CLOSED [taint's hut]

Goldenstorm trotted silently behind Birchstar, having a difficult time reading her expression. When the older she-cat cast a look back at her, the warrior met her gaze with her bright yellow eyes, offering her a hesitant smile. It seemed to the black and golden warrior that Birchstar was reliving some sort of memory, so she kept quiet. It was clear that sometimes, not talking meant a lot more than talking.

However, as they passed the scent borders of two loners, or rogues, maybe, Goldenstorm found herself picking up the pace. Striding alongside Birchstar, her ears perked and her eyes darting around the occupied forest, she couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy. There were two strangers somewhere, and it seemed that, if they kept going in the direction they were going in, a run-in would be inevitable.

As Birchstar hid herself behind a pine, Goldenstorm followed suit and crouched behind the cover of a bramble bush. Following her leader's gaze to the squirrel that lay between the two cats, she realized her leader's thoughts and frowned. While she certainly was hungry - she'd given her meal to the leader, after all - was something this brazen really worth it? Well. Who was she to judge brazen acts. Making eye contact with Birchstar, Goldenstorm tipped her head in the direction of the pale tom. She was hoping to convey that, should they steal the prey, Goldenstorm would cover the leader by attacking him.

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Mouse had, as usual, ignored the borders of what was clearly some cat’s territory. She went as she pleased and did as she pleased; trespassing wasn’t about to stop her. Besides, it had been awhile since she’d had a good fight. The white and brown molly could use some blood on her claws. Hearing what sounded like a commotion, she perked her ears and trotted towards it.

Mouse was probably one of the few cats who would go into possible danger, but she was also well-capable of handing herself. Besides, she’d welcome a fight. She was bored. Inching closer to the sound, she peered around a bramble bush to see two thin she-cats being circled by a Siamese tom. They all seemed tense, and as she watched, the black and orange molly stiffened. They had a dangerous air to them. She was interested. Turning her gleaming green gaze to the tom, she studied him.

He looked powerful, but she wasn’t sure if he’d be able to handle the two cats on his own. That was when another scent hit her, and she realized that yet another cat was watching the trio. Hmmm... if this cat was on the tom’s side, this fight would be even. No use needlessly getting involved. As much as she craved a fight, Mouse sheathed her claws and concealed herself in the woods. She’d approach them at the right time.

Mouse watched as something changed within the two she-cats. Leaning forward slightly, she could practically taste the tension. She loved it. Watching as the darker, skinnier cat grabbed the squirrel and bolted, she turned her attention back to the silvery cat just as they had begun some sort of tug-of-war with her tail. It looked awfully painful... wincing slightly when the she-cat broke free and ran off, she turned to the cat who had bumped into her.

“First of all: watch where you’re going! You’re lucky I’m in a good mood” - watching fights always made her happy - “or else I might have had a more... severe... reaction.” Turning around completely so that she could study this molly, she was surprised to find her trembling and cowering. “Rosie, huh? I’m Mouse. And what’s wrong? Don’t like violence?” She flicked her ear and cast a cool glance back to the fight.

“Well, that’s just a part of life. It can be fun, but I get it, sometimes it can be scary.” She suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable, as she wasn’t that great at consoling.

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