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Originally Posted by squidz

art by Daragca
/ GRACKLEPAW \
stocky dark gray tabby with a beige overcoat and bright blue eyes; silver tongue t2
[ windclan tunneler apprentice | tomcat | 10 moons | mischievous, charismatic, adventurous ]

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Ohohoh... it was getting juicy!

He snickered in agreement to Gnawingpaw, glad he and his cousin were on the same page. But his attention was pulled as one Clanmate spoke after the other, retorting the barn cats. Grams was super cool; Dapplebreeze spoke with such smooth authority and calm that Gracklepaw was almost envious. The way he looked at her betrayed admiration.

But hey, he was sorta good at talking his way through things, too! Even if he knew little to nothing about this topic, other than these cats were intruders. See ya!

He would've opened his maw had Twilightstar not spoken. Deep blue eyes darted between the barn cats and his leader, wondering if a fight was going to break out right there. His paw pads were practically itching for it! Keeping his energy to little bounces in his step, his claws curled into the peaty ground as the tension held.

To be fair, Gracks was thinking that, uh... Snowy Skies?—(almost like a Clan name, yeah?)—had some good points. Maybe these barn guys could stay there and make sure the Twolegs don't do anything else stupid. But what did he know? Besides, the other few cats that were there had varying reactions, and he knew he saw one or two of them with ruffled fur. They weren't the only ones revving for a fight, heh.

Regardless, it seemed Twilightstar was resolute in casting these guys out, unless one of 'em could twist her tail at the end. The gray-and-beige apprentice couldn't hide the anticipation that bristled his fur and sparkled in his eyes as he waited eagerly for the final decision. Whatever it was, he'd be READY!!

"Which one are you goin' for?" He whispered to Gnawingpaw, eyes darting over the assembled barn cats. Sizing them up, making strategies... as reasonable as Gracklepaw was, and not a fiend for violence, he was just a young cat who desperately wanted his first real battle experience. Can ya blame him?

[ @Alchemist Kitsune - Dapple & Gnawing :3 ]

Originally Posted by namen_roodles

COBRA
Windy hills barn cat | 23 Moons | Tall, black tom with long fur and amber eyes
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Cobra's ear flicked and he looked around. A few more cats came out of the woodwork, Cricket amongst them who just up and left them, as Twilightstar gave her piece. Where were the others? He spotted Wolf and Cracker appear and start talking as well. He was more interested in the leader's words, though.

Snowy Skies pitched in a good argument. Cobra knew that, even if he did manage to find his old farm, it wouldn't be his home anymore. That old lady had been moving everything out of the ranch house when she gave him away to these no furs. Reaching an agreement of some kind... That was better than spending his days trapped inside like many cats he'd seen. Like his mother and brother before he had been brought to the last farm. The idea of losing what little freedom he had as a barn cat...

Well, it was preposterous.

The dark mainecoon shifted on his perch before finally jumping down to stand beside Snowy Skies while Candycane pitched in, as well. "I ain't got no problems with helpin' y'all out, however ya need," He pitched in, tail swaying behind him. The clan cats out numbered them for sure, now that Cricket was gone. Sure, they could fight back, but even if he did, it didn't sound like he would have everyone by his side. "M' ol' home is long gone, though. Ain't nowhere in tha' 'twoleg place' for me. There's gotta be something we c'n do for ya to change your mind." He said, looking over the cats. Being on the ground, now, felt even more like a disadvantage. These cats looked even stronger closer up.

He was really banking on Candy Cane's argument. The No furs had brought ten cats here on a whim. He doubted the male no fur would bat an eye at their disappearance. His mate might search for them. What if she found them and brought them back against their will? It would be an endless loop. The male probably would just snatch up more cats, too. "Us farm cats exist to keep mice from over runnin' the barn. We disappear, them no furs'll jus' find more cats t' drop off here." He offered, adding to the arguments already brought up.

@Moonraven - Twilightstar | @/anyone else | #BarnCats

Jackrabbit
Barn Cat
she/her | 28 moons
[Lanky brown tabby with cream chest, paws and belly fur and green eyes]
Purrks: N/A
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[Twilightstar - @Moonraven ] #BarnCats

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Jackrabbit popped up behind the young grey and cream tom, sniffing at him for a moment before whooping and trotting around to face him. "I knew ya smelled like 'im! That nervous red guy, Hawksomethin'? Ha! Ta think that skittish lil thing raised such a fighter!" Her green eyes glinted, her lanky body moved in great loping movements as she headed back to her group. "Watch it, folks, the little one's itchin' ta git us." Jackrabbit jumped up to join Cobra on his perch, her cheery demeanor a little sharper now that the clan cats were back and, this time, not quite as friendly. "What I don't think y'all Wind-Cats understand is that there ain't no goin' back. You know where I came from? Somewhere that would blow your pretty little paws off. Nothin' but sand and dust and bone-dry brush all the way to the horizon. I had to be in a twoleg mover for a quarter moon to git here. We ain't got a clan like you--hell most of us don' even talk ta each other. If we gotta die either way, I don't know how many of us would choose to die starving in a ditch." Dying in an effort to stake their claim here might be better than suffering on the run for moons. And Jackrabbit sure as hell wasn't gonna stick herself in a damn twoleg den.