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Auburnwolf's creamy Siamese pelt slunk through MoonClan's territory, his scent coming all the way from DayClan. He had clearly been a kittypet judging from the golden leather collar too tightly strung around his neck. He had auburn markings instead of brown or black and his eyes were like shards of ice cutting through anyone's gaze and making anyone's blood run cold. The tom was planning on hunting, the only reason DayClan had their clutches on MoonClan, but instead his sights rested on Devilhorns.
"Hey, how's your prey running lately. Know any good spots for me to catch anything?" Auburnwolf grinned, he had possibly the most punchable face, the kind anyone wanted to hit even if he was being nice. Truly it was in his sophisticated sounding voice, the way he walked and talked, acted like he was better than everyone when not too long ago he hadn't even been a clan cat.
Devilhorns, grotesque as always and covered in scars, now called MoonClan his home. He's always been a large intimidating cat and hadn't backed down during the takeover by SunClan and the rest of the Pride groups until he'd been forced to by his son. Grandsky had pushed the old cat into the nursery and told him that things would just have to change for a while. The tom wasn't happy about but neither was Grandsky, so he tried not to worry and cause his son to worry anymore about him that the warrior already did.
Hearing a voice speaking to him, the tom chose to ignore it instead to continue taking his much needed nap. He's old and deserves a nap every once in a while, especially since he still refuses to move to the elders den and probably will die at this rate as a warrior because of his stubbornness. Maybe the cat--that he could tell by scent and voice alone didn't belong to another MoonClan, which he would have happily answered--would go away and leave him be.
Auburnwolf's eyes narrowed. Maybe any cat who was warrior born in DayClan or had actually spent a good few moons in the clan would know better than to bother an elderly cat would have walked away. But having been a kittypet he had no problem prodding Devilhorn's once more, "Hey, are you ignoring me? I'm asking you a question," He hissed with a bit of annoyance in his tone.
Devilhorns refused to answer the other cat. They could think what they wanted and believe how they wished as long as they went away and left him alone. He had kits to care for now, ones that worn him out, Grandsky to take care of though he was grown so he could really take care of himself, and a clan to serve; he didn't have time for such childishness from any cat. The old, grostesque tom merely rolled over to where his back faced the DayClan cat and went on with trying to nap.
"Ugh, seriously old timer? Fine," Auburnwolf said, his paw kicking the dirt before letting his guard down a bit, "Would you like to go on a hunt? Whatever you catch is yours and whatever I catch is mine? Two heads are better than one after all."
