Originally Posted by toothlost! (Post 108172) Elmberry was glad he decided to flee a few paces ahead of the she-cat as he noticed her about to give him a cuff on his head. It was avoided, and he looked back at her with a soft grin, pleased she didn't get upset and attempt to fight him. Perhaps there was more to her, than that hard battle-cat shell. As she stated she didn't have to be the best hunter, that she could take on any badger, he laughed softly a moment. "I definitely couldn't." Then he followed her action of parting jaws, taking in the scents of the forest. For a moment he caught a trace of squirrel, but he knew it was a dead trail and worthless. Continuing on, he glanced over at the she-cat beside him, becoming more grateful they had run into each other. He loved company, and meeting new cats. She was definitely new, and not like most cats he interacted with. It was a nice experience. "If you sense anything just give me a warning before you chase it down. I don't want to interfere on your kill." Hunting was one thing he was devoted to wholeheartedly. He took it seriously, and hoped others returned the favor for him. It was something he was good at, so it only made sense that he tried his hardest. He'd do the same if he were a battle-cat, like Cormorantstone. There was a larger understanding for her longing for fights, now. There were few chances for her to show her true talent to the clan. It had to be frustrating.

Elmberry was rather lucky that he was able to scamper off before the blow landed because even though it was a cuff, her cuffs weren't exactly fluffy and soft, she could easily stagger you if she wasn't careful or really paying attention to not hurt the other cat. Nonetheless, her paw landed on the ground and she ended up bounding after him, chuffing out a few chuckles beneath her breath before letting the whole situation go and instead, sort of focusing her mind on hunting since that was what they were doing after all.
"Most cat's can't and lucky for you weaklings those creatures are now either half-starved or hibernating so you don't have to worry much about them." The weaklings again was meant to be a joke, but it could easily be taken the wrong was, as was most things that came out of her mouth.
The conversation dropped again as the two began to inhale the scents around them, the tom doing it a bit more easily than the she-cat, he likely could scent the animals a bit quicker than her, she was more used to searching for enemy scents or the scents of badgers and foxes and that sort of thing, not the faint scents of prey.
"Yeah, yeah, you'll probably scent them before me anyways, how about I just be the look out, keep ya safe from any rogues wandering the territory." Mewed the grey tabby with a harsh smirk, glancing over at him.
"This really ain't my forte, hunting so you do you." She meowed in the quietest voice she could manage, which was hardly a whisper, but more so a low voice.

Originally Posted by Blueflight (Post 108856) Bluekit sighed, he was as old as an apprentice but still a kit! His tail lashed around furiously. To clear his mind he chased a butterfly through the territory.

Originally Posted by Blueflight (Post 108874) He hadn't noticed the apprentice until he crashed into her, he let out a Yelp of surprise and jumped facing the apprentice. "What are you doing on thunderclan territory?

Originally Posted by Cedar (Post 108892) Cherrypaw leaped back up, "Oh, this is where i am?" she asked looking around. "I knew it didn't look like Shadowclan," she mewed.

Originally Posted by Blueflight (Post 108901) The apprentice didn't seem aggressive at all, he walked up to her. "Who are you?" He asked.

Originally Posted by Blueflight (Post 108916) "Bluekit." He replied, still angry he wasn't an apprentice. He scented show clan on her. "Your from shadow clan?" He asked.