Crossover

[Jayflight]

Everyone owns a gun deep inside....

The gray hide rode atop the cat's bones, his plume of a tail stretching out behind him. Amer-yellow eyes glinted on the heather and bracken. An emotionless frown was plastered on his face, a notched ear completing his broad head. Hard to see like a snowflake standing out in an icey plain, his stripes marked his massive body. The fur was enterrupted rudely by two scars, one on his shoulder and one on his side. Long claws scraped the earth as the cat padded onward. He smiled, if only for a heartbeat. Everyone knew his name and who he was. Everyone would just love him on their side and hate to be against such a beast. Smokefeather. He looked like a grayscale lion prowling along, but the truth was as different as a death is to a litter of kits being born. "Windclan! Leopardstar? Are you there? It's me, Smokefeather!" His voice lowered to a growl. "Well, Smoke now."

It's just a matter of how much you let it slide.

[Ebonstar]

Smokefeather? What was he doing in Windclan territory? thought the night-black warrior who was crouched near the path Smokefeather took. He must be back from exile, trying to claim a place in another Clan. Stepping out from where he hid, Nightfeather seemed to just appear in front of the other tom. 'What do you want?' he announced angrily, glaring at him.

[Jayflight]

The cat looked calmly at the warrior. "I'd have thought you'd speak kinder to one such as I." He growled, flicking his tail. "And I also thought you'd be thankful to have one such as I in your clan. You all know my skills." He sat down, completely at home. His long claws were still safely sheathed and he seemed very peaceful, but this cat could never loose his daunting size and scars. "Don't you see how much stronger Windclan could be? You'd loose less with me in your ranks."

[Ebonstar]

Nightfeather was shocked at the attitude the exile presented, and responded with growing anger. 'How dare you think that you can come rocking into OUR territory after being exiled from a neighbouring Clan and expect to find a home? Yes, you may be right about your "reputation", but it's not up to you to decide.' The black tom was getting really worked up now, and was gearing up for a fight. He hoped it wouldn't come to that, but how did the saying go? You can never be too carefull.

[Jayflight]

"Perhaps you should let your leader decide that, little warrior." He continued on, his hackles rising. "And if I were to attack you, right now? Your alone and we all know how much damage-" He unsheathed his claws, "-I can do." He smiled a grim smile, standing and stepping closer to the other. Even if he was huge, he still stood as tall as he could and flexed his muscles.

Notes: Pardon his personality?

[{darkles}]

(ooc: May Darkwhisker butt in?)

[Jayflight]

(It's alright with me!)

[{darkles}]

(Ebonstar?)

[Ebonstar]

- - Fine by me :) - -

Nightfeather's anger was turning his gaze the colour of freshly fallen blood. His eyes saw every movement his opponent made as he hissed, 'I may know your reputation but do you know mine?' He didn't think the other tom would be stupid enough to have a go at him like this, especially when Smokefeather knew nothing about him, though he had seen some cats get smug and be prone to idiotic mistakes. Though he barely looked strong enough to lift a twig, ignorant opponents had found different. His lip raised in irritation, revealing long, sharp fangs that had opened many a vein as his wiry muscles spread taught over his large frame in rediance to fight. 'Try me, exile, and we'll see who comes out on top.'

>apologies about Nightfeathers behavior. He normally a nice, kind cat but as you can see, when something pulls at his temper. . . :D<

[Jayflight]

The cat laughed. "I might take you up on that offer." He didn't want to kill or badly wound this cat, but he still launched himself forward. He'd raise one paw above the cat and be ready to catch him if he dogded downward. If the tom attack his paw, there was always another to come and if it was in range, he could try to claw whatever was holding him. if the cat dogded downward, Smokefeather would grab the cat's throat with enough force to hold him and push down. This would pull one down unless they enjoyed a ripped neck or could wriggle free. If the cat dogded to one side, Smokefeather would move his raised paw to catch the cat on the face.

[{darkles}]

[Everyone's so intimately rearranged;]

It wasn’t often that Darkwhisker took a stroll all on his lonesome. The tabby tom was a relative newbie to WindClan, and therefore most of the territory was still alien to him. However on this particularly grey day, he had felt the need to stretch his legs, and had risen early to explore his new home. Being about as jovial as a badger and just as unwilling to make friends, it was not surprising that no cat had spoken to him as he left, padding out through the gorse bushes on a well trodden path. This was no big deal to him. He had never really had a companion of any sort, thus the social difficulties. In fact he had gotten so used to solitude that it was indeed a very rare occurrence to catch him pondering the best ways to make friends.

As he walked he studied the surrounding areas, making notes of landmarks, scent marks and other such notable things that could help him find his way home again if lost. He took the right fork of a split path. The imprints of many pads still indented into the softer soil. Lost in his own thoughts, it was more than a few heartbeats until Darkwhisker recognised nearby raised voices and the sounds of two felines gearing up for a fight. He may be anti-social and unfriendly, but he wasn’t stupid. He made an instinctive move towards the scene of the commotion, his previously scuffing paws now placed silently with extra precision and care. Coming up to the rear of a large grey tomcat he didn’t know, he decided to stay low in the grass. This was obviously an intruder, though the severity of the intrusion was unbeknownst to him, the crime having been committed before his acceptance into WindClan. A sudden gust of wind picked up the scent of the second cat, hidden behind the massive bulk of this uninvited guest. With a shock, he realised it was Nightfeather - his Clanmate!

Dark as his name suggests, he slipped between the shadows to get a better view of the situation. The large grey was clearly about to make a move, and though Darkwhisker couldn’t hear the conversation, he could tell that Nightfeather was only provoking the animal. This wasn’t normal behaviour for Nightfeather, and was seriously disturbing to the tabby as he continued to crouch in the grass, awaiting his cue.


[Lost and loaded, I've been waiting for this moment.]

[Ebonstar]

Almost every escape was blocked, but It seemed as though Smokefeather didn't really want to hurt him. Nightfeather noticed that and decided on using it to has advantage. Crouching slightly, he flung himself in the most unexpected direction, straight underneath his opponent. Scraping his claws along his belly, the warrior didn't extend them fully. They were out enough to teach him a lesson, but not to badly wound the other cat. slipping out the side, Nightfeather spun, knocking Smokes hind paws out from under him and sending him toppling to the ground. . . hopefully. Slipping backwards, the black tom moved out of the larger cats reach, but still close enough to be a threat. Lets see how he likes being the one bleeding! he thought as his eyes narrowed in distaste. A small wind swept through, ruffling his fur and brining the hint of fresh. . . cat. Inhaling slightly, Nightfeather pinned it down to a Windclan warrior, one he didn't know very well. What was his name? Darkwhisker, that was it. In an anger fueled thought, he praised the other Windcalnner for staying out of his way, even though he was still near enough to give backup, if needed.

[Jayflight]

The tom, at first, was confused at his rival's moves. But he he felt himself falling, he did what his mentor told him to and stepped outwards, farther than he would fall, with his front and back paws of taht direction and saved himself. But as his back paw would fly outward, he'd push off on that paw and launch himself back at his opponant. This time, it was merely running. But he looked as if he were running behind the cat when instead, at the last moment, he'd place his paws crookedly and kick out with his back, which would hopefully catch his opponant. "Gonna have to try harder, little warrior."

[Ebonstar]

One thing it looked like Smokefeather hadn't counted on was Nightfeather being totaly out of reach within seconds, though if he had been any slower, Smokes hind claws would have caught his shoulder. You were taught well, Exile, though I would have advised against further provoking an opponent.' Nightfeather looked around and flicked his ears at the Windclan warrior that was hidden. 'Darkwhisker, can you come out here, I really don't want to have to whip ths rogue back into shape, at least not at the moment.' Turning back to Smokefeather, he continued, 'We are not finished here, Exile, though I have an obligation to take any cat willing to join my clan back to the leader. Move, now.' Motioning with his tail, the black tom stepped behind him, flushing him in the direction of the camp.

[{darkles}]

[Everyone's so intimately rearranged;]

Peeking out from the depths of the grass Darkwhisker watched with his heart in his mouth as the two toms played their games of speed and wit. They were equally matched it seemed. He had never really been one for fighting, particularly not picking fights, but he could give a good scratch or two to anything that pushed the boundaries. He ducked his head lower as another short gust of wind threatened to reveal him but kept quiet and otherwise immobile. So, of course it came as quite a shock to him when Nightfeather called his name and asked for his presence - having had no inkling that the older Warrior knew he was there.

Raising himself to full, if unintimidating height, the darkly striped tabby stepped forwards, meeting the eyes of the large grey monster with a certain hint of defiance. An exile Nightfeather had said.. well now. That was interesting. Immediately the smaller cats mind began ticking over with intrigue. He padded slowly to parallel Nightfeather on the other side of the rogue, his ears indicating the intended path, eyes keeping a careful watch for any signs of sudden movement or attack. He nodded quietly to his Clanmate, the only gesture of acknowledgment that his social capabilities could bring him.


[Lost and loaded, I've been waiting for this moment.]

[Jayflight]

Smoke turned and stopped, he was tired of playing around. So he was pleased when Nightfeather at least tried to herd him to camp. "I may be exiled, but that doesn't mean I'm weak, little warrior." He spoke calmly, sheathing his claws again. "But you'd best that if there's a next time, your not alone." The gray cat's eyes ignored the glance from Darkwhisker, although he was not unaware of it. It was a cat he didn't know, most likely a former loner or rogue. He would have spat in disgust if he hadn't found it interesting. The clans were letting rogues into the ranks? Shrugging it off, the cat spoke. Calm as always and no trace of the former anger; "You do realize that I could be a very loyal Windclan cat, am I right?" The winds were nothing to him, they merely ruffled his fur and his legs looked like they could carry him swiftly enough to catch rabbits, no wonder he chose Windclan.

[Ebonstar]

'I believe that you will have no trouble betraying your clan, though you may not. 'Nightfeather flicked the statement back over his shoulder in an insulting manner. 'Now hurry up. I am expected back at camp soon.'

[{darkles}]

[Everyone's so intimately rearranged;]

Darkwhisker's ears switched into the conversation but he remained silent, keeping pace as the trio headed back to the camp.


[Lost and loaded, I've been waiting for this moment.]

[Jayflight]

He ignored nightfeather's first statement, increasing in speed to a steady lope. His ears were up and forward, picking up near everay sound.

[Ebonstar]

>I'll get leopardstar to post<

Padding into camp with the other cats on either side of him and called out. 'Leopardstar? Are you in camp?'

[Leopardstar]

Leopardstar heard the call of Nightfeather and raced out of her den. "Whats the matter " she called

[Ebonstar]

'Darkwhisker and I found this exile on our territory. He says he wants to join Windclan, so we brought him here.' Nightfeathers tone was slightly irritated, a faint reminder of his previous fury. Turning to Smokefeather, he snapped, 'Show some respect and introduce yourself. I'm not going to do it for you.'

[Jayflight]

He akoknowlegded the cat witha flick of his ears. "Smokefe-... JUst Smoke, now. And Nightfeather is corrrect; I have come to join your noble clan." He gave the black warrior a glance from the corner of his eye, tail resting on the ground and head lowered in the ultimate act of humbling one's self.

[Leopardstar]

>sorry for the short posting haaaha. It'll be better...... I promises<

Leopardstars first impression of the rouge was his toughness. Definatly a good asset to the clan she mused. Good looks like he can communicate she mrowed this time out loud. Although she said this with a touch of humor, familiar to only those who knew her well.
But it wasn't until she took a glance at Nightfeather that she knew it hadn't been like this, all fine and dandy before she arrived. She sent a understanding look to Nightfeather and not letting any of this exchange show turned back to Smoke.
Im Leopardstar. But just because you turn up here, doesn't mean you will be accepted. Ill have a warrior take you for a trail before you can be fully intiated into Windclan although this wont take long. From her words even a vole could tell she was impressed.
In fact she continued. Nightfeather! Why dont you look after Smoke before his intiation. Im sure you too will get on fine.
The last was said pointedly at Nightfeather implying : Dont stuff it up.
Im sure you 2 could learn ALOT from each other she mewed, SOMEWHAT innocently. She was vaguely aware of Darkwhisker nearby. Oh and Darkwhisker feel free to help out.[/i
Then realising things had to be done she meowed:
Ok follow me. With a flick of her tail she turned on her heels and padded back to camp, flicking her tail for all 3 to follow.

[Leopardstar]

>oh and Jay.... dont think that with this intiation you wont get in, of corse you will. This is just to spruse it up a bit< ^^