[Hellion]

PETALRAIN

"Stop hovering, " She hissed to the Flickerleaf, her hunting partner. The she-cat titled her ears back and glared at Petalrain, furthering the tension between the two she-cats. Who ever decided those two should hunt had been pulling a prank. Flickerleaf had a crush on Foxtrot, Petalrain had been known to keep his nest warm. So it was nearly impossible for them to get along. Not that Petalrain had any intention of fixing the strained relationship. Instead she made it her mission to keep as far away from her as possible. "Go hunt over there," She added after a moment of glaring silence between them. With a huff Flickerleaf turned tail and headed away from Petalrain, leaving the tabby she-cat mostly alone.

Proud she had shaken the annoying she-cat, she headed on her own way. Picking across the territory with ease her nose turned to the wind to catch any scent of prey. The cool leaf-fall air was starting to swirl in the valley. A chilling reminder that Leafbare was on its way. Careful not to disturb the prey-life that could be hiding any of the stones, she paused. Tilting her head toward the scent she got something that wasn't RainClan or StoneClan. It was entirely new. Curious she followed it seeking out the feline scent that didn't belong.

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notes: Flickerleaf is an NPC

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Thrush

Thrush had been making his way to a newly discovered spot. It was this enchanting place of clear waters and colorful stones; the perfect spot for this large male to hone his crude fishing skills. However, the orange tabby was sure to remain alert, as this place was crawling with the scents of other cats, just as was the case with many other locations in this marvelous land.

The thought of meeting new faces didn't phase the male much, but he certainly didn't want to be caught off guard if that was to be the case. No one liked rude surprises, something he was certain could be said for both himself and any other the tom-cat might come across.

As the long-furred feline neared, the scents of many hit his nose; some stale and some fresher than others. Yet, there was one -two?- that seemed to stand out among the rest. Thrush paused, letting the musk linger in his nostrils for a moment. Yes, there was at least one cat that had either just recently visiting this place, or was still there now. And, if the large tom was right, this other may even be a female.

Thrush continued towards the scent, a cheeky smile lacing his thin lips and a flick to his tail. It had been a while since the tabby had come across another, and whether this little happenstance went in his favor or not it was sure to be entertaining.

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Leaf-Fall 4 || Time Unknown || 244 Words
Hellion

[Hellion]

PETALRAIN

She happened upon the source of the strange scent, a loner by the smell of him. Clearing her throat she brought attention to herself, offering up a smile.

"Hello Stranger, are you lost?" She purred her greeting, flicking her tail as she kept a safe distance from him. She could handle her own against him if needed but she rather not dirty her pelt with a pointless fight.

Studying his features she couldn't help but admire his handsome features. There weren't many orange tabbies in StoneClan and his looks were alluring. Not that she'd openly state the right away. She had her standards, well her Clan imposed ones that she felt forced to adopt.

Dawnblossom would likely pitch a fit if she knew how freely her daughter was with her affection. The tension between her Flickerleaf proof of that. Waiting for his reply, she settled to sit, neatly curling her tail over her paws. 

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Thrush

It seemed that the feline that Thrush had been seeking out had spotted him first. He wasn't surprised, so to say, but his features snapped to an expression showing more of an alert air than the previous one of more charm. The male's larger ears were erect and eyes were focused on the stranger as she spoke, her mew confirming that she was indeed a female. This brought back his previous smile.

The tom-cat let silence linger for a few moments after this cat's question, his eyes wondering along the female's form. An eyebrow turned up as she sat, showing interest and giving an inkling to his curiosity at her assumed comfort in his presence. She may turn out to be less welcoming than Thrush was certainly hoping for, but the she-cat didn't appear to want to send him off just yet.

"Would you take the time to show me around if I were?" He finally replied; a question for a question. The male's tone was warm and deep, though not gravelly.

In an effort to show he was just as open to chatting as the other he, too, sat and curled his plumed tail about his wide paws. Then, with hardly a pause, Thrush lifted a paw and gave it a single lick while keeping eye contact with the she-cat if she allowed before gently placing it down.

The loner was obviously intrigued by the stranger before him. Not just by her elegant and well kept looks, but by the way she had spoken and the ease by which she conducted herself. If Thrush had to guess, he'd say she was a dominant personality, at least in some ways, and certainly wasn't afraid to show this. In return, the orange tabby wasn't going to hold back showing his interest.

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Leaf-Fall 4 || Time Unknown || 300 Words
Hellion

[Hellion]

PETALRAIN

Amazed with herself with easy the tom-cat ket her attention. She often lost interest quickly for a variety of reasons but he was unique and that kept her eyes fixed onto his form.

Twisting her tail back and forth she let her eyes travel up and down his frame. The silence between them not annoying or stifling. She was judging him, attempting to see if he measured up to her expectations.

Single, by every measure of the word, she could indulge with the strange loner and that was her very intention. However, she had no intention of taking him home to mother. He was a passing tom nothing more, nothing less.

His words were charming, she smiled out of reflex, eyes shining with a certain level of confidence.

"I can't take you into the territory my clanmate wouldn't be happy with you lingering about,"] She told him, her tail lazily flicking back and forth.

"But I'd be happy to show you around anyway, we could walk the border," She offered, titling her head the direction away from where she assumed Flickerleaf would have gone. "We should avoid my clanmate if possible, I'm Petalrain by the way," Her name was purred, dipping her head in a formal greeting, her eyes never leaving him.

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Thrush

The tom-cat was pleased at the other tabby's reaction to his words. The expression sent a spark of energy through him, causing a momentary fidget likely unseen by most.

However, as the she-cat spoke, Thrush was prepared to express polite disappointment, thinking she had simply turned him away. Yet it would seem that was not the case as the female continued, motioning in the direction she was willing to go. The further caution of this beauty's partner made the male curious as to why, and he couldn't help but speculate if it was to eliminate competition, or if this cat, now known as Petalrain, didn't want to be found out. They were thoughts had, but left unspoken for the time being.

"Petalrain," The orange and white bi-color began while coming to a stand as if tasting the she-cat's name. It was of an odd make, at least to him, but the image it brought forth was fitting. "Like the morning's dew on a pretty flower, only more beautiful." He mewed thoughtfully, looking directly at the female with a soft smile and vivid gaze.

"I'm Thrush; like the prey to be caught and devoured." The tabby loner introduced himself in return, leaving his words to be interpreted as Petalrain pleased, his expression much the same.

Thrush was already greatly enjoying this stranger's company, and he certainly wondered how things would continue to go. It was enough to make the loner push any thought of catching that day's first meal to the back of his mind altogether, as prey could be caught anywhere at anytime. Yet a female such as this? Well they definitely didn't come around very often at all.

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Leaf-Fall 4 || Time Unknown || 279 Words
Hellion
Note: No worries! Just happy to be roleplaying!

[Hellion]

PETALRAIN

There was no denying that the tom-cat was careful with his words. A poet who knew how to weave his tongue to ensnare his targets. The tabby knew the game, recognized the plays and knew the rules. She may have met her match in the game, a quest she hadn't realized she was on.

Dipping her head in feigned embarrassment, she flicked her ears backward. His flattery was successful but her reaction was exaggerated for his sake. Not that she planned to ever tell him. That would remain her own secret.

Finally gaining a name to the face, Petalrain took further stock of him. He reminded her very little of a Thrush and wondered why he parents had named him that. Or had he picked that name for himself? It remained a curious thought. Her parents had chosen her names based on what they saw shortly after her birth. Typical for all Clan kits. Perhaps his parents had caught a thrush shortly after his birth.

Keeping her word, Petalrain moved toward him flicking her tail over his shoulder as an invitation for him to talk beside her. "Let's go," She purred before heading in the direction north of the border. Careful to avoid taking too close to the scent markers, she paused a very few steps to point out some territory mark in the distance.

"This is technically the border between two Clans. You're lucky that I came along and another one of those fish-eaters, but I'm sure you'd be able to smell them from across the valley," Her mockery of RainClan was coming from a history of quiet disdain for the rival Clan. The memories of the battle that drove her Clan out of the valley years ago were not her own. She was born after but still the pain and suffering the older generation had endured did not go unnoticed by her.

"Do you know much about the Clans?"She asked her question as an afterthought upon the realization that Thrush might not even know that he was wandering in and out of claimed territory. However, it was unlikely. The Clans had lived so long in the valley the idea of loners not knowing anything was comical. If a cat was truly at a lost then Petalrain would accuse them of having lived under a rock

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