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There was nothing to eat on League territory. There hadn't been for a while, as was made obvious by the too-scrawny build of the black-furred tom. For a while he tried to push through it, but eventually hunger won out. He had wandered, and wandered far. After all, if he were to leave League borders long enough to hunt, he might as well make it count. The scent markers had become foreign to him, lacking the tang of blood he had grown accustomed to, though that only increased his confidence as he stalked past the invisible line. He wasn't Risingproblem anymore. He was a part of the League, twice the fighter of any of those sorry excuses for cats that called themselves warriors. They were nothing to a hunter.
He wasn't trying to be noticed. He did little to cover his scent - oh, if only his sister found traces of his scent and recognized it - but he certainly made use of the thick shadows that criss-crossed the territory. Perhaps he should've come during the day if he really wanted to go unseen, but honestly he wasn't adverse to the idea of digging his claws into the pelt of one of his former Clanmates. Let them see what he was made of now.
Havoc never let his guard drop completely. Even now, as he ravenously tore into a meager mouse, he kept his ears pricked with the occasional glance up to skim the shadows. Blood scent was sure to catch attention if he took too long, and he didn't want to be caught off guard by a MoonClan cat.
A beautiful young apprentice had caught a wiff of a foreign scent she wasn't familiar with. Curious, she decided to follow it, keeping alert until the black tom came into view. The dark red feline marched up bravely to the intruder. "What do you think your doing?" She hissed, her turquoise eyes holding pure hostility.
He had just swallowed down the last scrap of mouse when the apprentice spoke up. His head snapped up towards her, a critical look in his eyes as he met the hostility in her own gaze evenly. He was hoping that, if he were to find a MoonClan cat, it would be a warrior and was honestly disappointed with what he got instead. He didn't launch himself immediately to attack the apprentice, though. The advantage of her youth was that she likely would not recognize him. So he decided to see how far he could get in toying with her as he told her, "I'm eating. It's been a while since I've last been able to say that."
"MoonClan, huh?" At least it seemed they were still pretending to be an actual Clan. With one paw the tom began to dig at the ground, covering the remains of his meal up. His gaze was focused on his task, but both ears remained trained firmly on the apprentice as he muttered, "I thought I heard you Moon cats were a little nicer than this."
She looked away, her face cross. "Most of us are. Thats why I cant wait to leave. This clan is too soft." She looked back up at the tom and pinned her ears back, "but I will still defend it because my family is here."
Slightly mismatched eyes had snapped back up as she spoke, and when she looked back at the intruder she would be met with an expression that seemed at least slightly intrigued. "What makes you say you're Clan's too soft, hm?" he asked, still seemingly unfazed - or at least non-threatened - by her hostility. Perhaps he was, in a way, fortunate to have found this young she-cat.
She realized what she had said and immediately regretted it. Did he think they were weak? "They are just too kind." She added bluntly, hoping to hide her mistake of words. "They care about each other and talk about /feelings/." She gagged at the last word.
He couldn't help the harsh laugh that slipped out at her response. "I suppose I can't fault you on that opinion," he said with a smirk. Eyes looking the apprentice over, this time in search of what strengths she may have as opposed to what weaknesses he could pick out, he added, "You're different, though. You're actually interesting."
She forced a smile away at the compliment. She liked this tom but he was still intruding. "Thanks. But your still not welcome here. I suggest you leave before a patrol finds you." Why was she being nice to him? Perhaps it could be because she admired him.
"Oh, I bet I could take a patrol," he said with a shrug. He didn't really believe that of course. He certainly felt confident enough to take on any single MoonClan cat, but he wasn't stupid enough to think he could deal with an entire patrol alone. This apprentice didn't need to know that. With his smirk growing a fraction he meowed, "I would think your bigger concern would be how long you'll be welcome here with your attitude."
"If they want to exile me, they can go right ahead" she grumbled. "I'm meant for much more. I know I am." She lashed her tail. "The only thing keeping me here is my family and the fact that I am still an apprentice. If only my mentor would teach me more battling techniques. I want to make my enemies cower down to me." She then realized how much information she was telling this strange cat. This cat probably could care less about her. For all she knew, he could be a spy and he's getting information from her.
The tom stayed quiet as the she-cat spoke. He let a few moment of silence stretch between them before he broke into low chuckling. "You're an interesting little apprentice," he said, his hostility seeming to fade as he lifted a paw to clean his muzzle of his meal. His gaze scanned the shadows, searching for any signs of movement that might betray an eavesdropper, before he said, "I wouldn't normally be so willing to offer this, but you're very different from your Clanmates." Getting to his paws, the black-and-white hunter took a step towards the young she-cat. "I used to be a MoonClan cat you know." He didn't want to jump straight into his offer. He wanted to be sure this cat was worth his time and the risk she could pose to his standing in the League.
He gave a small shrug before he answered her question. "Oh, at first it was because of Wastedstar and her ridiculous 'moon god'." He paused a moment, wondering briefly what the apprentice thought about the former leader, unaware of the fact that she was no longer part of the Clan, before he added, "I've since grown to realize, however, that it's a good thing I left for where I am now."
"Is it a better life where you live?" She asked, wondering if he was even going to answer all of her questions. She felt as if she was asking too many.
He flashed his teeth in a dark grin. "Much." Many cats might disagree, and even the dark tom himself knew there were definitely parts of Clan life easier than his current life. But he was interested in this cat, and was interested in the sorts of things she could potentially do to his former Clan. For what she might be interested in, his home was several times better than Clan life. "Have you ever heard of the League?" He expected her to say yes. Even if she might seem a little young to have been around then, he would assume MoonClan had yet to forget the time when they had been brutalized by Primal Instinct.
"I think you might be surprised by how wrong you are," he meowed, a low chuckle rumbling out. "If you were willing, perhaps I could give you a taste of the truth in those stories."
