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A dark tom stumbled through MoonClan's territory like he had no sense of where he was going. Deadeyes had a path he knew well, but one long tumble ago he had lost his way. With no eyes and no ears, finding the trail again would have been a challenge in and of itself, but the tom also had no tail. Climbing up a slope like the one he tumbled down was next to impossible for him. So, he settled for traveling through the unfamiliar territory like a thunderstorm. He walked into nearly every tree that went past, which was then accompanied by a guttural hiss befitting of a monster. Well, really he was one. The tom's bloody eye sockets scared almost every cat he had come across. Of course, it wasn't intentional. He wanted to be friendly, but he just had a hard time. After one more yowl of frustration, the tom settled down and grabbed a nearby rock. With moments he had ground it into a fine powder between his jaws.
Mountain was facing a conundrah-- a conundrum-- a conundrem-- he decided to call it a Problem.
There was an intruder walking through his territory, and they told him to always defend his borders and chase off or kill anyone that entered. That was easy, Mountain liked that, but MoonClan land wasn't really theirs. Should he still fight? Should he make peace? There was no one around to guide him.
Frowning, he decided the easiest solution was just to scare this tom witless and then let him run away. The massive tom stalked through the low territory until he came near the strange tom chewing on a rock. He lunged forward and halted an inch from the tom, looming over him with his teeth bared in his most ferocious snarl, muscles rippling above exposed pale fangs and below flared whiskers, a fearsome working its way up his throat as it grew louder and more menacing. Few cats could face him down like this, but he had yet to have anyone react to him without a hint of terror.
Deadeyes didn't notice Mountain's approach while he was chewing his rock down. He couldn't have really figured out which way it was coming from anyway. His lack of ears made distinguishing the exact position of sounds difficult, but he still had a basic tell of which side it came from. Mountain's frightening display of teeth and size had no effect on him either. All he could tell was this cat had a loud snarl, just like him. He wasn't afraid. Deadeyes was merely surprised. The black cat jumped from his spot right into Mountain's face. He recoiled and snarled as he fell backwards, and then he rapidly sniffed the air. His bloody eye sockets never seemed to be cleanable, and looked like days of dried blood caked onto them. They unknowingly looked right into Mountain's.
His head jerked up as Deadeyes slammed into him, but the tom's body was solid and didn't move an inch. He growled lowly as the tom fell back. Was that an attack? Why wasn't he scared?!
He raised one paw, ready to swipe when the tom's bloody eye sockets looked straight at him. Mountain was caught off guard, but he swung down anyway. His paw was too far into the motion when it finally clicked - no eyes means he didn't see me! - and he pulled his paw up, tagging the other cat just over the tip of the ear with a whoosh of air.
"No eyes can't see," he acknowledged. He hadn't quite figured out the ears yet.
The tom rolled backwards when he bounced off the tom. He had no tail either, so his balance was beyond poor. He scrambled to his paws when he heard Mountain's deep, booming voice. While he couldn't speak, he did understand what others said to him. Deadeyes did try though, but his 'yes' came out as "RRRAAAAWR." The tap on his ear confused him, and he thought Mountain attacked him again. He reached up and slammed his jaws shut where Mountain's paw had just been before growling again, but his posture said something different. Deadeye's didn't want to fight.
Mountain answered with a fearsome, bone-chilling roar of his own. Once again, the powerful sound was of excellent quality: it spoke of rage and an ancient evil and he accentuated it with all of the proper gruntings and a bit of slobbering. And yet, nothing. The only response from the strange cat ahead of him was to snap up at his paw. He had already moved his foot away from that space, but now he struck again, a harder clot on the side of the head.
"Rude," he muttered disapprovingly. This cowardly cat leaned away from him while striking back. Why couldn't he make a decision? And why wasn't he scared yet?! This cat was fearless and blind and had no balance, though that was hard to tell since most cats fell over from the strength of his blows anyway.
Roars alone did not threaten the tom particularly well either. He didn't really have ears either so a good amount of sound just never reached his inner ear. But he could still hear the anger held by the massive tom, and all the trappings of it. He snarled and grunted again in response, baring his stained teeth in another warning.
Trespasser, leave?. Deadeyes wanted to do that. He really did, but he had no idea which way was which. He snarled again as he staggered to his paws and just walked in a straight line past Mountain, and into the territory. He felt a slope upwards, which made him think that he was leaving the territory, but little did he know that he fell into a valley, and was now walking up the other side.
