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[DEACON]

On the outskirts of loner territory, one cat absent of any code or creed was heartily enjoying batting about a mouse.

Left and right they swung their paw, pinning it when they could, letting it go a moment later, playing with their food in a way that RiverClan had forbidden them from (another slight against the groups... why deny them from doing something so natural?) It was a game that could've lasted hours and likely would've until either the rodent's heart gave out or they got too hungry. They had been the two conclusions Deacon had come to. What they hadn't envisioned was sending the creature a little bit too far, giving it the chance to find its paws and scurry across onto clan territory before they had a chance to catch up to it.

"Oh you absolute muppet." They scuffed a paw against the soil that marked the border, watching their prize and plaything disappear behind a thin wall of foliage. Deacon doubted it would go very far, they'd smacked its head so many times it'd be a miracle if it knew its nose from its tail. A very easy kill for whatever SkyClanner stumbled upon it, not so much for the tabby who had to debate whether crossing onto clan territory was even worth it without a gang. Past conquests still scarred the skin above their eye, and alone, they would be lucky to keep healthy.

Their claws unsheathed at the indignation of it all. Perhaps they should've joined up with some of the Twolegplace rogues. As weak as they may have been compared to their old friends, they'd have at least been useful. A bit less food for a chance at old glory: it almost sounded like a worthy exchange to one who could not stand the boredom of being civil.

Deacon entered a hunter's crouch, imagining such shields beside them now. The black tabby's haunches wriggled, preparing to dive into the foliage after their lost prey... then, a smirk pierced their muzzle. It had only been a glimpse of something moving ahead (the rustle of a tree branch, the crunch of branches against well-worn paws), but it was enough for the cat to get the message. 'Made you look,' their expression aimed to emulate, their yellow eyes wide with teasing.

"Hey twinkletoes, get that for me, would'ja?" They waited only a second before their voice raised. "Wababababa before you say 'oh, this is on our territory', I'm a cat in need. Gonna starve and all that." Staying in SkyClan for a spell had taught them that this area of the forest tended to be softer than wool - they'd accept the charity if it meant being unpunished for their hunting hubris.

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[falcongaze]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- He's nestled high above- in branches familiar to his skin and breath- and here, he feels free. Free-er then he could in camp, surrounded by daylight warriors and apprentices that were given a better start then he, the bitter irony not leaving him anytime he sees them. Eyes narrow gently at the movement across the border. Yes, he's been watching him for a long moment- long enough to know that this rogue could have pinned their claws into the flesh of the rodent, long enough to know the words about to come out of his mouth weren't true.

His fur stands on end briefly as the other drops into a crouch, threatening to leap across the border. Falcongaze's ears twitch and he moves to drop to the next branch, to settle over where any stupider of a cat would've been easily caught in a classic Skyclan maneuver. Storm-blues narrowed as the smirk lights across their mouth and Deacon looks at where Falcongaze would have been. Shit. He's been had, then?

Falcongaze drops from the tree, all long legs and sour expressions. He needs to work on his stealth- he wonders briefly if anyone in camp could help him with that. No, he needs to stay focused. Twinkletoes. His muzzle wrinkled, and lazily does his vision shift towards the scampering of rodent. Given it's nature, he wonders briefly if it's sick, and in his moment of 'hesitance', it was gone. Falcongaze turned his vision back towards Deacon, vision piercing and taking clear inventory of Deacon's body.

"So?" He finally speaks, his tail sweeping the ground behind him. "You seemed perfectly capable of killing that mouse in the minutes before you taunted me." Falcongaze says, shifting his weight side to side. I'm not giving you shit, buddy. Falcongaze stares on, knowing soon enough there would be a patrol along. .. Starve, for all I care.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── THEYRE ALL THAT I WAS ⋅❁⋅ AND NEVER COULD BE ──┐‎

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• FALCONGAZE 🌧 he/him, warrior of skyclan, eighteen moons.
  ⭃ LH chocolate lynx point with deep blue eyes, and a long scar on his left cheek down under his jawline. pushes his 'hair' back. very long legged, half oriental moggie.
  ⭃ mentored by greeneyes / / mentoring radiopaw
  ⭃ padding after drowsynose / / brother to spottedpaw and sagepaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[MALLOWLARK]

Oh, he remembered the days before all this territory stuff... before WindClan trounced all over his moors and ruined them, yeah! It was the way everything was supposed to happen, he knew that... silver eyes had always stared at the future, covetous of those who could read it better than him, but always ready to acknowledge it. And it had all turned out pretty good, hadn't it? Without a horrible, rotted moor, maybe he never would have gotten away... never would have stood atop bones, and met a phantom while stood on a grave.

Face numbed with a grin, he teetered out from between the pines. He didn't often climb, like the rest of them ... no, his paws wre a bit calloused but better on the ground, nestling himself there with great comfort. Doglike, he head tilted to the side- interest flickered argent. Going to starve, they said! Mallowlark looked the stranger up and down, eyes briefly flickering snap-quick to Falcongaze, who didn't seem very accommodating. Who was, these days!

"You look meaty enough to truck on for another week or so!" Mallowlark commented, head falling even, even, even further to the side. Inky paws stayed rooted in place, though ... and his pupils didn't leave unfamiliar eyes of yellow. "HAH!" A sudden cackle left him, the image of a thin, desperate, stumbling thing entering his mind... desperate enough to... "Y-You can always go peel something off the- of the Thu-huh-hunderpath... nyahaha...!" ​

☺PENNED BY PIN​

 

[DEACON]

Twinkletoes revealed himself and Deacon's attention shot towards Falcongaze, gesturing with his pupils to the empty space in his mouth where a dazed rodent should be. Accusations of taunting almost made them forget about their hunger. They looked with wide eyes toward the SkyClanner, blinking away their confusion and letting an all too surly smile replace the shocked expression. 'Rats... I don't miss talking to Clanners. All uppity about the way I speak.' Wasn't that why RiverClan had exiled them to begin with?

Well... maybe eventually. They'd just expedited the process with a casual bit of regicide (was it truly regicide if your leader had more than one life?). "Oh, right, forgot you lot were sensitive. It's a term of endearment you plonker, don't want that one? Perhaps don't strut about like you got rattlin' snakes for toes." There were a few more terms of endearment they were thinking of for Falcongaze now, though, endearment may be too soft a word considering his paws were empty. It meant one thing that caused the hair upon Deacon's neck to stand, something that they'd hoped to avoid with their idea of pleasant conversation.

Ear-splitting laughter all but confirmed it. They were never seeing that mouse again.

And those not-so-endearing terms of endearing soon turned into a slurry of swears within his head.

"So... what? I ain't got no right to eat what I caught 'cause I don't follow the same code as you? I'm trying to be respectful and all that, you ain't seen me hop over this border yet and introduce your face to a Thunderpath Monster." Though, there was still time. They were confident they could deal with two SkyClanners, it was just what would happen if more were hanging from the tree like the squirrels they were. Their almond eyes burned with indignation, but they did not settle equally on Mallowlark or Falcongaze. They were cautious. Confident, but cautious.

"You got that mouse for free from me. Be nice, gimme some food in return, yeah?"

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[falcongaze]

Mallowlark wasn't his favorite individual- but perhaps just what this situation needed to get this rogue to move on. His tail twitched as Deacon spoke, a frown crossing his face. Twinkletoes. Stars, he hoped that Mallowlark hadn't heard that one- that would be just the cat to bring it back to camp, to have it haunt the next ten moons of his life. He thinks that he had only just broken free from the sewer-stink allegations that had chased him most of his life.

"There's plenty of land that isn't ours." Falcongaze responded with a tense voice, all but ignoring the urge to leap and attack. That wouldn't be wise- Falcongaze might've been smarter, but he only had average battle skills, this he knew. "Go find something to eat there- and if we were being disrespectful..." He drags the word out for a long moment, his ears twitching. "You wouldn't be unwounded in front of us. Find food elsewhere, rogue." The threat is extremely basic, but it drove his point home.

Leave, or else.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── THEYRE ALL THAT I WAS ⋅❁⋅ AND NEVER COULD BE ──┐‎

• "speech"
  

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• FALCONGAZE 🌧 he/him, warrior of skyclan, eighteen moons.
  ⭃ LH chocolate lynx point with deep blue eyes, and a long scar on his left cheek down under his jawline. pushes his 'hair' back. very long legged, half oriental moggie.
  ⭃ mentored by greeneyes / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ padding after lupinepaw / / brother to spottedpaw and sagepaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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