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Post by yaminochi on Aug 18, 2010 12:29:53 GMT -5
The cat seeming to lead them nodded his head, one of the cats in the tree leaped down, moving to follow them but showing no signs of attacking.
"He will follow you." he said calmly before turning his attention back to the rest.
"We can make this reasonable, there doesn't have to be any blood shed... Just ask to come threw." he meowed with a stern tone.
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Post by Kit on Aug 18, 2010 12:41:47 GMT -5
Keeping his claws unsheathed Bigstar sat down in the grass with calm defiance.
"A leader and hiss Clan never asks permission from rogues." He withheld, his tail swishing back and forth. "If we must, we'll wait here all night until you have no choice but to leave us be or fight us off, and if our two groups fight, know that it will be your group that raises the first claw and the blood will be on your paws, not ours." Bigstar meowed tactfully. By his choice of words and actions, he made it clear that any fight that started, his own Clan would be defending, not attacking. Any other Clan that heard of it would most likely only think less of them. Bigstar had planned it all out perfectly to work in their own favor no matter what happened.
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Post by yaminochi on Aug 18, 2010 12:45:12 GMT -5
They wouldn't start the fight, they just sat down. He sent two cats off to get food and bring it back, seeing as they had just been about to eat. The cats came back with enough for their clan, which set off to eat in front of the other clan, watching them as they did so. They could do this all day...
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Post by Kit on Aug 18, 2010 13:13:35 GMT -5
Standing and padding to his own group of cats, Bigstar settled himself down and the rest of MarshClan followed his example, curling up or grooming each other. The youngest of their warriors, Quicksplash glared over at the group of TwilightClan cats with great fury.
"Why are we just sitting around, huddled together like prisoner's while they sit and mock us like this?" He growled, kneeding the grass with his claws.
"Patience, Quicksplash. Just trust my judgement and wait." Bigstar meowed, flicking his tail for Quicksplash to let it go. The MarshClan cats murmured between eachother. The bits that could be heard was mostly idle talk, stories of who caught the biggest fish in Greenleaf, random gossip about other clans, and once or twice cats casting a glance and muttering about how the TwilightClan cats were 'mouse-brained for liking such tough, stringy prey'.
After a while, Quicksplash looked up at the black sky restlessly.
"The rest of our Clan will be wondering where we are if we don't get back. I say we claw all their ears." He hissed.
"No one is clawing anyone's ears right now." Bearstar warned calmly, sitting still as stone in the same place as when he first sat down. "Besides, most of the Clan, if not all, is asleep, and Skippool has no doubt told them we are in no danger. I trust her with my life, as should you."
A young blue-gray tom stretched his legs as he stood up, padding over to the TwilightClan cats.
"Can I leave to go make dirt? Just over there is fine, I won't go far." The young apprentice asked, pointing with his tail to a lone bush several fox-lengths away.('making dirt' is what they say to mean 'going to the bathroom')
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