.Big.City.Dreams.

[Wishclaw]

Well then. Long time, no see, world she once knew so well.

Wishclaw sat upon a stump, the broken, skinny tree decaying beside her. Decaying was such an ugly word. But ironically, the tree smelt rather good. She knelt down, and took a whiff, pushing her rump up into the air as she moved her snout closer. A long, skinny tail rose stood erect, much like a flag, as she inhaled in earthy scents. Fat, juicy looking beetles scittered and scurried across the rotting wood, along with worms, ants, and all that good stuff.
Mmm, nature.

Jade hues glittered with excitement as she turned and looked towards the horizon, her whiskers twitching with anticipation. A rainbow cut beautifully threw the sky, arching over the land and disappearing in what appeared to be the forest.
This, this would be the day.

... And this was why Wishclaw disappeared.

The she-cat had spotted a vibrant rainbow dancing across the azure above one day, long ago, when she was having a merry old time skipping through Mistclan territory. It was one of the most beautiful things she'd ever layed eyes on. But then she thought to herself: Where does it does it start? And where does it begin?

And just began her journey.

You could say she abandoned her clan. And perhaps she did. But one must remember, Wishclaw was a bit... Simple minded sometimes. She loved her clan, she really did; but her thoughts were filled with rainbows. She wanted to know. She had to know! She had a new goal in life. To find the end of the rainbow!

There was the complication, however, that rainbows... Don't last long.
Ah, well. She was determined, you could give her that.

"Woohoo~" Came her delicate, musical voice, and she leaped off the stump and continued with her quest. "If you've got it all figured out, what is there to shout about~?"

[Bladeraptor]

“No fair challenge may be ignored.” The lagging, limping tom growled the words, his dry throat rasping with each breath he took. It was something beyond pride that kept him going for so long without water, the sun beating down fiercely on him even against the coolness of the air – harsh and high overhead. “All challenges must be fair. Failure is to be punished.” He had taken, during the time he had entered this area and found himself lost, to wandering in circles without any water but what dew he could lap from any low leaves. At night, when it was bitterly cold, he had laid in a small hole under a small fallen tree and curled up, shivering well into the night before finally reaching true slumber.

Bladeraptor had taken in the time he had gotten up and set out, just before the dawn of the morning sun, to chanting his Warrior’s Code to himself – although seeing as it may how clans seemed to differ from the clan of his birth it was not even that anymore…but had become his own personal Code of Honor, “Successful treachery keeps the leader strong. It is an honor to die for one's cause.” Another wheezing breath, a misstep, and the brown tabby was knocked head over heals over a large branch he had not noticed been in the way, so focused on the task of moving forward.

As the tom lay there, panting where he had fallen with hardly the strength left to get up, he could hear a voice venturing in his general directly. Hastily he attempted to call out, only capable of making a crackling growl before he gave up.

Bladeraptor, the tom whose pride and honor and duty did not allow him to give up, did. There was nothing for him to fight, no one standing before him that he could place blame for causing his weakness and challenge to a proper fight, of his for was that of dehydration. “No fair challenge..” He started, half under his breath, as one by one he gathered each of his paws under him and forced himself to rise, to totter haphazardly in the general direction of the voice’s owner. Maybe they…they were willing to point him towards water. He could make it on his own after that.

“…it is an honor to die for one's cause.”

[Wishclaw]

"This midwest town is gonna miss you! Woohoo~"

She continued to sing, tilting her head back and singing into the sky. She pranced in time to her self-created music, tail swishing in the air behind her to the beat. "Just go ahead and work it out," she stopped on the spot, looking at her destination-- the fading rainbow in the distance. "but first come on and let it out~!"

It got awfully lonely, wandering around on her own like this. And what other way to keep herself amused but singing and dancing? Though, that tended to drive other cats away, she'd noticed... But as her mother had always told her, 'those who care don't matter, and those who matter don't care.' So. If anyone couldn't put up with her, apparently it meant they didn't matter? But everyone mattered. Her mother's old sayings always confused the creamy coated she-cat. Where did her mother get them from, anyway? Fortune cookies? Wait. What WAS a fortune cookie? She remembered her mother talking about them. Apparently they tasted good...

What. What?

The ex-warrior fell silent, casting her jade hued eyes around. There was someone else nearby. She could hear them talking. Her sensitive ears stood erect, twitching ever so slightly to catch the noise. Swivel, swivel, stop. Found it. With a swish of her tail, the female stalked off in the direction of the talking, momentarily distracted from her fading, colorful goal.

A tom. A tom? Well then.
He didn't look all that well.

She stopped, paws together, a few tail lengths from him, her head cocked to one side curiously, but a dash of concern was apparent in her facial features.

"Howdy do, neighbor!" She said to him as a greeting, a cheshire cat-like smile spreading across her maw. "You look a bit wobbly, are you drunk? Do you require assistance?" But then she paused for a moment, smile fading. "You have no intentions of eating me, right? .... Right?"

[Bladeraptor]

This was madness.

Bladeraptor couldn’t understand it. How had his adventures brought him so far into hostile lands? He had been keeping close to the lands he was familiar with, although not too close to be swept into the War all over again, but had drifted somehow into the valley he knew nothing of. It…wasn’t so bad, maybe, not like he could have gone back to his birth clan in any case. He wouldn’t have wanted to – Cursestar had broken the Code. He had allowed for an unsuccessful traitor to leave the clan alive, when he should have been terminated on the spot. Such a break in honor disgusted the tom almost as much as his own act had been – leaving his new clan to their fates.

He would die honorably for his own cause. He just had to find that cause all over again, and never step a wavering paw away from his path.

How much longer could he continue going? How much time would be left before he was incapable of continuing on? He was a Warrior, bound to his Code of Honor, but he had no grand delusions concerning his own mortality. “…all challenges must be fair…” Then, suddenly, he wasn’t alone. A flick of an ear was the only thing that occurred when the she-cat stalked towards him and stopped a few tail-lengths away, barely even listening to the annoying babble that flowed so easily from her mouth. Erg. The told right there how ill he was feeling, such a thing was typically considered an annoyance which then led to him reacting in aggression…yet, there was no true reaction.

Those limewire green eyes of his trained on the she-cat, seemingly as if Bladeraptor expected her to ghost away, to just been some apparition his stricken mind had conjured up. “Hm.” He started; a rasp of air in and out as he took a bit, before continued in his growling tones, “I'm sure I've eaten vermin before that has tasted better then you.” Yes, it was an insult in return – maybe there was still a spark of annoyance that had managed to snake into the warrior’s shell.

Wobbling a bit, he took a paw step forward before standing straight, all visual signs of weakness [aside from the bitter weariness burning in his eyes and the obvious harshness as he breathed] vanishing as he willed them away. “Water…tell me, cat. Where is there water…here?”

[Wishclaw]

Although Wishclaw was known to be a bit slow at times in the concept of 'thought procress' she could pick out that this tom didn't seem incredibly friendly. As made obvious by his comment. But being the bubbly [and apparently babbly] feline she was, Wishclaw chose not to care. Surely he might be a bit nicer deep down inside? She herself could get pretty cranky sometimes, especially when angered. Though it usually was hard to tick her off... Though she never liked getting thorns in her paws. Nope. But no one liked that. She also didn't like being hit. But no one liked that either.

...... Right. Back on track here.

Her smiled returned. "Really? I must know of these vermin! Because I assure you, I'm very delicious." She paused, then seemed to stare at the air in front of her face for a moment, going a tad cross-eyed. "..... I think. It's been awhile."

When he spoke again, she appeared to awaken from her trance of staring at nothing. She blinked, and her eyes refocused, looking at his with obvious friendliness. He had pretty eyes. She liked them. Very saturated, very bright. It was a nice color.

But she swished her tail a bit. Should he be standing? He hadn't been looking all too great... Water? She knew where there was water.

"Yes!" She exclaimed, pleased that she could be helpful. She hopped on the spot, then turned and jabbed a paw in a direction she knew lead to water. "Thataway!" She glance at him, tail giving a little flick as it stood up in the air behind her. "Want me to get it for you?"

There was moss around here somewhere she could soak water up with and bring it to him... She thought.

[Bladeraptor]

Bladeraptor…nice? He was a Warrior, a soldier even, true kindness wasn’t a part of his makeup. To him, the world was clearly defined between those that were strong and those that were weak – and as long as he stayed true to the path he would remain strong. It was a shame, really, that many of his brethren had stopped following the Code; twisting it and interpreting those ancient words to their own means, just had he had been shamed and found himself again out of it. They would get their own though, in due time. When he died Starclan would be there, waiting to accept him amongst their Warrior’s ranks. And there would be no Cursestar. Nor none of his supporters.

You see, Starclan was where all those who stuck loyally to the Code their entire lives went to – if one betrayed the Code it was fated they be forever lost to the Pit.

This cat, she was an odd one. A few screws loose and missing in her mind, if Bladeraptor had any say in the manner in judging her. Mentally, he just had to give a sigh – things just did not get any easier now did they? He had been sent a weak, simple-minded she-cat to assist him, ugh. “Go find a cannibal and tell that to, cat, I stand by my previous words.” He grated, tail flicking crossly – both at the she-cat as well as himself, for being just too weary and thirsty to remove himself, aptly, from her pesky presence pronto.

“Just..show me to it, cat. I can make it.” Outrage joined the weariness in his gaze for a moment – he was a warrior, not a leader to be catered to. If he could not get the water himself then he should perish where he stood – undeserving of the honor he proudly carried. Help just didn’t click too well in his mind. Still unsteady but unwavering in what he had said, the tom doggedly started padding off in the direction she had pointed in – narrowly missing ungracefully face-planting the ground again due to the narrow dodge of a jutting bush branch. He stopped there, glowering at the branch then glancing back to the silly she-cat, “If you’re going to lead to the water, cat, then get leading.” A sharp growl followed, as the tom waited impatiently.

[Wishclaw]

Well... Bladeraptor might not be nice [or atleast not admit to it, ho hum], but Wishclaw certainly was. She was nice enough for two cats. Or three cats. Or fourteen. Simply put, Wishclaw loved everyone unless given a reason not to. And even then, unless she was in a bad mood, she was still pretty nice. This goofy feline could be one of those hippie-humans. Love and peace, man, love and peace.

However. Wishclaw still was a warrior. She knows how to fight. Whether or not she would is a different matter. But the fact remains she still has the knowledge, and still has the strength in her young body to do so. This spotty kitty had managed to live rather healthy.

.... Unlike this tom she just met? He still looked wobbly. Like he was drunk. Maybe he had been rolling in catnip? Wishclaw sniffed, standing where she was. No, no catnip. She liked catnip. It smelled nice. Nice like the tom's eyes.

... Cannibals?

"But cannibals are meannnnnnn...." She mewed, taking on an upset look. Did he want her to get eaten? That's not very nice. Maybe she should kick his butt. But then again, that's not very nice either. Still, it was a tempting thought.

Oh. Right. Water. She watched him. Not very accepting of help, was he? Ah, well, not much she could do about that. She jumped to her feet, and skipped a little bit ahead before stopping and looking back at him, swishing her tail. Was he following? Yes? No? Yes? She pranced ahead a bit more. Now was he?

She looked down the slope. There was the pond. She had passed it earlier. There was bugs in it. She had swatted at them. But the water tasted good. Hopefully some water would make the tom be a little nicer!
... A girl could dream.

[Bladeraptor]

Catnip? Bladeraptor? No, that was a foolish thought for the she-cat – he never dallied with such an overpowering substance. Then again, it wasn’t as if she would know such a fact, no did he expect her too, and yet here she was still talking? The brown tabby raised a brow slightly when she whined about cannibals being mean…did she knew much about the world about her? “Not all cannibals are mean, just like not all kind cats are truly nice or all honorable warriors truly honorable. It takes all kinds, cat – remember appearances can be deceptive. Remember that, cat.” He snorted and was completely done with the conversation – not planning to add another word concerning it.

Wasn’t it sad how plans had a way to go wrong?

He was following.

Did the she-cat consume something that made her so energetic? Every time she glanced back he was padding after her, limewire green eyes narrowed crossly at having to rely on such a creature for assistance. Ugh. This was beyond undignified. “I hope you know where we’re going, cat.” For your sake.. He finally hissed, lagging behind yet not willing to bend down and break and then be shown to be weak.

He was not weak! Bladeraptor paused for a moment; taking a good look around…he hadn’t wandered through this area quite yet. “How large is this valley?” Well. If he had to rely on the she-cat [for now]…he might as well get as much information out of her as he possibly could. Glaning back to the she-cat he grumbled and took off, following her – this water better be close, grawh.

[Wishclaw]

She listened to him lecture her for a moment, brow furrowing. Well... yeah. There were all sorts of different cats. She supposed that was a bit of a stereotype, but... "But cannibals eat other cats..." She murmured, trying to get her point across to both him, and herself. "Other cats can think and talk and have families and lives... How can you eat someone like that?" But then she froze, the gears in her mind turning, but slowly. "..... Mice and birds could have thoughts and might be able to talk... And have familes... And lives..." Her jade eyes widened in horror. "Oh Starclan!! I'm a horrible cat! I eat cute little mice and pretty little birds!" Her tail lowered at this realization. She was a bad cat. A bad bad cat. Eating little mothers and fathers and brothers and sisters.

Wait. Didn't all cats do that? Hmm.

Wishclaw then noticed that he was referring to her as 'Cat'. Her name wasn't 'Cat'. It was 'Wishclaw'. W-i-s-h-c-l-a-w. Infact, she should inform him of that.

"My name is Wishclaw," she meowed behind her as he followed. "What's yours?"

Know where she was going? Of course she knew where was going! "I live here! I know very well where I'm going!" She huffed into the wind, not caring if her voice carried or not.

She now looked behind herself, noting he was traveling rather slow. She glanced at the pond, then back at him. Hm. Well, he'd get there... Eventually... But then her ears perked up. "How large? Ummm.... Well, there's... " She counted on her limbs. ".... Six clans in this valley." Only six. There had been seven, but as far as she knew, Boneclan was gone. Which was good. They were mean. The feline sat down for a moment, giving him a bit of time to catch up.

[Bladeraptor]

It wasn’t really much of a lecture, whether or not the she-cat chose to believe such a fact, just more and outlet of irritation. But wasn’t it true enough? He only really half-listen to the she-cat babble about this and that and about how she was a bad cat for eating little mice and birds, and snorted again to muffle at laugh at her foolishness. Shaking his head exasperatedly, Bladeraptor kept further insults to himself – saving his breath for traveling instead of wasting words bantering with a simpleton.

She was a cat and he had no further knowledge to her name, so the cat was ‘Cat’. Truthfully, Bladeraptor didn’t desire to know her name, although she was quick enough to give it anyway.

Wishclaw, mm? “Bladeraptor.”

Frankly?

The tom was disbelieving in such a matter, sure that they were going to be wandering around until he finally succumbed to the dehydration that weighed him down like an burdening pressure.

“Six clans.” He mused silently on that for a moment, before venturing the next inquiry for info, “What can you tell me of them?” A pause. “Strategically sound information, not babble, cat.” Looked like she really did have gained herself a nickname already. The she-cat sat down again, which was faintly surprising considering he had been expecting her to continue on at her previous pace – it was what he would have done after all. Why be patient and wait on the weak?

[Wishclaw]

Yes, perhaps this little feline was a bit foolish, but she did care, you could give her that. She wasn't completely heartless like some other cats that lived in the valley. But it was pretty good that he kept his insults to himself. Wishclaw might eventually take him seriously and get upset, which would be rather bad.

Bladeraptor? That was an interesting name. She was pretty sure she knew what a 'blade' was, but not what a 'raptor' was. She was 'wish' and 'claw'. She knew what both were. But what was a 'raptor'? Maybe it was an organ. Or a particular tooth? She made a face as she licked her teeth, curious as to which one it was.

As she sat, patiently waiting for him, she swished her tail. Information on the clans? Should she give it? What if he was going to attack them or something? ..... Well, he hadn't killed her yet, or attempted to, so it couldn't be that bad...

"The clans are Mistclan, which I am from, Treeclan, Stoneclan, Duskclan, Risingclan, and Stealthclan. There had been a Boneclan, but due to a recent war, they were wiped out and the survivors scattered." She paused a moment to lick her paw and rub it across her face, before placing it gently back upon the ground. "Duskclan is rather mean, though... They sided with Boneclan. But they lost. So it's all good."

She yawned, getting to her feet as he got closer. "Anything in particular you'd like to know...? And you wouldn't be using any of this against anyone, right?"

[Bladeraptor]

Yes. Caring certainly didn’t seem like a big thing, anymore, did it? Bladeraptor didn’t care, or so he liked to think, because a Warrior only had his honor and upholding it to care for. Sure, if it stood he had to do something that deemed ‘caring’ he would do so rather then lose face with his honor. It was a rather simple enough concept to those who understood it.

Bladeraptor wasn’t that odd or interesting at all – and raptor was another name for a bird of prey. Not that he knew what she was thinking in that matter, he’d clear up that quickly enough. Named after a type of tooth, bah! That was almost as bad as Plagueclaw, the name of a tom he had known in his birth clan that had been killed a little while after he had been apprenticed. If he had too, he could probably bring up a few more worse names then even that – the old crowd had been a particular nasty group before Cursestar had decided they were useless and had them exiled from the clan.

It appeared he might have been mistaken.

The she-cat, Wishclaw wasn’t it?, listed the six clans by name, including a previous seventh clan amongst those numbers. How did these lands support such numerous clans? There had only been two clans back home, and even so the War had gone on long before any living cat’s memory. The territory here must be much vaster then he had originally anticipated, to be able to sustain them all. Gaining a lot more insight to this area with the little information that the she-cat had given him, Bladeraptor almost couldn’t wait for more as he caught up to her, digging into reserves of strength to keep up properly this time, although it was draining on him something terrible.

Then…what made her ask such a question? It was an intelligent one, really, something he had not expected from the simple cat – so he gave her a sidelong glance for a moment, those limewire eyes unreadable. “Just who, cat, would I use this information against? I am not from these lands, and I dare say my previous allies wouldn't care concerning matters so far from their territories.” Hm. What to ask. “You would know the most about your own clan, I assume. Tell me about it.” His grumbling, growling voice faded as his head lifted up, catching the scent of water. It was as if a spark lit in his already bright eyes that had not been there before – hope, perhaps? Water! He wasn’t going to be led in circles by some fool cat, but was going to live instead and establish an honorable path here instead.

[Wishclaw]

She watched him through slitted eyes. He was weakening, was he not? It kinda... Seemed like it. But he was resisting? Impressive. Contrary to popular belief, Wishclaw could be... Smart sometimes. It all depend on her mood. She glanced over to the nearby pond. Well, if water was all he needed, he'd be better soon, right? She wasn't much of a medicine cat, so she hoped that was the case. Of course, she could probably catch him something to eat, too, if need be... But a flickering thought told her he'd rather catch his own.

Or perhaps not, she never really knew.

Her jade eyes returned to him, and she trotted near him, since they neared their destination. "I'm not quite sure. I said Boneclan was defeated and scattered, but they might have never left the valley... You could be an ex Boneclanner for all I know, gathering information for some sort of attack." She tilted her head, "I don't really want to put my friends back at home at risk... There was enough deaths in the war."

She flicked her tail, tapping him with it. "But you won't hurt anyone, right? Not some crazy rogue that will eat me after I tell you what you want, right?" She pouted at him a bit. Hopefully he wasn't. She'd be sad. Pretty-eyed, tooth-named tom crunching up her bones and gulping her down after helping him? That certainly wouldn't be very gentleman like.

The small body of water grew closer and she pranced ahead a few steps. "Mistclan. Right. It's nice and pretty there. Though really wet. And... There's a lot of cats. Nice cats. Lillystar is the leader. Atleast, she was when I was last there..." She frowned, hesitating a moment. Home. Why'd she leave? She didn't remember now. Would they be mad at her? Probably. She didn't think you were suppose to run off for no apparent reason...

Wishclaw heaved a sigh, sitting her rump down near the water's edge. "Here. Water.... Mistclan has a lot of water. Obviously? There's a waterfall. And lots of prey. And fish."

[Bladeraptor]

Bladeraptor was not weak. He was a Warrior, a true one that followed the Code, there was no potential for him to be or become weak. He wouldn’t accept it. He just wouldn’t. Even as his body burned and ached, physically stricken for life-giving water, he would not bow down to it more then he already had, in asking the stranger to assist him in locating that valuable source of water in this strange, unfamiliar place. Of course, the she-cat wasn’t a stranger now…was she? He knew her name, Wishclaw, and she his. He knew she was from this valley, and not only that – which clan exactly she came from.

She, on the other paw, only knew his name.

Even so, she wasn’t as much a fool as he had been willing to peg her to be – she expressed more doubts concerning his motives in gathering such information, and the tom flicked his ears in somewhat mild annoyance. Didn’t she get the hint? He knew nothing of this ‘Boneclan’ she spoke about nor of the war she claimed to have occurred in the valley…nor really even had any interest in it. Sure, it would be good to know what occurred in the recent past so to choose how to move about through the area – some clans may yet still be jumpy over strong rogues traveling through the area.

A sound that could only be described as a growl escaped Bladeraptor when her tail tapped him, but at her following words the tom stopped that sound and just stared. Him? Eat other cats? ….him? While he might, on occasion, see where the practice of cannibalism as honorable – when that cannibal devoured their foe vanquished in proper combat – he himself could never eat another feline…unless, perhaps, he was starving to death and that was the only course he had to take to survive. Drastic circumstances called for drastic measures, did they not? Still, Bladeraptor made a face and grumbled, “You’re disgusting, cat.” It not only would be ungentlemanly, but dishonorable as well.

There it was! With a lunge, Bladeraptor cleared the distance and plunged into the small pond – standing uncaring knee-deep with his head bent over – lapping up water and more water. One ear was trained on Wishclaw as she spoke about her clan, aware of the subtle changes in her tone as she became homesick. He did, however, had more sense then many cats in his condition – Bladeraptor paced his drinking well so that, instead of making him nauseous and weaker by drinking too much too fast he drunk enough to clear the dryness from his throat, to clear the throbbing in his head and the leaden heaviness from his legs. Eyes shining brighter now, the tom finally sated himself and turned back to the she-cat, making his way out with only a courtesy flick of each soaked paw before laying on the cool earth by the water’s edge – about a tail’s length away from her.

“Why did you leave?” It wasn’t a personal question, at least it hadn’t meant to be – Bladeraptor focused on her and paid close attention to what she had to say...although now that he was feeling better he likely wouldn’t be so tolerant of that silly babble. “It is a strong clan? What Warrior Codes does it follow?”

Then,

"And the other clans?"

[Wishclaw]

Indeed, she only knew he name, and the fact he was apparently not from the valley. Perhaps it should be her asking the questions. But, then again, it was Wishclaw. The overly friendly she-cat she loved everyone. She tended to not care much for details, since if she hung around the new cat, she eventually learned.

She watched him with mild interest as he drank. Quite thirsty, wasn't he? Or maybe he really liked water. Perhaps he'd like Mistclan. Her home. Home... Good Starclan, now she really missed it. She missed Lillystar, and Bristleclaw, and little Umberwings... And Ripplemist. And Battledream.... She missed them so. Heaving a small sigh, she glanced away. Slowly, her good mood was draining away. Where was a rainbow when she needed one?

Well then. He just had to ask that, didn't he?

Her gaze returned to him, and her ears lowered slightly. ".... I don't really remember why I left." She murmured. "But yes, it was a strong clan. Plenty of cats who took care of each other and fought with everything they've got."

.... Warrior Codes? She didn't quite remember, having not really been informed of them that well. She hadn't grown up in the clan, so it hadn't been explained to her very often.

"Ummm," a pause, "..... Use common sense? Take care of each other? I don't really know. Be loyal to your clan? Don't eat until the clan has eaten? Elders and kits first...?"

Other clans? She huffed.

"I know little of the other clans. But Duskclan appeared to be the smallest, the few times I've seen them. They make up for that in meanness, though."

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[Bladeraptor]

Hm. That was assuredly a true enough fact, but the kind of answers she received while asking questions towards the tom may not be to her liking…or even, really, to her understanding. Luckily enough, such questions had either been kept to herself, or, instead, completely disregarded and remained completely willing to answer his own questions concerning this valley.

Ahhh…water! There was truly nothing quite like it to a thirsty feline! Bladeraptor was enjoying the sensation of being hydrated and cooled again, his bright lime eyes closed as he relaxed on the edge of the pond, ears barely twitching when he heard the she-cat sigh. Was it that homesickness again? Bah! What a little weakling. He would never miss either of those blasted clans he had so willingly left behind – wasn’t like there was anything left of the one, anyway. One day if he ventured back that way he would have to see what they did with the survivors they captured – would Cursestar be so corrupt by then he change the Code to his own whim completely?

Eh. It hadn’t been meant how it had sounds, but the tom shook his head a bit when Wishclaw claimed she couldn’t remember for what reason she had left her clan. Hmph. The bit about cats taking care of one another went over the tom’s head, completely ignored, but he did indeed zero in on how these Mistclan cats ‘fought with all they got’. Hm. Intriguing. Bladeraptor did have to admit to himself that he liked the sound of that; of cats who could take care of themselves in a scrap or two. This just may beg for him to take a closer look at.

Then again…

Lime eyes glanced to Wishclaw with a snort as she tried to recall the Warrior Codes of Mistclan…and failed miserably. Is those were anything correct, they were vastly different then what he ate, slept, and lived by. Hm. Closing one eyes and musing to himself, Bladeraptor’s tail flicked on occasion as he rested and considered his options now.

As of yet…he knew the most concerning Mistclan. The she-cat had been little help in providing more information concerning the other clans of the valley – perhaps there were some stronger then her clan. However, although the prospect of such an adventure was nearly thrilling, Bladeraptor heeded on the side of caution in this instance – he could find himself wrapped in a cunningly deceptive trap, with little means of escape. It would be best to find another cat who could tell him more concerning the other clans of the valley.

…and what better feline to ask but a clan leader, hm? The warrior opened his eye and focused on the babbly, hyper she-cat; steeling himself for what he was about to ask. “So tell me cat…where is this Mistclan of yours located?” He was so not looking forward to spending anymore time anywhere close to her – she was grating on his last nerve with all her activity and pointlessness. Graaaah.

[Wishclaw]

You couldn't really blame Wishclaw for not remembering. It was a long time ago, for her, and she tended to be a bit absent minded at times. When she saw a rainbow again, however, she'd probably remember why she left. After all, who could resist the awesomeness that was rainbows?

..... What would she ever do if she saw two at the same time?
Oh dear. That would be pure chaos. In her brain, that is.

Poor silly cat.


Where was Mistclan located? She stared at the tom for a minute or two, blanking out. Home. Where was home? Well this wasn't good....

"Um." She looked up, thinking, and absentmindedly poked her tongue out. She was in... Rogue meadow. Right. Home was... Which way? She KNEW, she just... Didn't know how to say where it was.

"..... By a waterfall?" She glanced away sheepishly. "Sorry... I know the way there, just..." Trailing off, she flicked her tail. Drat. She should know how to say where it was located.

OoC: Short post, sorry D:

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[Bladeraptor]

In consideration, it was a certain and safe fact that the warrioristic tom had, or would ever have, no interest in rainbows or the like. Pretty things did not stand high on the list as strong, and the only use he had seen as of yet in a feline was as an apt distraction before they struck. There had been a tom back in his birthclan that had been well known amongst the warriors for such a feat – he was beautiful, there was no doubt in that, a stunning long-haired red mackerel tabby. Even so, there was a cruel mind behind that tom’s bright yellow eyes – he lured his prey, she-cats and toms alike, with his looks and quickly had them screaming for mercy before fatally wounding them [the tom also had the morbid pleasure of not outright killing them, but watching them slowly perish].

Bladeraptor attempted to be patient. He really did. He laid there and half-considered the she-cat, ears flattening against his head a bit as he visibly attempted to curb his sharp, opinionated tongue…although the endeavor completely failed. “Are you really that stupid, cat, or have I just been lucky enough to catch you on an ‘off’ day?”

Almost immediately…the warrior knew he did not regret those words in the least – what he regretted was being hypocritical and bantering with the fool Wishclaw – but in a hindsight, and somewhere behind the warrior’s aspect of his mind he was almost grateful for the company. He had never really had any companions in the second clan he had joined – they were all weak pestilence and he but a god in strength and code compared to them – and few now-dissolved ties in the clan of his birth. This didn’t make him any less happy, regretfully, and he finally rolled his lime eyes skyward in exasperation before asking, “Which direction? Or have you forgotten that too?”

[Wishclaw]

At his words, Wishclaw looked hurt. She wasn't so air headed to know that, that was infact an insult, and it did rather hurt. Her ears flattened against her skull, and she took on an upset look, pouting just slightly... In a cat-like pout. She was trying, she really was! Why'd he have to be so mean? It was very nice. (Obviously.)

"You don't need to be so mean..." She murmured quietly, hunching up a bit. He was a bully. Why was she helping him? Maybe she should just leave. Obviously he could handle it on his own.

Who would want to bother someone as mean as him?

With her ears still back, she got up and turned away from him. "It's around here somewhere." She said curtly, before trotting back up the hill and away from him.

[Bladeraptor]

Females.

Exasperated, and more then a little puzzled, Bladeraptpr flattered his ears completely and positively growled as the she-cat murmured something about him being mean and huffily turned to pad away. He would never understand them. Hell, he didn’t even want to try; they were just a weakness to blind and distract a warrior in his path. Even so, as much as he knew it would be easy enough to hunt down this Mistclan and check it out for himself now that he was properly feeling better, it bothered him enough in the back of his mind that he sighed, rose to his paws, and followed the she-cat irritably.

She was weaker then him…not a warrior at all. A civilian, that was it. And, even thought time had much deviated Wrathclan’s warrior code so much from it’s original purpose, the clan deviated so much from the existence it originally had served as an outpost of soldiers, warriors trained to serve and protect the weaker clan cats, he was still duty-bound to make sure she didn’t get her head knocked in by a boulder. Or some other stupid means of death that would be inadequate.

“Grrrah, foolish cat, didn’t you realize that it’s imperative to be ‘mean’, as you dare call it, in life? Or are you simply asking for any dishonorable feline to walk all over you?” The brown tabby growled loudly, grumbling half under his breath as he kept on following Wishclaw, “Stupid mouse-eater.”