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How in the world had Moltenmidnight wound up in NightClan? DayClan territory didn't come close to touching the land of shadows and a shocking number of waterfalls, but somehow he'd gotten so caught up in the hunt that he'd crossed not one but two borders. The bengal tom only noticed his error when the sun set and the darkness around him was a few shades, well, darker than it was in DayClan.
"Fox-dung," He murmured, turning back immediately. He'd lost the trail of his rabbit anyway and was in a foul mood; running into trouble of any kind now was sure to end badly with his current attitude, no matter how friendly his adversary, ".... Which way was home, again?"
Moltenmidnight had never been in NightClan territory before and had taken more than a few twists and turns during his failed hunt. His sense of direction wasn't anything to brag about either; he'd just have to go with his gut. So, the DayClan tom picked a path and committed to it, unaware that he was heading deeper into the territory that he was trying to leave.
"I know your clan likes to have cats come and go whenever they please," there was a slight distaste in her voice, "may I remind you that this is, in fact, not DayClan."
The voice belonged to a dark tortie with meadow-green eyes, which were narrowed into almost impercievable slits. Her tail swept across the grass and her claws unsheathed into the earth as a display of warning. She was not afraid to tear into this cat if that proved to be the case; her large scar across her cheek proved that.
Darkmeadow wasn't all bite, though, even though she was mostly bite. She did have some charm to her when she needed to, but since her fight with Phantomfox, the she-cat had been in a consistently bad mood. "I suggest you scurry on home, boy."
The fur on the nape of Moltenmidnight's neck stood on end and his many moons of battle training, as well as his Pravus Nocte blood, overrode any of his common sense. In the moment, he was running on autopilot, and it had locked on to the perceived aggressor that was Darkmeadow. Letting out a muted growl, Moltenmidnight launched himself at the NightClan she-cat, paws outstretched but claws sheathed. He wasn't trying to hurt her, just incapacitate her long enough to reevaluate the situation.
(Sorry it's short, fight scenes are hard to RP xD)
She hadn't expected the attack, but she'd grown quiet adept at fighting a cat larger than herself. Her fight with the Loyal Guard Captain may have left her scarred, but it did give her experience about anticipating the movements of an opponent. Still, she was slightly surprised by the move, and her reaction time was just a little too slow. Despite her dodge to the side, he was still able to knock over her back legs. She let out a grunt, falling to the ground where she struggled under his weight for a moment. Giving up on the strategy of just throwing him off, she let out a hiss before rolling over, dislodging him by forcing his body between hers and the ground. She scrambled away from him before he could react, her teeth bared.
"That," she growled, "was not your best idea." She padded back towards him, placing her paw on his shoulder. She unsheathed her claws slightly, enough to draw blood but not enough to bleed more than a few drops. "You have a few options. You either state your business immediately and I forget you just attacked me, or I will move my paw over two inches and pierce your jugular with my claw. The decision is yours, sweet pea."
Apparently, losing a mate and perhaps losing an eye in the span of a month was enough to make a girl a little more aggressive than self-preservation said she should be. After all, by speaking to him and not giving a death blow while she had the chance, she had lost her temporary upper hand.
Moltenmidnight hadn't thought the attack through very far nor had he expected Darkmeadow to be so sure on her feet. Sparring with DayClan cats was easy because they all had a similar fighting style so it was easy to predict, not so much with a foreign cat like Darkmeadow. It was obvious in hindsight but still a lesson a tom like him had to learn the hard way. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, willing himself to calm down, and wisely decided it best to stay on the ground with her paw to his throat and answer her questions honestly.
"I was just chasing a rabbit and got a little turned around. In other words, I want to be here about as much as you want me to be here," The bengal tom knew what he was saying was hard to believe. The DayClan-NightClan border was hard to miss, in fact, you pretty much had to be intentional to get this far, he knew that. But still, he continued with the truth, "Will you let me up now? I shouldn't have lunged at you, I just felt like I didn't have any other option in the moment. I'm sure you understand the feeling."
Darkmeadow relaxed slightly, removing her foot from his shoulder. "I don't, actually," she meowed with a flick of her tail. "Generally, I use a bark - then - bite strategy, compared to your bite - then - bark. Makes conflicts a little less bloody, no?" Despite the irritation still in her voice, if he paid close attention, he would hear her soften slightly. The world had hardened her, but that didn't mean she herself was hard, at least, not exactly.
"Name's Darkmeadow," she meowed in a tone that was almost flat but almost a grumble. "Are all of you feathered friends as directionally clueless?" It was a slight jab at DayClan's traditions, but it wasn't the most aggressive. "Last I checked, it ain't the easiest border to cross." She let out a sigh, shaking her head. "You're lucky I'm in a good mood. I have half the nerve to play a game of slice'n'dice with ya."
"Bark-then-bite is risky if you're facing the unknown. It's better to gain the upper hand and then ask questions from a position of power," Moltenmidnight replied, getting back to his feet slowly, "Of course, it has it's own risks as well. Such as failing to get control of the situation and pissing off your opponent..."
He gave her a sort of embarrassed smile, not meeting Darkmeadow's gaze. He was ashamed, "You're right, I am lucky you're in a good mood. If roles were reversed I wouldn't have let me free."
Moltenmidnight had more he wanted to say, such as something inside of him told him to attack, an instinct that was getting harder and harder for him to ignore as he matured. Back when Fuzzyheart was alive, he had a guide, but now... he was on his own. And today he was on his own in foreign lands. Why was he thinking about his dead dad with an enemy in front of him!?
"Anyway," He said after a pause, his kiwi green eyes returning to Darkmeadow, "You'll have to point me in the right direction home if you want to be rid of me."
"More often than not, if you come into a foreign clan's territory swinging, they're going to swing back and harder," she meowed with a shrug about his comment about pissing the opponent off. "So, you'll either have to get better at fighting if that's your MO, or you might want to come in a little less guns ablazing next time." She didn't know why she was giving the tom advice, but maybe it was because it was nice to have someone to talk to that wasn't insistent on either completely ignoring her dead mate's very existence or reminding her that her mate was dead every few minutes. Even if the tom was annoying, at least it was better than that.
Darkmeadow shrugged at his second set of words. "I've had my fair share of fights where I wasn't let free, and I figured that it ain't that serious," she meowed. Really, she had probably decided that the tom was large enough that he'd actually be a problem for her to handle after he regained his composure. She found a smile of her own crossing her lips as she watched him. She didn't really know why, maybe his embarassed smile was just contagious, or maybe she wasn't quite as hard as she seemed to be at first.
She studied him for a quick moment. He looked somewhat familiar, but she couldn't quite place why. Maybe he was related to that new NightClan member... Bubble.... Bubble... Bubbleguppy? Was that her name? "If you're not going to attack me, or steal a rabbit, or any tomfoolery," she meowed, "I suppose I can make time to get you back to wherever you're going. Guess I needed to get my steps in anyway," she meowed with a flick of her tail. "You wanting to intrude on SunClan or MoonClan? Don't feasibly see a way we'll avoid one of the two, unless you're a swimmer?"
"I came through SunClan, but I'd rather not go back that way," Moltenmidnight replied, falling in step at Darkmeadow's side but just barely a pace behind. It was clear that he was naturally the leader type who did not yield authority very easily, if not in how closely he was walking the the lead position than for the stiff-shouldered way he presented himself, "I don't much mind going for a swim, if memory serve's that's my only option if I don't want to intrude on the lands of the chosen..."
Up close now he had quite the devilish good looks. He was a large, sleek-furred tom with rippling muscles on a gorgeous, midnight black rosettes dotting his otherwise golden pelt. Moltenmidnight's visage screamed exotic and deadly all except for those friendly kiwi eyes and soothing, yet commanding voice. It was a little contradicting, but so was he, friendly one minute and launching himself at a stranger with unsheathed claws the next.
"... however, I'll trust my lovely guide on the matter, seeing as she's been benevolent so far. I am at your mercy."
"A charmer, are we?" she meowed with a raised eyebrow. Darkmeadow had at one point been the same way; the chase was fun, if nothing else, especially if you knew the chase wasn't going to lead to anything. It became just a game, and a game the warrior liked to play. "You wouldn't be the first cat to come to NightClan from DayClan to swoon someone. It happened just the other day with that girl who looks like you," she meowed with a bit of a smirk, before taking him in once. She had to admit, he wasn't hard on the eyes. Not the kind of cat she would usually go for, but he had good bones. "I would hold off on calling me benevolent, though. We've only just met." She gave him a wink before shrugging.
"You know what? Maybe let's go for a swim. I hear that there's some extra fun creatures that live in the water; it might be entertaining." There was something... wrong with the waters of NightClan. Every cat in the group knew it, but no one knew why. Darkmeadow knew that it was probably a better idea to just go through MoonClan's territory, but that wasn't nearly as fun. "If you see a giant fish, no you didn't," she then proclaimed as she made a sharp turn to head towards the water.
Moltenmidnight nearly stumbled as Darkmeadow suddenly made a sharp turn in direction. Logically it should have alarmed him given that, assuming she'd been leading him correctly from the beginning, making such a sudden change didn't make a whole lot of sense. Unfortunately, being a hot blooded young tom won out in the end, and his curiosity was peeked at the mention of unusual creatures at the water's edge. He justified the impulse by judging that whatever he found would be good intel for DayClan and quickly followed.
"What do you know of these so-called water creatures?" He asked as he caught up, again walking nearly shoulder to shoulder with his guide, "Do you think they are good eating? Not that I'll be taking any home with me, of course, but I'll have to admit that I'm curious."
