[BEAR.]

Lionstorm's ears twitched when a stranger approached, but he didn't mind his presence when the tom wasn't immediately hostile. "Who wouldn't be?" He returned, moving back once the other tom starting feeling the engravings up. Yeah, Lionstorm wasn't that interested in them - they were just strange looking. "We don't have stones like these in the forest."

The area reeked of Twolegs, so he figured they had something to do with it. He supposed it was confirmed when the Weirdo showed up. Lionstorm had met his fair share of characters, and he never cared for the ones who acted like there was something wrong with them. "Noted," he muttered, not sure why the cat bothered bringing up hunting when he clearly wasn't here for that. Lionstorm didn't care about the stinky prey of the city, he preferred the fresh quarries in the forest. They weren't tainted by the Thunderpaths, the monster fumes that burned throats.

Judging by the Clan name he uttered, the cat was cozy with someone from another Clan. Great. Lionstorm wasn't about to get mixed up in some ex-lover's quarrel. He was bored, but not that bored.

Back to the handsome black tom, Lionstorm perked his ears. Though examining the rocks with his paws was a little odd, Lionstorm liked the impression he had of this cat more than the other one. He usually had a good judge of character, it's part of how he got so far as leader. "I wasn't expecting cats to be out here, it's a little off the path for most Twolegplace inhabitants."

[ @D a s h, @Cobra ]