Life as a rogue is simple, no?

[Freeshooter]

This one eyed tom found it no harder to catch a mouse than a two eyed cat did. Having lost his eye during a fight when he was younger to another feline. Freeshooter laid down in the grassy spot where he caught a nice fat mouse and began eating it.

[galeclaw]

Galeclaw wandered out into the grassy fields, having grown tired of dozing in the sun-soaked cliffs near his cave. Another feline captured his interest, a lanky tabby with a strangely missing eye. The tom was feasting on a captured mouse, a simple example of prey. Galeclaw sauntered out into the wilderness, taking a seat relatively close to, yet not near the other tom.

He seemed intriguing for the moment, so the larger feline endured the other's presence for the time being.
"Enjoying yourself, whelp?" he questioned with an arrogant air, his thick, bottlebrush tail flickering in the breeze.

[Freeshooter]

Yellow hue glanced up from the finished meal to look at the big, fluffy tom in front of him. He had yet to attack him so the silver tom didn't move from his spot, but kept on guard. "Who are you calling a 'whelp', dude?" He asked, wondering why he called him that.

[galeclaw]

"You. Whelp." Galeclaw commented with a wry smile. The slighter bodied Tom amused him, which was rare for the Maine Coon. There was something about his eyes that intrigued him. The lankier feline didn't seem the type to willingly submit easily. He was a survivor. Galeclaw respected that.

[Freeshooter]

Freeshooter got to his paws and blinked his eye while flicking his tail at such comment. "Ok, fuzz butt what makes me a whelp?"

[galeclaw]

Galeclaw rested his chin on his paws casually. His expression was one of superficial contentment. There was no one else to interact with in the field presently, but the battle scarred Tom had captured his interest at present. The other Rogue was mouthy and not willing to back down without a fight, a trait that the Maine Coon found to be very impressive.

"Well. First of all, you have managed to capture a mild source of prey and nourishment. Even at a novice standpoint, you obviously know how to handle yourself on the field. You aren't the type to back down easily, unlike many other Rogues I have encountered. You still have a certain... arrogance that those of your age display. However, you appear to have the experience to prove yourself worthy as a combatant. I must say, you strike me as vaguely impressive." he commented with a casual flick of his thick tail.

[Freeshooter]

Well now, wasn't fuzz butt observant? This was something the silver tom was amused by. "Ok if you can guess that much about me. Then how about you guess what my name is. Or is that out of your league, brah?" He asked with a chuckle.

[galeclaw]

Normally, Galeclaw wouldn't let anyone get away with calling him 'fuzzbutt', but he felt relaxed enough to let the comment slide.

"I never said I was psychic." he grumbled, his tail swishing with mild annoyance. "But if I must guess, brah, I would say... Kiddo."

The darker colored cat snickered to himself, curious as to how the other Rogue would react. Would the skinny tom impulsively challenge him to a fight or veiw him as an equal for taking a jibe?

[Freeshooter]

"Looks like your fuzz butt can only guess so much of another cat," he said as his tail swayed from side to side with amusement. Liking his nick name to Galeclaw, but also noting he didn't like it at all. Too bad he was going to stick with it.

[galeclaw]

"Pfft. The name is Galeclaw, to you, Kiddo." the Maine Coon said, rising to a sitting position. The one eyed tom had guts, he had to admit. He liked that, even if the silver feline was kind of silly. It had been a long time since Galeclaw had met anyone that made him laugh. Usually, he was prompted to swat other cats out of his path and go find a nice, ancient tree to climb and brood in.

[Freeshooter]

"And I ain't no Kiddo, fuzz butt. The name's Freeshooter," he stated while laying on his side and stretching out all of his paws before completely rolling over and sitting up. "Besides dude, the nick name suites you." Freeshooter then let out a snicker from his own amusement. As this was about the fourth time he has every came in contact with a maine coon cat. One that he actually took a liking to and kept a conversation with.

[galeclaw]

Galeclaw's furry, slightly tufted ears twitched at the sound of the other cat's name. Freeshooter, huh? Sounds ridiculous...
The Maine Coon arched his spine deeply, stretching out his almost "thumbed" paws. He dug his claws into the moist and grassy earth as he stretched, his mouth opening widely to expose large, dangerous looking canines in the midst of a lengthy yawn. Suffice to say, the elder Rogue was rather relaxed and slightly bored by his current situation.

"Oh. Really." he said in response, narrowing his deep, violet-blue eyes at the heavily scarred tabby. He suddenly leapt at Freeshooter with a surprising agility and speed for a feline of his size and bulk. He managed to knock the one-eyed tom onto the ground and simply sat on him, deciding to take a moment to arrogantly preen his own ruff of fur around his chest and neck. If the other cat had anything to say, maybe Galeclaw would listen... after he was finished grooming himself.

[Freeshooter]

Uh-oh. Freeshooter meowed loudly out of surprise as Galeclaw suddenly leaped into the air with a swift movement compared to his size and promptly pinned him down. He unsheathed his claws as was clawing at the earth to get a grip and to try and toss the big oaf off of him. "Get offa me, you fat lard," mewed the silver tom.

[galeclaw]

"What was that, I thought I heard a small, pathetic noise." Galeclaw said to himself, grinning evilly. He swished his bushy tail and continued to clean himself, raising one paw to rub behind his left ear. That spot always seemed to itch when it started getting warmer, like this...

The Coon just slumped heavily against the tabby, not caring if his weight was becoming unbearable to endure. Really, that was the entire point of this rather humorous lesson.
"This sure is a comfy place to sit." he continued, smirking to himself.

[Freeshooter]

The one-eyed tom kept trying to push himself up enough to throw the overgrown feline off of him. What? Was his fur weighing a hundred pounds alone? Sheesh, it wasn't fair that he was heavier than him. "I can't breath here, fuzz butt," he mewed out pitifully as Galeclaw seemingly getting heavier and heavier with each breath.

[galeclaw]

Feh. Might as well get up. He didn't want to kill Freeshooter... yet. He was proving to be quite the entertaining little moron. Galeclaw made sure to take his sweet time before he finally stood back up and walked a few paces to the side.

"If you don't want to experience near asphyxiation again, I suggest you cease the annoying one-liners and quips." he drawled, puffing his chest out a bit. "Where did you crawl out of, anyway? Get exiled from one of those clans? Bunch of power hungry freaks, if you ask me." he said, swiping at a grasshopper that dared to venture too close.

[Freeshooter]

As soon as the fluffier feline moved, the smaller feline quicker scrambled to his paws and moved away from Galeclaw. "Yo, dude, that was totally uncalled for." He said while panting to get his breath back. Yellow hue glanced over at him when the other tom mentioned if he was in a clan before. "Nah, brah. Always been a free feline."