, her clan could never know about this encounter. She could be severely punished for letting another clan cat stay on her clan's territory and for even feeding him! OOC:

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[Durango]

[bg=black][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] darkstorm Darkstorm's eyes narrowed as he crawled through the underbrush. He thought he had scented some WestClan scent around, and now his suspicions had been confirmed. One of the apprentices of SouthClan was meeeting with a WestClan apprentice. That could only spell trouble. He bared his teeth and crawled out towards them with malice. "What are you doing on our lands, WestClanner?" he hissed to Hickorypaw. He looked at Silverpaw with anger as well. "Have you been speaking with this apprentice? And feeding him food that was meant for our Clan? I ought to rip the ears off the both of you." His threat wasn't in vain. He stalked towards Hickorypaw, with his claws out. He hissed and leaped in an attempt to pin the apprentice to the ground. Darkstorm wasn't known for being tactful, or nice for that matter. As an ex-Raider, he seemed to think that he could do whatever he wanted, no matter what.

[ℳoon 浤]

Hickorypaw watched as Silverpaw skillfully hunted something. She was really good for a younger apprentice. He decided that they must train their apprentices very well in SouthClan. He watched as she set the rabbit down in front of him. "Thank you," he meowed. He bent down and started to eat the rabbit. He suddenly smelled the scent of another SouthClan cat, and he looked up. There was a large, vicious-looking warrior standing over the both of them. Hickorypaw tried to back up, knowing he was going to be in a lot of trouble.

He didn't get far before the larger cat pinned him to the ground. He cried out in fear, even though he hadn't been hurt at all. He knew that there was the chance that this cat would tear him apart. He didn't look like a normal warrior, he almost resembled some kind of rogue. Maybe he had been one of the outsiders who'd joined SouthClan in the past? "Please let me go!" Hickorypaw yowled.

[VineStar12]

[atrb=border,3,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][bg=00D83D] . : S I L V E R P A W : . The Southclan apprentice silently curses herself when Darkstorm came along. Her expression turned from fear to horror when the warrior leaped for Hickorypaw. Her yellowish green eyes blazing with fury, Silverpaw leaps for Darkstorm and tries to bowl him over, her claws unsheathed. "Leave. Him. Alone." she threatens. "An ex-raider wouldn't understand, of course." the silver tabby hisses coldly, her strong canines showing. Why in Starclan would a warrior attack an apprentice from another clan when no battle was going on? Hickorypaw just trespassed was all. They only needed to show him back to his territory. "He was starving, Darkstorm. He couldn't get back to his own territory. Hickorypaw didn't even realized he crossed the border, he was chasing a frog from Westclan's territory." the she-cat growls, her ears flattened against her skull. She never liked Darkstorm. He was an ex-raider, he couldn't be trusted! Like a cat playing with a mouse, the apprentice traces a claw over the fur on Darkstorm's throat gently, yet threateningly. "Now, I'll gladly show him back to his territory soon. Let him eat first. We don't want him topppling over on the way 'cause I'm not carrying him. If this gets mentioned, then no one will probably believe you. You're an ex-raider, and not trusted fully yet by the clan. So, I advise that no word gets out about this encounter or you'll make a fool out of yourself. Okay?" Silverpaw purrs, still tracing the fur on the warrior's throat with her claw. Her evil, manipulating side was showing, only because she wanted to protect Hickorypaw. OOC: Lol, Silverpaw's evil side!!!! <3

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[Durango]

[bg=black][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] darkstorm Darkstorm barely listened to what the apprentice had to say, or any explanations for why Hickorypaw had crossed over the border. He didn't care, and he made it clear that he didn't care by pressing his claws close to Hickorypaw's throat. He could only smirk as Silverpaw attempted to threaten him. "Don't be so silly, little apprentice," he hissed. "What could you do to me? You're half my size. I've taken on several cats at once, and won the bloodiest of battles." He hissed again when he mentioned that the Clan wouldn't trust him if he mentioned this to them. "I've lived in this Clan for longer than you've been alive. Are you certain that they'll believe you over me, or are you simply bluffing?" He pressed his claws down against Hickorypaw's throat, enough to poke the skin but not enough to do any damage yet. "Do you care about this apprentice, Silverpaw? You seem strangely protective of him." His teal eyes flashed with malice. "Now, do tell me, why do you think the Clan would find me a liar if I mentioned that we had a WestClan trespasser? Couldn't I so easily show them all these places that his scent was left? Better yet, maybe this rabbit you had him eating! I'm sure I could turn that into easy evidence of prey theft." His tail was lashing from irritation. He hadn't expected to be met with such opposition from a member of his Clan. He was an ex-Raider, but several of the cats in SouthClan were former outsiders. Though, many of them had been chased out or killed with the rebellion against Montana.

[ℳoon 浤]

Hickorypaw could hardly believe what he was hearing, but he was glad that Silverpaw was trying to protect him. He knew he'd get in trouble for being on WestClan territory, but he hadn't known it would be this bad. His eyes widened when Silverpaw mentioned that Darkstorm had been a raider once. That explained all of his aggression and willingness to draw blood.

Hickorypaw gasped as he felt Darkstorm's claws pricking his throat. He only hoped that Silverpaw could get him out of this situation. Darkstorm seemed stubborn and unwilling to let him go. He couldn't believe that of all cats who could have come along, it had to be such a vicious cat as this. "Don't hurt me," he tried to reason. "If you do, you might start a battle between our Clans!"

[VineStar12]

[atrb=border,3,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][bg=00D83D] . : S I L V E R P A W : . The apprentice glares at darkstorm, her yellowish green eyes cold and harsh. "Leave him alone, fleabag!" she snarls threatenlingly. Her dagger-like claws unsheathed, Silverpaw leaps for the warrior. Being smaller, she comes up from behind and uses her claws to grip to Darkstorm's back, pulling backwards with all her weight, her back claws scratching at the ex-raider's back. She'd have to be nimble, if the warrior decided to roll over she'd be squashed! It'd all be in the timing. She was built for hunting, not fighting, which made her even less of a match. Jumping off, the silver tabby grabs Hickorypaw by the scruff and attempts to drag him away from Darkstorm, panic flashing in her eyes. "I won't let him hurt you, Hickorypaw." the she-cat murmurs quietly to the tom, her eyes focused on her clanmate. OOC: Kind of a fail, I know.

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[Durango]

[bg=black][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] darkstorm He could hardly believe the audacity of this apprentice, trying to start a fight with him. He hissed as she grabbed onto his back, and he swung around to try to get her off. Her claws were sharp for such a young she-cat. When she finally jumped off, he whirled around, baring his teeth. He watched her trying to drag Hickorypaw to safety, and he hissed loudly. "What do you think you're doing?" he growled to her. "As a Clan we have a right to punish trespassers." Though he didn't pay much attention to the warrior code, he was certain he'd heard that mentioned before. At the very least, they were allowed to take cats from other Clans as prisoners if they were found on their territory. He unsheathed his claws and started barreling towards her.

[ℳoon 浤]

Hickorypaw was awed at the fact that Silverpaw would attack one of her own Clanmates just to protect him. She grabbed him by the scruff, causing him to not be able to move, and tried to tug him backwards. She was trying to drag him to safety, but Hickorypaw almost felt embarrassed that he couldn't get up and run for himself.

Darkstorm suddenly came rushing towards them, and he was expecting to be clawed when another SouthClan warrior rushed down the trail and stood in his way. He was smirking, and his ears flicked. "Oh, Darkstorm, are you picking fights with apprentices?" he joked. "I thought you were better than that."

It was Whitemoon, Silverpaw's mentor and a particularly haughty, non-serious, and all-around self centered cat. It was a wonder he'd come to try and figure things out at all. He looked down at his apprentice, who was standing with a cat who smelled of WestClan.

"I think you'd better start explaining yourself," he meowed at her harshly.

[VineStar12]

[atrb=border,3,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][bg=00D83D] . : S I L V E R P A W : . Tail tucked between her legs, ears drooping, Silverpaw cowered before her mentor. I'm in a whole mess of trouble. she thinks to herself, glancing at Hickorypaw. She had left go of the tom's scruff when her mentor, Whitemoon, showed up. "Um..." the silver tabby thinks of an explanation as her worried yellowish green eyes glanced at the Westclan apprentice again before staying on her mentor. "Hickorypaw here crossed the border while chasing after a frog and got lost in our territory. I found him and asked why he was here and such. He seemed rather hungry so I caught a rabbit and let him eat it. If I was going to show him back to his territory, I couldn't have him toppling over from hunger. I can't carry a tom!" she explains, leaving out the part where they were all friendly and stuff with each other. Whitemoon would definitely tell Zephyrstar about this! Then Silverpaw would never become a warrior! The worst scenarios ran through her mind, her yellowish green eyes showing how terified she was. OOC:

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[Durango]

[bg=black][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] darkstorm The ex-Raider stopped short when Whitemoon stepped in his way. His ears went back, and he glared at the other SouthClan warrior. He knew that this was Silverpaw's mentor, and that this was a joke-spewing cat who always had his own interests at heart. With irritation, he lashed his tail as Whitemoon made a sarcastic remark towards him. "Your apprentice was trying to harbor and abed a cat from another Clan," he growled at Whitemoon. "Maybe you should keep her better under control." He glared at Silverpaw and Hickorypaw. He wasn't about to try to fight them again, as he more or less had Whitemoon's support... even if he might try to take a less violent approach to it.

[ℳoon 浤]

When Whitemoon arrived, Hickorypaw was scared that he was going to be in even worse trouble than he had been before. He swallowed, feeling nervous to be surrounded by so many SouthClan cats. He didn't know whether to get up and run, or remain where he was.

Whitemoon listened intently to what Darkstorm had to say. Though he didn't completely trust what the ex-Raider said, he knew that Darkstorm didn't have much of a reason to lie in this occasion. He looked down at his apprentice. "Is it true what Darkstorm says? Were you harboring this apprentice on our Clan grounds?" he asked.

[VineStar12]

[atrb=border,3,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][bg=00D83D] . : S I L V E R P A W : . "No. What Darkstorm says is not true, Whitemoon. He didn't seem to listen to my explanation." she says, casting a glare at the ex-Raider. "I was not haboring this Westclan apprentice. He was chasing a frog, as I have said before, and accidentally crossed our borders. I don't blame him, it takes complete concentration to catch a frog, as I have tried it once. He failed to notice the borders and, when he finally noticed, he had already wandered deep into our territory. I was out looking for a rabbit, they provide more food for the clan, and I stumbled upon the intruder. After questioning, and explaining from him, I was thinking of the shortest route to the nearest border of Westclan's territory that is known to him. I was still making the final touches on my plan when I realized one important factor; what if Hickorypaw passed out from exhaustion or hunger? I could never carry him back, I'm more built for hunting. This is where we get to the aiding accusation from Darkstorm. Yes, you could say I aided him. Only because I was not strong enough to carry him back to his territory if he passed out along the way. I caught him something to eat and when he was finished, I would escort him back to his side of the border. My explaining is done." Silverpaw says, her yellowish green eyes darting to Hickorypaw, who looked terrified. Her eyes sent one clear message to the tom, 'I won't let them hurt you,'. The silver tabby looks back to her mentor, allowing no emotion to show on her face. OOC:

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[Durango]

[bg=black][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] darkstorm The large tom rolled his eyes and flicked his curled ears as he listened to what Silverpaw had to say. He hoped that Whitemoon would punish the little she-cat, even if it was just for feeding Clan prey to an outsider. "Whitemoon, what are we going to do with this WestClan cat?" he meowed, flicking his tail towards Hickorypaw. The WestClan apprentice might be a good prisoner for SouthClan, to hold in exchange for territory, food, or medical supplies. All sorts of possibilities were running through his mind. He looked down at Hickorypaw menacingly.

[ℳoon 浤]

Whitemoon listened to what his apprentice had to say, and he looked down at Hickorypaw. He did not think that the apprentice posed a threat, really, but he wondered if his apprentice had been loose-lipped at all, possibly chatting with the cat. She was known to be outgoing, after all. He looked towards Darkstorm, shaking his head.

"We don't want to take him prisoner if that's what you're thinking, Darkstorm," he meowed. "That will only cause a war between SouthClan and WestClan, and we cannot afford that right now."

Hickorypaw was relieved, but he was still concerned that he was going to get in trouble. They might take him back to his camp and tell the medicine cat about what he'd done, and she'd make him clean the dens for days!