[wolfie]

Originally Posted by DarkLeaf

Clive noticed the Tom huddling closer to the she cat as if she would protect him. The big Tom chuckled not in a evil way but in a low voice almost amused.
The orange and white male jumped down from the tree and slowly stalked his way to them stopping a few feet crouching behind a bush. His eyes looked at them.

He wandered who they were he saw a barn assuming it was the Tom's barn since he could still smell his scent when he got close to the barn. Clive eyed the male, he looked weak and he was smaller than Clive so he could easily take him down but what was the point of that? He didn't do anything to him.
Clive sighed heavily on accident noticing his accident his eats flattened to his head "Mouse-brain!!he scolded himself quietly and looked to see if the other Tom heard him.

His wide-eyed as stared in the direction of the tom, shrinking back farther. He could feel his body tremble a tiny bit from fear. He probably reeked of it. Sam tried to muster up words, "Wh-ho a-ar-r-re you?" He squeaked, doing his best to make it sound at least one bit stern which it didn't. That was no surprise. He look back to Styix, mouthing. `Help me`. His tail curled at his side, looking for any movement like the could would jump out any second. Sam ears flattened to his skull, unsheathing his claws. Fight or flee? Flee was his choice. Yet he was kind of frozen in place. The silence that dragged on was practically killing him. Ever so slightly, he managed to take a step back. "Don-nt ki-ill us!" He stuttered, squeezing his eyes shut but to peek to see if the cat had came out yet. Sam hope it was a small fragile she-kit. They weren't scary, they were just little kitties with sharp..needle like.. claws. Okay, stop thinking like that! Kittens are defenseless. He cursed any dark thought that managed to creep in. His past was always there, it stuck to him like honey. (which he fairly liked, actually) Sam learned how to block the thoughts out, most of the time.