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Deerpelt stalked around a group of trees in FallClan's territory, trying to get out some of his aggression. His gaze fell on a particularly thick tree with its branches quite high up. It looked perfect. The Savannah tom crouched low, wiggling his haunches as he calculated the highest distance he could jump without sacrificing all of his energy. With a smooth movement, the warrior sent himself sailing into the air up the tree. He could have clawed his way up it, but he wanted to see just how high he could go. As his claws dug into the bark, Deerpelt used another burst of energy to claw the final distance to the first branch he saw. It was satisfying to dig his claws into something. Maybe he should have climbed up the whole trunk with his claws after all.
Still irritated, Deerpelt crouched on the branch and closed his eyes, trying to take a calming breath. Hazelsplash was all he saw when he closed them, so with a frustrated grunt, the tom opened them back up again and clawed at a leaf in front of him. He ripped it clean off the branch and watched it float down to the ground.
The Huntress more or less covered the side of the mountain. It made for some nice views, but she didn't have time to take those in. She appreciated the diverse landscape of SunClan, or the snowy wasteland of WinterClan. FallClan never made the cut because it was the average of two great things, an infinity and a negative infinity. That didn't mean she never stopped by the territory, but she never hung around. More interesting places awaited her, and were only out of reach by a few days.
Still, people watching never disappointed, no matter the Clan or the territory. Clans like SunClan and the League had higher stakes, but watching the amusing absurdities of everyday life was a simple pleasure of hers, and her gut knew Deerpelt would be a fun one as he examined the tree. The Huntress liked the angry ones, particularly the explosive types, and he seemed plenty explosive for an afternoon excursion.
And explosive he was. The tom's jump up to first branch was beyond impressive. His size probably had something to do with making the leap, but it still impressed the Huntress. A grinned crept its way onto her face. Time to make herself known. She pulled herself from the bushes as the torn leaf fluttered to the ground. "My my, temper temper..."
Deerpelt froze in his temper tantrum at the shock of a new voice. He hadn't scented any other cats around him, and he sure hadn't heard any either. The warrior blamed the fact that he was new to the clan as to why he hadn't been able to smell a new cat. He certainly hadn't seen this she-cat around the camp, and his brown ears flattened against his head. Until he knew what was going on, he planned on staying in the tree. He had a slight advantage being able to jump down on another cat and wanted to avoid a fight if possible.
The tom also felt slightly embarrassed that another cat had seen him trying to blow off steam. He didn't typically act like such an apprentice, but his recent breakup had been eating at him and he felt so lonely in the clan. He needed a distraction. Perhaps a good fight could give him the distraction he needed, but honestly, Deerpelt wasn't in the mood to fight. He hoped this strange she-cat was here by accident and not as part of an invading patrol. From up in the tree, he called down to her, "I believe you're trespassing. Care to explain what you're doing on Fallclan territory?"
The Bengal did not bother to hide her amusement when the tom froze in place. Did the tom really have no idea that she was nearby? He did not seem to be the oblivious type, but perhaps he lost his brain along the way. In any case, he knew that he was caught and ambushed by an outsider in his own territory, and now he needed to save face. The flattened ears were a nice touch, but nothing really unnerved the Huntress after watching him fight a leaf and tree.
The Bengal shrugged and let out an exaggerated sigh at his question. How typical. Not even a hello. Straight to business. "Hmmm... I must have had a cold when this territories of yours began. I'm all better now, but, you know, it really messes with your nose." She chuckled and scratched one of her ears. "Besides, I can wherever I want, whenever I want. No scent line is going to tell me I can't." That and hardly any Clans strictly enforced borders anymore, save for the Sun Cult. As usual, they ruined everything.
Deerpelt narrowed his eyes. Was this she-cat serious? She was making jokes as if she was completely unfazed by the danger of trespassing. His fur was prickling at the intrusion, less because this Clan meant something to him and more because he had come out here to be alone. Now that he knew he had been watched, the private moment felt violated. And just who was she anyway, so cocky and self-assured? This place wasn't hers but she sure didn't respect that it was any other cat's either. The feeling didn't sit well with the tom. On the one paw, the land belonged to this Clan. On the other, he had been a trespasser himself on it once, too. How much did borders really matter? The land had been here before Clans and would be there long after they had all died out. His thoughts were turning darker than he wanted to allow them, so he decided to interact more with the stranger below him.
From his place in the tree branch, he called down to her, "What is your name, stranger?" He didn't particularly care, but it seemed like the other cat was simply going to do as she pleased, so there was no point in arguing with her over whether she should leave his territory or not. Deerpelt was still uneasy, so he remained on his branch for the time being, hoping she was not here to start a fight.
Her eyes shifted between the tom cat and the ground. He made no movements to come down, and clearly had no intent to do so. Was he scared of a confrontation? Certainly not. He was quite impressively sized. He'd have that advantage over her without question. His anger also disproved such a theory. She had never seen a cat in anger unwilling to fight. Perhaps it was the control. He held all the cards in the tree. She could not approach him without giving him warning, but jumping down gave her plenty of time to contemplate her next move. While he remained in the tree, it was a moot point. Deerpelt had the reigns, for the most part. She needed to get his anger to grab hold from the rational side to get him down, but she did not want a fight either. She knew it was a fine line. A small grin flashed onto her face for a moment. Fine with her.
"Well, names are a bit tricky for me." She sighed dramatically and sunk her head to the ground. "I have a quite a few names... but I am The Huntress." She lifted her head again and examined him. "What would you be? "
Deerpelt kept his eyes warily on The Huntress as she rested her head and then lifted again. It couldn't hurt to share his name with the she-cat, he figured. "I am called Deerpelt," he replied, relaxing a little more the longer they went without fighting. Perhaps he would leave his perch in the tree, but all in good time. The tom was still feeling a little lonely, so that was his excuse for continuing. "I don't usually act like such a kit, taking out my aggression on trees and such. I've just had it rough for the past moon."
_ ooc; sorry for shorter replies, on mobile until my laptop gets fixed c:
She shook her head and stuck her claw through a leaf at her paws. So he was embarrassed. Who wouldn't be? She saw a side that he didn't want people to see. He had no idea she saw it until she revealed herself, and would have had none if she never revealed herself. Who else could have seen his little tantrum? "Hmm, really? And that justifies acting like some young ball of fur? I don't think so." She flicked her ears and sheathed her claws. "I'm not taking away from whatever happened to you. You've just always been that soft kitten with a temper, at least in my opinion."
Deerpelt immediately bristled. How dare she? He stood up on the tree limb and it bounced up and down with the jerky action. The warrior's claws dug into the branch until it stopped swaying. "You don't know me," he said, tail twitching in irritation at how casually The Huntress could insult him without even standing up. He wasn't sure what was keeping her here talking to him, and if she wasn't going to fight him, maybe it was time he took his leave. Deerpelt clawed his way down the tree, landing on his feet with the lightest thud. He glanced between her and the direction of the camp, wondering if he should let the others know that there was a strange cat in the territory and then wondering if his new clan would even care. "I don't know what you want, so I'll be leaving now." He turned his back on her abruptly to go, but he was tense and nervous that turning his back on a dangerous stranger was a bad idea.
He was like a kitten, so easy to play. As angry as she had gotten cats in the past, she had never seen one shake a tree in anger from merely standing up. "Oh, I uncertainly don't know you. I really don't want to know you." While he certainly had impressive size, the tom was either too much of kitten or too full of himself to be of any long term interest to the Huntress, but he could still entertain her for the rest of the day. She loved his type for that. So much fun in so little time. She smirked a little bit when he jumped down from his safe place. Perfect. "Neither do I, but that doesn't mean I walk out on my new friend." She jumped forward and grabbed his tail. She didn't try to cause too much damage, but held it tightly enough that she could give it a light tug.
Deerpelt felt little pricks as teeth grabbed his tail, and he turned quickly. The warrior hissed and lashed out with one paw, claws sweeping the air right in front of The Huntress's nose. He pulled back to school himself and keep his emotions in check, yanking his tail from her teeth. "What are you doing?" he growled, shocked. Deerpelt realized that if she was really trying to hurt him, she could have jumped. He forced himself to stand their calmly even though his fur was bristling. "If you wanted me to stay, you could have just said." He didn't know what she wanted from him, and she didn't know either. Perhaps she was lonely. Roaming by herself may have taken a toll on her. But something predatory in her eyes made him doubt that was the true reason, so he kept those thoughts to himself.
As the tom turned around she loosened her grip on his tail. She didn't want to hurt him too much. The Huntress hardly flinched when he lashed out, again predictably. He knew that he was playing right into her paws, and had take a moment to gather himself again. It was almost too easy for her. How long could she make him play this game? "What was that proverb..." She sighed and looked up as if she had to think about it. "Oh yeah, actions speak louder than words, so I grabbed your tail. Clearly, you're still here." She took a few steps forwards until she was back inside his striking range. " I didn't think we had a proper conversation, so I wanted and want you to stay here." She opened her mouth and flashed him some teeth. "If you turn your back again, I will bite harder next time."
He was surprised at The Huntress's bold actions, but it was refreshing at the same time. Deerpelt's old clan was bold in much the same way and he was unused to the new gentleness in FallClan. Her threat didn't really scare him - probably because she wasn't actually trying - and he sat down in front of her, wrapping his spotted tail around his paws. "Okay," he sighed. "Let's have a 'proper conversation' then, Miss Huntress. Why are you called so many names anyway? One is enough for most of us."
The Bengal smirked as she saw his posture relax enough to sit down. She relaxed her muscles and she mirrored his posture as she sat down. "Well, where I come from names are sacred. You don't simply say someone's birth name. It is the name known to the gods, the family, and the leader." She paused to think of how to explain it to the tom. From her experience the whole naming thing rarely made sense. "A name invokes memories and emotion powerful enough to sway minds. Why speak it freely?"
Deerpelt nodded, not really understanding but trying to be polite regardless. "I see. So it's not something you just share with everyone. But why receive a name then if nobody can even say it? What is its significance?" This was not the conversation the tom had been expecting to have when he left camp today, but he was here now so he might as well just settle in for the ride.
(Sorry this took so long. I was not in a great place to write last week.)
"You have your gods and ancestors, and I have mine. You have your rituals, as do I. My name is known to my gods and my parents." It was more of a half truth. She had been around this parts a while ago, so some cats certainly remembered her real name, but he was clearly too young. The Huntress's prime had begun a while ago, and she didn't plan on it ending soon. "As for you, why Deerpelt? Why not something more interesting?"
The FallClan tom nodded at her response. He had decided to move on when she directed a similar question back at him. "My name is supposed to have two meanings," he explained to the Huntress, clawing at the ground with one paw absentmindedly. "Deer is for the spots on my fur. I was named it as a kit. When I became a warrior, I earned the second part of my name. It's pelt because of my looks as well. A boring name for a boring cat." And truthfully nothing big had happened in Deerpelt's life up until the last few moons. He wasn't ashamed of his name. It fit his past circumstances. But maybe now he could embrace the new wild streak he was developing. _ ooc; no worries of course! I hope you're better now, not to rp with but just in general c:
The rogue couldn't stop herself at visibly gagging at the tom's explanation of his name. "Hmpf, yeah. That's an awful, boring name. Why don't you change it? I'm sure whatever-star wouldn't care. I bet he doesn't even know your name, let alone who you are." She sighed and looked him over again. "I couldn't help you much there, but whatever. If you want something cooler, like maybe... Orion or something. A name that doesn't talk about your fur, which, frankly, deserves more than whatever your name means." She didn't know him, but she truly believed in her naming philosophy. He did not deserve that worthless name, no one did.
The Huntress's direct manner of speaking was refreshing. Deerpelt was used to it from SunClan, and he didn't let himself get riled up no matter the offense. Honesty didn't always equal offense. Still, the rogue was most likely saying it to get under his skin. Cruel reasoning or not, the tom was tired out from the strong emotions he'd allowed himself to feel earlier and the tenseness of being on guard around The Huntress. He wasn't going to fight with her. "Changing it is a lot of work," he said, flopping onto his side now. It wasn't completely relaxed - his tail still twitched with some tenseness. Still, he was trying to not be so stiff. "Besides, it's just a name. Who I am isn't important anymore. I'm not in FallClan to be known anyway."
"You say that now when you mean nothing. Maybe someday you'll want to be more than complacent with your time in FallClan." The Bengal relaxed as she saw the tom slowly release the tension in his muscles. She never wanted to fight him, beyond maybe a nice little tussle, but nothing serious. She didn't want to spill blood today. "All it takes is a little bit of willpower. Just tell everyone to call you a different name. Most won't say no, and, if they do, a quick little claw to the nose never hurt." She had been in a Clan a long time ago herself. She knew minor offenses like that never really amounted to anything, but they worked quite well from her experience. "Do yourself a favor."
