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Otterpaw, the diligent apprentice he was, had opted to go on a solo hunting trip in the late hours of the night--not his first outing like this, but his first straying so far from camp. He took careful mind of the border only a few tail-lengths away, vowing not to cross over it even by a single inch. What good was the code, if everyone just broke it the second they weren't being observed? Unlike other cats he knew, Otterpaw had integrity.
A new scent, stranger than anything he'd ever scented before, grew stronger and stronger as he froze in place. His training told him to stand his ground against the possible threat, but he couldn't get his body to move like he wanted it to. He gulped and tried to sound confident. "Who's there...?"
Applepaw was about the furthest thing from threatening that any cat could possibly see. Most of the time, she somehow looked like a drown rat even when she was completely dry. ... In the best of ways, of course ... After all, if you tilted your head at a twenty seven degree angle, Applepaw would almost be sort of beautiful.
"That depends, who's askin'?" she retorted, her ears pricking. She genuinely didn't know how she got here. She remembered leaving camp the night before, but after that.... nothing. Just a big expanse of nothing, until this exact moment, when she heard his voice. She looked around, a little disoriented. Where was she? She certainly wasn't in Kansas anymore.
Otterpaw frowned at the...unimpressive-looking she-cat who appeared. He himself was not a particularly well-muscled guy, but he trained hard and consistently, and he'd been able to build up a fair bit of strength. That thought served to calm him as he stared the stranger down, trying to sound as authoritative as possible. "A proud member of FallClan," he said, voice hard, "whose border you're about to cross. That's who's asking."
She tilted her head; it was strange to her that someone was so focused on the border. SwiftClan just accepted whoevever showed up with a brief nod, and her dad was half from DayClan, which also didn't give a damn about who went where. The idea that other clans weren't like that was still strange to me.
"Well," she retorted with a flick of her tail, "then I'm a proud of SwiftClan!" She lifted her chin to make herself look more... intimidating ? That wasn't the right word, nothing about her was intimidating. "What is with you people and borders, anyways?" she asked, before purposely stepping over the border with a "try me" look in her eyes.
Otterpaw's eyes narrowed, body stiffened. "Oh, SwiftClan?" he asked, his tone a mixture of nervousness about his first real confrontation with an outsider and excitement about the same thing. "You guys are that fake Clan, right? Explains why you're so lackadai--lacksidaisy--unbothered about borders. Here in the mountain Clans we actually care about these things. Like a true Clan should."
he probably shouldve reatced more directly to applepaw stepping over but 1. i didnt read properly and already wrote the response and 2. my eyes hurt LMAO
