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"No dude, that lands sacred, they've killed people who cross that border," Raspberrypaw said.
"So if I cross this scent line I'll die?" Nikkopaw asked.
"Yeah, that's about right," The NightClan apprentice confirmed.
Nikkopaw stepped over onto SunClan, "God dammit, you fox hearted liar!"
Raspberrypaw waved her paw in panic, "Hey! It's not electrical, you wouldn't die on impact, plus you should be luck it's not instantaneous."
"God dammit," Nikkopaw said disappointingly.
"Okay again, Nikko, we've talked about this. You want to live, that's the goal in life is to live."
"I'm gonna go roll around on their land and then lie here and maybe someone will come up and kill me, just not by you. I feel like you're a bad luck charm where I can't seem to die when you're around," Nikkopaw said stalking away from Raspberrypaw and intruded further onto SunClan's land.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing here?" a voice hissed, followed by a ginger tom shouldering his way through the shrubbery. He was a little on the skinny side but very well-groomed and, dare I say, good-looking. His fur was a raised but he did not seem very irritated.
Bloodypaw opened his mouth and then frowned, "NightClan. You do realize you crossed the border. Are you dumb or something? Or did you make the right decision to come and join us?"
The blue grey tom turned slowly with a bored expression to look at him before cracking a sarcastic grin, "I don't know, whichever will get me dead faster."
His gaze was like that of a zombie, glazed and dead. The blue of his eyes so bright they almost looked white like ice. He didn't look alive and even the way the words fell from his mouth, they didn't linger, they sounded like singular notes to a tuneless song, it lacked rhythm and energy. Everything about him came off almost ghostly by his body language.
(idc if Bloodypaw gets infected, we will play it out lol)
"What kind of ---" Bloodypaw began, then shook his head. This intruding tom was clearly ill and needed to see a medicine cat - his own medicine cat - back in NightClan. Bloodypaw turned his light green eyes to Raspberrypaw. She had not crossed the border yet, so maybe she was not as stupid as her companion,"You should take care of this mouse-brain before he actually gets himself killed. I'm in a good mood now but it's not going to last long."
Truthfully, this dead-ish cat was unnerving Bloodypaw; the ginger tom was acting annoyed but was actually quite nervous. He had not attended the corpse moon gathering but had heard whispers from those who attended, of cats with dead eyes and unpredictable temperaments. He did not want to make physical contact if he could avoid it, but he was willing to if it meant protecting SunClan. He unsheathed his claws.
(Nikko's not sick in the way that he'd infect people, he just constantly looks sick and dead because he's taking herbs he shouldn't)
"I can try. Hey Nikkopaw why don't you come back?" Raspberrypaw encouraged.
Nikkopaw said swung the back of his head against his shoulder blades to get a look at Raspberrypaw, "You kidding me?" He asked before looking right through Bloodypaw, like he wasn't there, like he was just the bones and skin in front of him and not an actual whole person, "This guy looks like he's about to off me and all I had to do was cross a line. Talk about good service. Yeah you can kill me just don't be a pansy and take too long."
He tilted his neck to the left inviting the apprentice to slit his throat wide open.
"He does this like. Everyday!" Raspberrypaw called across the border to Bloodypaw, "He just sort of does this thing where he wants to die, but he's just joking," She said with a bashful wave of her paw.
"No I'm not, this is a cry for help and not the kind where I want mental help, I'm just tired of living. It was great the first few moons, but now I'm just sick of it," Nikkopaw shrugged straightening up just a bit.
[ OH OK sorry ! Here I was thinking I was sooo clever lol. ]
Bloodypaw had never killed before, but it wasn't like he was afraid to do it - he was Funk's son, after all. Yet, something about this situation made him want to try to resolve this without spilling too much blood. The ginger tom was a cat of pride and there was nothing to gain in killing a cat who actually wanted it. If he could not brag about it or use it as leverage, it just seemed pointless.
His pale green eyes darted to Rasperberrypaw, who continued to respect the border, which added further support to the idea that this cat was sick, if not physically, then at least in the head. Perhaps he aught to scare him and see how serious he really was...
"Alright then, if you want to die so badly, I'm happy to help," Bloodypaw said, swiping at Nikkopaw's exposed neck, although without much force in the blow. His opponent's reaction would tell him just how serious he was about dying.
[OOC: Bloodypaw's attack is basically just scratches, he's not trying to kill yet lol]
