.. Patrol (Whitewind, Open)

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"Fine, as long as you make sure not to get in my way when we drive them away."

Whitewind was suprised, however, when the loner did appear. This cat wasn't like most loners-he seemed jolly and friendly. But they were still a loner, and loners had to be driven away.

"This is our territory, not yours," she growled along side Pinefrost, the fur along her spine beginning to rise in hopes of scaring the tom off. He didn't seem like the type to stay and fight if it came to that. "So get out of here or we'll make you. Ear's clawed!"

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Simba was unfazed by the dark gray tom's threats. "You don't really think I'm afriad of you two, do you?" he said, his tone of voice somewhat 'know it all'ish, but still somewhat happy. "I've studied Shadowclan's battle moves, so if you attack, I can easily dodge."

The brown tabby thought for a moment. Living life as a loner was boring. Clan life did seem much more entertaining and worth while... Maybe the path of a clan cat was his destiny after all. And these two could be his gateway to a more exciting life...

"But let's not waste time fighting. There's something I kinda wanted to ask you..." His voice trailed off a bit as his mind scrambled to think of the right words. "Do you two... enjoy clan life? Do you think that a certain loner could join?" He flashed the she-cat a smile. She seemed more friendly... and less lilkely to attack.

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Rage filled the large tom as the loner spoke. He seemed so high and mighty. The hair on his back stood, making the large cat look even bigger. His claws flexed, digging furrows into the cold ground. This loner says he could dodge any of their attacks. What a stupid tom he was. There had been no battles lately, so he probably just saw apprentice training. That was nothing compared to the real thing. This tom must have never fought to think that training would count as the same thing. Pinefrost, however, had already proven his worth as a warrior. The scars under his dark tabby coat proved it.

A vicious growl rose from the warrior's throat as the loner finished speaking. Now Pinefrost was sure that this tom had a screw loose. Him? Join the clan? The thought was almost enough to send the large tom rolling on the ground laughing. Almost. There is no way Spottedstar would ever let the likes of you into our clan. Pinefrost spat out at the loner. Shadowclan would never let loners into the clan. They never had and never will. That kind of thing was for the weaker clans. Pinefrost had to hold himself back as the loner flirted with his patrol partner. How dare he! Flirting with a clan cat in front of him was very close flirting with death. The large tom's eyes narrowed, his gaze baring down on the other tom.

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For once, Whitewind was silent. He... wanted to join Shadowclan? It was highly unlikely that he would be accepted. And, if what he said was true, he'd studied Shadowclan cats, he should have known that cats without clan blood weren't tolerated...

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"Are you sure about that?" Simba challenged. "Think about it-it's leaf-bare and prey is running short. Wouldn't another pair of paws help the clan? And sure, there'd be another mouth to feed, but I can catch two times the amount of what I eat. If you take me to your camp and let me speak to your leader-Spottedstar, right?-and we'll see what they think."

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Positive. Pinefrost growled. HA! This tom really thought he was all that? He thought he'd be accepted into the clan just like that becasue he might bring in some food? If this cat was so interested in clan life, he should go talk to those soft hearted fools in Thunderclan or maybe even Windclan. This tom was really getting under Pinefrost's pelt, something no cat wanted to do.

Lips raised, a growl tore through the dark grey warrior's throat. His muscles contracted, getting ready to pounce on the intruder. He must be run off. He had no place here. Plus, he was angering Pinefrost. He was basicly insulting the clan. The tom was so wrapped up in anger that he even failed to notice the silence of Whitewind, who was almost never silent. It was time to chase this tom off and teach him a lesson. The large tom rocked back on his haunches, claws extending from his paws in preperation. His body tensed, about to release forward and throw the tom's body at the loner.

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"Stop!"

Whitewind stepped forward, her tail blocking Pinefrost from attacking the loner. "This is no time to be throwing yourself into battle. With leaf-bare upon us, the herb supply is small. Do you really want to risk getting hurt at a time like this?"

Turning her attention to Simba she hissed, "Go. If you really want to join one of the clans, then your certainly not joining this one."

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Simba snorted at the tom's short reply. "You don't know what you'll be missing out on!" he insisted. "Maybe your leader will be a bit more sensible."

The brown tabby couldn't help but smile as the she-cat blocked his path. But his smile turned into a frown as she went on. She didn't seem to understand either!

"You realise that if I do join another clan, you'd just have one more cat to face in battle. One cat can make all the difference. This is a one time offer, I hope you know. If you go changing your mind, don't even bother looking for me."

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Pinefrost gave one last snarl at the loner, then stood. His brisled pelt started to lay flat, but not completly. He was still on edge. His sharp claws dug into the frozen ground, ripping deep gashes into it. They yearned to latch onto this pathetic loner, to rip his pelt open and leaving him bleeding. The large tom's lip raised just at the thought of being able to go at this tom. Him and his self richous attitude. Ugh. And Whitewind had to stop him from showing him a piece of his mind. She-cats and their sempathy. Of course, she did have quite a good point about the herb supply... but still. Anger boiled in the dark tabby tom. Oh how he just wanted to tear open this guy. Pinefrost could feel it in his claws already, the texture of his sharp talons sliding through pelt and muscle like butter...

Another growl erupted from the tom's lips. We couldn't care less about the likes of you. Leave now, and good ridance.The tom spat for good measure, then his eyes narrowed as he spoke once more. You wouldn't last two seconds in battle before I had torn you to shreds. And trust me, I would do so gladly, along with any other cats who would let a loner like you join their ranks.

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Whitewind looked from Simba then back to Pinefrost. The tom only seemed more angry then before. She held back a sigh of relief as he spoke. She didn't want an uneeded fight breaking out during leaf-bare.

She turned her attention back to the loner tom who had dared to stray into their territory. She narrowed her eyes, but kept her claws sheathed. If the toms did get into a fight, she didn't want to be a part of it.

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Simba bit his lip angrilly. Stupid tom! I have a perfectly good reason for joining, but all he cares about is me being a loner! Letting out an exasperated sigh, the tom closed his eyes and didn't meet Pinefrost's eyes as he spoke.

"Fine then. I see how it is. I'll leave you with your girlfriend," he spat bitterly before storming away. When he was still in ear reach, he hissed over his shoulder, "I hope you and the rest of your silly clan rot like the pieces of crow-food that you are!"

With that, he disappeared into the trees, leaving the two clanmates alone.