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[rhapsie]

» - - - - - - slatestripe of hillclan

Dawn.

The sky was streaked with pale blues, and purples, and oranges, resembling a canvas that somebody had thrown watercolors over and allowed it to run from one side of the page to the other. It was pleasant on the eye, but in the opinion of the she-cat, all times of day during green-leaf were pleasant, with the colorful sunrises and sunsets, the bright, warm days and the cool, clear nights. Slatestripe sauntered through the long grass, a hungry look in her eyes. She hadn't had anything to eat in quite a while, and decided to go out on a hunt to not only fill her own belly, but to add to the fresh kill pile as well. Couldn't have kits, queens and elders going hungry, after all. Grey, striped limbs carried her forward, trotting at an easy pace, rather relaxed. After all, she had nothing to fear, surely. Yes, she was on the borders, but there was currently no tension between HillClan and the other clans. Not that was apparent, anyway, and Whitestar hadn't said anything about it.

It was nice to be able to feel at ease, with no worries of enemies lurking so close to home.

However, there was the matter of rogues and loners, some of which could be rather unsavory characters that lurk around the borders and wait for a patrol to come about - or more commonly, solitary warriors who didn't have the luxury of safety in numbers - before striking. Of course, some rogues and loners kept themselves to themselves, and that was all well and good, but there had been a lot of trouble for the four clans which had brought about by rogues. Nearby, the grass rustled, and she sharply turned her head and inhaled, narrowing her deep brown pools at the spot where she suspected there was some kind of rodent. Probably a mouse. After creeping closer, the scent revealed to her that it was indeed a mouse that she was tracking, and crouching down, she waited for a few seconds before pouncing on the furry brown creature. It thrashed about and squealed under her thorny paws for only a few seconds before it became silent and limp, it's bones and internal organs crushed under her weight. Asphyxiation, nobody could call that a cruel death, it was relatively quick actually, probably the second quickest way to kill prey next to a swift bite to the neck.

"Success."

A grin found it's way onto her muzzle as she lowered her head and tucked into her meal, tearing flesh away from bone and devouring part of it quickly, deciding to leave the rest for later. Picking up the torn carcass in her jaws, she continued along the border, with her posture looking quite relaxed but her eyes and ears alert. If a cat tried to sneak up on her, she would hear them, no doubt about it.

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Words, 485.
Tagged, Basilisk.
Notes, For Raccoon. Sorry the post is pretty short and icky xD

[Coon the Illusionist]

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[atrb=background,http://i295.photobucket.com/albums/mm141/Spottedbelly/Basiliskmain-1.png] Doing. "Talking." Thinking. "Others talking." Green-leaf light filtered through the oak trees, and warmed her dusky fur easily; black absorbed light. However, this warm feeling was contradicted by the light getting in her eyes, and she was forced to awaken herself because of it. She stretched luxuriously, disturbing the position of a leaf, which slowly floated to the ground in a slightly different spot. Her sharp green eyes flitted towards it, noting that this lovely heat wouldn't last forever, and that leaf-fall would soon be here. Or, she could just be misreading a simple leaf. She shrugged, as if talking to another person, allowing her thoughts to drift off into space. Another day was beginning, and with it came the usual insanity. She shook her head, again as if having a conversation with an invisible person, to snap out of the morning daze that seemed to consistently follow the clock of the day. She yawned silently, and all the invisible cats watching her would have seen the strange sight of a small black cat lip-synching a yell to the sky. Well, they were invisible, so what did they know? She decided to actually snap herself out of the 'dawn daze', and walked towards the Clan she so despised. Which moronic "Clan" was this again? She asked herself, walking closer to what smelled like a border. By the looks of it, this is TreeClan or OakClan or something stupid like that. Bah, who cares anyway? It's just another idiot trap. She almost snorted, for a moment forgetting where she was. Supposed 'warriors' were everywhere in this part of the forest, and the last thing that she wanted was to be spotted. If anything, she'd show herself before having others see her. Up ahead, she saw a grey tabby hunting. She looked like a warrior, the way she hunted was smooth and simple. But the way she had killed her prey; asphyxiation; wasn't usual for a warrior. She had seen many, and they always went for the neck once they got what they wanted. Her eyes widened a bit in amusement. This was interesting, to say the least. After the cat had eaten a bit of the rodent she had caught, she continued walking along the border, ears alert. The pretty, young, devilish rogue watching her doubted that she'd be able to sneak in closer without being heard. But, as the warrior who killed in such an amusing manner walked further and further away, she knew that she had to do something. She didn't realize that she was hiding behind what had to be the thorniest bush in all the world, and so when she silently moved her paw forward, she was pricked by at least a dozen thorns. She held in a yelp, and slowly moved her paw away from the thorns. Her paw was scratched in many places, but was barely bleeding. She just as slowly placed it down, and moved sideways to get away from the bush. Then, getting back to the predicament at hand, she locked eyes on the warrior. She took a silent breath in, and prepared to speak. "That's an odd style of hunting you got there." notes;; what an entrance, am I right? tags;; rhapsie/slatestripe word count;; 526 muse;; 7/10

[rhapsie]

» - - - - - - slatestripe of hillclan

Slatestripe liked to think that she was a pretty observant female.

Her hearing was neither above average nor below, but she could tell when there was someone following her, as around these thickly-wooded parts there was plenty of foliage, and the sound of a cat treading their way over sticks and leaves made that distinct crunching sound. So it was no surprise when she heard a feline sidle out of the foliage on the side of the path the warrior was treading and called out to her. However, what she said was not what she expected to hear. "That's an odd style of hunting you got there." The young rogue wouldn't be able to see Slatestripe's facial expression, as she was behind her, so this intruder wouldn't be able to see the bemused expression on the tabby's face. She quickly adorned a poker face, however, as she spun on her heel to face the stranger.

A quick study of the other cat showed that she was a rogue that looked no older than six or seven moons. If she had been a cat belonging to one of the clans, she would have been an apprentice by now, surely. She was rather pretty, with a silky black pelt and a chilling green gaze. She had an air of innocence about her, but something rather... ominous at the same time. How odd. It was hard to tell the alterior motives of rogues, as they didn't tend to address clan cats unless they wanted something, and in the experience of most of the clans, that tended to be blood, or at least to beat them around a little. They could be cruel like that. But this rogue, she was still a kitten, not even a yearling yet. A survey of the nearby area showed that there were no other rogues lurking in the bushes, so this little black feline was... alone. Or so Slatestripe hoped, as she didn't fancy being ambushed. Perhaps this little one was just the decoy. I'll soon find out, I suppose. She dropped the remainder of the mouse at her paws, before looking up at the rogue to address her.

"I didn't realize that I had an audience, to be honest. But thank you. I know the common practice of killing is a bite to the neck, but I was already on top of the creature, why not press down a little harder and finish the job in one blow?"

This was an odd situation for the warrior to be in. She had been on plenty of patrols before where rogues had been encountered, and there had been quite a few skirmishes where there had been injuries on either side, but the rogues had always been seen off of the border. But to find one so young, and non-threatening looking... the younger she-cat had even complimented her technique, for crying out loud, why was there a need to be rude and hostile? Well, she thought it was a compliment, anyway. Nobody had ever commented on her style of hunting before, so she took it kindly, assuming that it wasn't said as a taunt, her tone certainly hadn't been mocking. Stepping over the kill she had made merely moments beforehand, she took several confident strides towards the rogue, trying not to look too threatening, but all the same, this young female was an intruder, and the rules applied to all intruders found in HillClan territory, even if they were only inches from the border. They were to be seen off. That didn't prevent Slatestripe from being pleasant about it, though, and an inquiry as to why the little black cat had come here, from the unclaimed lands, wouldn't hurt anyone, would it?

"You know, you're quite a way away from the unclaimed lands. It isn't wise to stray into clan territory, especially when there are warriors around that aren't as polite as I am. What brings you here, rogue?"

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Words, 659.
Tagged, Basilisk.
Notes, Haha, yeah (:

[Coon the Illusionist]

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[atrb=background,http://i295.photobucket.com/albums/mm141/Spottedbelly/Basiliskmain-1.png] Doing. "Talking." Thinking. "Others talking." The warrior snapped around to look at her, her face completely blank. The young, but intelligent, she-cat knew that this was merely a poker face, as it was called. It was a good one, but it meant that the warrior was masking something. "I didn't realize that I had an audience, to be honest."

[/i] I didn't realize that I was an audience, to be honest. She imitated mentally. "But thank you. I know the common practice of killing is a bite to the neck, but I was already on top of the creature, why not press down a little harder and finish the job in one blow?"[/i] A musical bout of laughter escaped the black maw of the little cat, but it was not a mocking bout, but laughter as if at a joke told by a friend. Yes, why not? It was a good idea, if not an amusing one.

The warrior took a pause, as if looking her over. She must have noticed that she was a rogue, and not another Clanner by now, but what was she thinking? That she was too young to be a rogue? Keh, youth was a virtue! Not a disability! So, what then? Her intense green eyes focused upon the warrior in front of her, just to see what she was up against. She was standing in a bold position; she was brave, definitely. A good quality in a cat, and the young rogue marked it in her mental note list. She was still here; that meant that she was driven to her cause. That could be both good and bad, and she marked that too. She was polite to her, too, which meant that she had to be friendly. She marked that too, but didn't know whether to consider it good or bad. There was strength in numbers, she had to admit, and perhaps it wasn't wise to be wandering alone. But, one cat meant one mouth to feed. One disability meant that the whole group had to suffer. But, one disability whilst alone meant death, for no one was there to help you.

She marked it, along with this she-cat's drive, as being both a good and bad thing. Suddenly, she noticed the she-cat continuing her speech. "You know, you're quite a way away from the unclaimed lands. It isn't wise to stray into clan territory, especially when there are warriors around that aren't as polite as I am. What brings you here, rogue?"[/i]

Ah, there was the question. Passing by her not knowing of these supposed 'unclaimed lands' and this other cat's admittance of her politeness that the rogue had already noted, there was that question. Why am I here? She thought to herself. So far from GoldenClan...so far from these unclaimed lands she speaks of. What brought me here? All I got was a conversation and a bloody paw...

She pondered on this question, allowing her long, black tail to twitch back and forth in thought. The question had taken her by surprise, and this always added quite a bit to her thinking time, and this was a question she herself had been asking. She decided that her response was necessary, and so she let out one.

"Ah, there's that question!" She exclaimed, restating her thoughts into verbal format. "Good to ask, yet bad to answer. Ah, but I am rambling...truth is, I don't know why I came here. So far from these supposed 'unclaimed lands', and so close to a Clan that you could have personally ripped my fur off! Perhaps I came here for entertainment? To look at the nature of you so-called 'warriors'. The nature of cats in general, even." She paused to take a breath.

"But, like I said, I don't know. Sorry to not really answer your question. On another topic, you say that most warriors are not as polite as you. Why are you so polite, then?" She was a bit annoyed at herself for answering a question with another question; she hated it when others did that, and being a hypocrite wasn't usually her style. But, in truth, she wanted to know.

Of course, she wanted everything, but this she-cat didn't know that.

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tags;; slatestripe
word count;; 704
muse;; 8/10

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[rhapsie]

» - - - - - - slatestripe of hillclan

The first thing to hit her ears once the warrior's dialogue had ceased was the light laughter of the rogue.

It didn't seem to be a mocking or degrading noise, rather, she seemed to be genuinely amused. Perhaps this young cat was easy to entertain, or she found Slatestripe witty. It wasn't completely out of the question, as the grey cat had a way with words and when she was an apprentice, she had been considered the class clown. But she was a warrior now, and weren't warriors expected to be serious, especially during their duties? No, what was the harm in having a little fun, especially with a cat who hadn't yet posed any threat to her. Of course, the long furred she-cat wasn't undermining the smaller black female, because she could probably pack a punch or two if she wanted to, but this stranger seemed sociable, and far from malicious. It took several more moments of silence before the rogue voiced herself once more, and intently, Slatestripe listened.

"Ah, there's that question!" The young she-cat exclaimed, in a rather erratic manner. "Good to ask, yet bad to answer. Ah, but I am rambling...truth is, I don't know why I came here. So far from these supposed 'unclaimed lands', and so close to a Clan that you could have personally ripped my fur off! Perhaps I came here for entertainment? To look at the nature of you so-called 'warriors'. The nature of cats in general, even." The warrior couldn't help but let a grin tug at the corners of her lips, and it was her turn to chuckle with amusement. For entertainment? It was lucky for the rogue that she hadn't sought entertainment at the BoulderClan border, otherwise she would have found herself face to face with rather nasty tempered brutes - or what she had heard of BoulderClan, apparently they were the most aggressive of the four clans, but she supposed she couldn't judge them just because of a label, she didn't personally know any BoulderClan cats at all, and she didn't really mingle with them during gatherings, although she supposed that she could if she wanted to - rather than a source of amusement. "Oh my dear, I wouldn't have ripped your fur off. I'm not one of those cats that act first and ask questions later, my reckless days are behind me. Besides, you clearly have no malicious intent - or perhaps you do, and you are rather good at concealing your motives - and you were simply seeking... 'entertainment', as it were. And to study us warriors? Well, I've never met a rogue who wished to study the behavior of clan cats, only those who wish to put an end to us. It's rather refreshing to come across someone who isn't hostile, and merely wandering the border."

But despite how well she was getting on with this quirky little she-cat - for the moment - she knew that sooner or later, she would have to escort this younger she-cat off the territory, for her own good. It wouldn't do to have a senior warrior, or even the deputy or leader, to come across her idly conversing with a rogue, even if she wasn't a challenger. "But, like I said, I don't know. Sorry to not really answer your question. On another topic, you say that most warriors are not as polite as you. Why are you so polite, then?" Polite? Well, sure, Slatestripe had manners, like most of her clan, but she liked to think herself more tactful than anything else. It wouldn't do to merely charge into the offensive, and attack the rogue before even asking her what she was doing here. Yes, she was an intruder, but obviously she didn't want to attack her because she would have remained concealed in those bushes and struck when the grey pelted warrior had least expected it, or at least not waited this long to attack her. "Well, I didn't say most warriors are not as polite as me. In fact, most of the warriors in HillClan - that I know well - are pretty friendly. Amongst each other, that is. When it comes to rogues, I'm sure they'd react similarly to me, but in the end, it will come down to seeing you off the territory, because no matter how nonthreatening the rogue is behaving, they aren't allowed to wander willy-nilly through clan territory. The only rogues that are spared are those that either leave without a fuss, or wish to join the clan. Although, there are warriors that will act before listening to reason, and some other clans don't take to intruders as well as us."

She fluffed out her pelt and absent-mindedly groomed herself for a moment, before looking back over at the rogue, realizing that she had been talking to her for a while, but didn't know her name. "I know that if you don't have intent in staying long, there's probably no point in me knowing this, but it's polite to ask all the same. What's your name?"

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Words, 848.
Tagged, Basilisk.
Notes, ~

[Coon the Illusionist]

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[atrb=background,http://i295.photobucket.com/albums/mm141/Spottedbelly/Basiliskmain-1.png] Doing. "Talking." Thinking. "Others talking." She resisted narrowing her eyes as a grin splashed onto the warrior's face. Laughter seemed like not just a possibility, but a likelihood at this point. This theory was proven when she let a light, but friendly, chuckle, escape into the air. The young rogue, for some reason, did not think of this as harmful to her pride, and decided to let the grey tabby speak instead of turning her back and walking away, tail held high. "Oh my dear, I wouldn't have ripped your fur off."

[/i] Really? This warrior was a kind one, she knew, but so kind as to ignore the instinct to drive others away? "I'm not one of those cats that act first and ask questions later, my reckless days are behind me."[/i] Behind you, eh? I'd like to see a reckless warrior. Like to see them run themselves into the ground! "Besides, you clearly have no malicious intent - or perhaps you do, and you are rather good at concealing your motives - and you were simply seeking... 'entertainment', as it were." Malicious? No, no. Twisted was a better word. Every cat needed entertainment, and the green-eyed rogue was no exception. "And to study us warriors? Well, I've never met a rogue who wished to study the behavior of clan cats, only those who wish to put an end to us. It's rather refreshing to come across someone who isn't hostile, and merely wandering the border." She wasn't wandering...she was...

No. She was wandering. She was too far from her temporary homeland, GoldenClan borders, to be doing anything else. The rogue submitted to this, and waited for the warrior to continue. "Well, I didn't say most warriors are not as polite as me. In fact, most of the warriors in HillClan - that I know well - are pretty friendly. Amongst each other, that is. When it comes to rogues, I'm sure they'd react similarly to me, but in the end, it will come down to seeing you off the territory, because no matter how nonthreatening the rogue is behaving, they aren't allowed to wander willy-nilly through clan territory. The only rogues that are spared are those that either leave without a fuss, or wish to join the clan. Although, there are warriors that will act before listening to reason, and some other clans don't take to intruders as well as us."[/i]

HillClan? That must have been where the warrior came from, and that must be where she was now. Huh. Still looks like TreeClan to me. She thought indifferently. And 'seeing her off'? That didn't seem to be happening at the moment. What seemed to be happening was a friendly conversation between two cats, not a rogue being shoved off the territory! But, when the time came, she wouldn't 'make a fuss', as the warrior said. And she was not joining a Clan. And what of these 'other Clans'? There were more of them? And all with different personalities...? Hm...interesting...

The she-cat in front of her continued. "I know that if you don't have intent in staying long, there's probably no point in me knowing this, but it's polite to ask all the same. What's your name?"[/i] Ah...she wanted a name? Fine. This warrior had earned it.

"My name? She asked rhetorically. "It's Basilisk. Please don't spread it around. And yours?" She had almost said 'Don't spread it around, or else', but she felt like this warrior had been too polite to not get similar politeness back. She was rather curious about the warrior's name, but, like the warrior said, it was probably useless information. What were the odds of the two cats ever meeting again?

The same odds of Basilisk dying. Zero.

notes;; sorry it took so long!
tags;; slatestripe
word count;; 622
muse;; 7/10

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[atrb=background,http://i295.photobucket.com/albums/mm141/Spottedbelly/Slatestripemain.png] "My name? The query was obviously rhetorical, and the rogue had merely mimicked Slatestripe's question for emphasis, or for some other reason that the grey pelted warrior wasn't aware of. She nodded, the motion an attempt to make her continue, which she did. "It's Basilisk. Please don't spread it around. And yours?" The HillClanner was curious. Why didn't this rogue want others to know her name? Did she think it made her more mysterious, others wouldn't be able to put a label to her and she would merely be the unknown black figure lurking at the border. The striped tabby wanted to smirk, but she figured that would be rude, so she merely smiled and nodded, confirming that she wouldn't spread the rogue's name around. After all, she had no need to, and she wouldn't benefit from it. Besides, Basilisk obviously didn't want others to know her name, and there was no harm in that, was there? "I'm Slatestripe." The she-cat replied, rolling her shoulders back and suppressing a yawn. It was rude to yawn in someone else's presence, wasn't it? It implied that they were boring or something. The warrior had always thought that it just meant that you were tired and wanted to go to sleep, but each to their own, she supposed. But as she looked up at the sky, she noticed that it was nearing noon, and that would be the perfect time for a nap, wouldn't it? Unless she was looped into joining a patrol party, that is. Slatestripe was so responsible, and she had been told before that she was approachable, that she expected to be asked before some of the other, more intimidating warriors. Even if the grey tabby could be intimidating if she wanted to be. Just because she wasn't battle-scarred and grizzled and a hulking huge cat that loomed over all others in her own clan and others, didn't mean that she couldn't look threatening, especially in a fight. She felt like trying to usher Basilisk away would be rude, as the rogue seemed pleasant enough, but as a warrior it was her duty to see off any rogues, loners or kitty-pets she came across in the territory that weren't interested in joining the clan. And Slatestripe didn't even have to ask the rogue if she wanted to join HillClan, because she was almost one hundred percent sure of the answer just by spending a bit of time in her presence and reading her face like a book. The young cat obviously enjoyed being on her own, and was probably too inquisitive for her own good, which is why she stumbled onto HillClan territory in the first place. So with one graceful movement, she lifted herself up into a standing position, and her brown eyes searched the young rogue's face for a second, before flicking her tail back in the direction in which the rogue had come from. As nice as Basilisk's company was, she would have to leave soon, otherwise another warrior would wander on by, see the rogue and chase her off, and then Slatestripe would probably get hell for not doing that in the first place. "Well Basilisk, as nice as it has been to meet you, you should probably leave, seeing as I think a patrol will be coming through here soon, as they often do on a daily basis around here, and if they see you, it won't end pleasantly. And I wouldn't want that, as you seem decent enough." The warrior stood in silence after that, waiting and watching the rogue to see what her reaction would be. Words, 598. Tagged, Basilisk. Notes, Sorry I took a while to reply to this, lack of muse and then a busy weekend, but here it is <3

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[Coon the Illusionist]

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[atrb=background,http://i295.photobucket.com/albums/mm141/Spottedbelly/Basiliskmain-1.png] Doing. "Talking." Thinking. "Others talking." Her piercing green eyes flashed with an odd mix of confusion and suspicion. This other warrior looked like she wanted to know everything about what she had said. Why did she not want her name spread around? The paparazzi, of course. She answered mentally, resisting the urge to laugh at her own mental joke. If I allowed everybody to know my name, they'd go all around the country just to find me! I'd be caught in the trap of fame. Or, perhaps, caught in the trap of infamy... But, the grey tabby warrior did nod her head, and the young rogue would just have to trust the simple gesture. "I'm Slatestripe." the warrior replied, almost tiredly. She rolled her greyish shoulders back, and looked as if she was suppressing a yawn. The sharp-eyed cat took no offense at this; it was midday, and this Slatestripe looked in need of a nap. All cats did when the sun was at its zenith, and the younger, and perhaps more energetic 'apprentices', as they were called, and rogues like her were a rare exception. The grey tabby named Slatestripe glanced up at the sky to check the time, and the young rogue felt as if this proved her theory that this warrior was rather tired. But, with all the 'warrior' crap that she would probably have to go through, this prospect did not seem likely. The young rogue suddenly had the crazy idea of inviting the warrior to the life of a rogue, to live the life of almost luxury with her, to help her in her quest to rule the world. But this idea was preposterous. Though the 'Clan' life was probably difficult for this warrior, and the black she-cat would never dare to try it, it was probably just fine for this cat. To each their own, I suppose. She almost shrugged, but it would look odd, shrugging to something invisible. Suddenly, the warrior named Slatestripe spoke. "Well Basilisk, as nice as it has been to meet you, you should probably leave, seeing as I think a patrol will be coming through here soon, as they often do on a daily basis around here, and if they see you, it won't end pleasantly. And I wouldn't want that, as you seem decent enough." That sounded like a threat. Not one like 'if you ever come here again, I'll kill you', but more like 'if you ever come here again, my friends will kill you'. But, this also didn't seem like this warrior was too high and mighty to kill the piercing-eyed rogue herself, but as if...she was protecting her. So, it sounded like a threat, but it wasn't. And her 'decency'? She chuckled quietly, so as not to be rude. This 'Slatestripe' knew only what the young rogue was telling her, and she had told her nothing about her malicious inner attitude, her 'killer' gaze...and so, this grey tabby thought her decent. She shrugged, physically this time, and it might have looked humble to anyone watching the scene. She thought over her words carefully, taking advantage of the warrior's careful silence. Finally, her words shattered the patient silence. "Decent, you say? I believe that would be a compliment. Hah, don't get many of those." She meowed, amused. "And I think I will take up your pleasant offer in leaving. For, I have no wishes to join your...Clan, and no wishes to be 'seen off', as you say." The young rogue got up, stretched luxuriously, and turned towards the supposed 'outer border' of the supposed 'HillClan' she was supposedly 'intruding' in. As she padded away, she turned her head back towards Slatestripe. "Catch you later!" She yelled back, then looked back ahead and set off for her almost-home. Knowing that the simple words were not just that, but a promise, she tilted her head to the bright, blue sky, and let out a burst of laughter that rang through the air like bells. After her breath faded, she lowered her head and broke into a full on sprint, turning into a black blur. The warrior must have thought it quite odd of her, but she didn't care. After all, she was odd. No question about it. notes;; sorry to abruptly end the thread... tags;; slatestripe word count;; 707 muse;; 8/10

[rhapsie]

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[atrb=background,http://i295.photobucket.com/albums/mm141/Spottedbelly/Slatestripemain.png] There had been an unnerving silence between the two she-cats when Slatestripe had voiced how it was for the best if the rogue left HillClan territory, and quickly. So when the black feline that sat before her finally spoke, cutting the atmosphere like a knife, the grey-pelted warrior listened rather attentively, wondering if this would turn into a quarrel, which she didn't want. "Decent, you say? I believe that would be a compliment. Hah, don't get many of those." For a moment, the female wanted to ask the other why she didn't get many compliments, but she remained silent, for two reasons. Firstly, if she asked her, that would make the rogue stick around longer, and secondly, Slatestripe was unsure if she wanted to know the answer. A meow followed the rogue's words, and then she continued on, and to the warrior's relieve, confirmed her leave. "And I think I will take up your pleasant offer in leaving. For, I have no wishes to join your...Clan, and no wishes to be 'seen off', as you say." In hindsight, that was definitely for the best. Slatestripe was unsure how Whitestar would take to this rogue wanting to join Hillclan, because even though he was a rather good-natured tom, this she-cat seemed rather... ominous. In a subtle way. Strange. Brown eyes watched as the other rose to her paws, stretched, and turned away from both Hillclan and the grey pelted warrior who stood at it's border. It had been her job to see off any intruders, and it seems like today she had done just that. The black she-cat sauntered away, but before she fully disappeared into the foliage in the distance, she turned to look over her shoulder at Slatestripe. "Catch you later!" Slatestripe merely nodded, not sure whether she wanted to see this rogue again or not. Sure, she was nice enough, but something about her was a little suspicious. And if she saw her on Hillclan territory again, she was sure she'd have to react a little less... well, warmly. The rogue would had to of considered it 'doing her a favour', because the less this Basilisk encroached on Hillclan territory willy-nilly, the better it would be for everyone. In the distance, she heard peals of laughter, from what she could only assume to be the rogue, and once Slatestripe was sure that Basilisk was out of Hillclan territory, she turned and headed back to camp, a little bemused about the whole thing. Ah well, soon she would be home, and amongst her family. That was the main thing, wasn't it? She didn't know how some cats could live solitary lives, like Basilisk, but she supposed that for some, it wasn't a choice, but a punishment. It left her wondering if Basilisk had once been a clan cat, but had been exiled. That could explain her not wanting to join Hillclan, but then again, maybe it was just a preference for a solitary life. Pushing it all from her mind, Slatestripe continued on towards the center of territory, where the rest of the clan would be. Words, 514. Tagged, Basilisk. Notes, Le fin~ Wow, I think this might be the first completed thread on Angelus! (: Maybe.... Idk xD

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