Permanently Borrowing {JASON/OPEN}

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/ear2.png] Shadowear padded to the boundary line of his clan and the next. He was extremely hungry and he was not exactly happy with MarshClan; sure, they needed food, but why ask his clan for food? Not food, but land? He didn't get it. He gritted his teeth and padded over the line, a wash of guilt drowning him. He looked around. He could see most everything. He kept walking quietly, leaves softly crunching under his paws. He finally reached the camp and looked at all the dens. All was quiet and he felt that the coast was clear. He didn't let his guard down, and he kept alert. Any cat could come back and see him, and he surely did not want that to happen. He walked to the Freshkill pile and flinched. A raccoon bone snapped under his front paw, and in this hour, it sounded like a sonic boom. Shadowear picked a rat, two mice, and a frog from the pile. His mouth was wide open to hold all the carcasses. He gagged once, then shut his eyes to quit making noise. That night was not going the way he planned, but he wasn't going to drop his plan just yet. He began padding slowly out of the camp, before he heard footsteps. He panicked and hid behind the first tree he could find. He hoped the other cat didn't see him. It would lead to some serious consequences. He hissed slightly at himself and kept quiet and still.

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/smoke2.png] Smoketail came into the camp, eyes narrowed as his neon blue eyes slightly glowed in the moonlight. He could sense someone was sneaking out, yet his nose wasn't used to the familiar scents yet to decipher who it was. Sitting down, he inhaled deeply and closed his eyes, before they flashed open in less than a minute and stared down Shadowear. He didn't say anything - No, he didn't say anything. Because there was nothing to say. What did you say to a warrior you thought was faithful to the Clan, and yet, the next minute, had a load of fresh-kill in between his jaws and was sneaking out of the camp to some unknown area. Smoketail didn't care if Shadowear was hoarding the prey for himself, or if he was taking it to someone else. It was still betrayal, and Smoketail's disappointment and anguish flowed off of him in waves. The only thing he opened his mouth for, was to lift the corner of his upper lip, into the beginnings of a snarl. He knew that if he just stared the tom down until he finally gave in, that he would be the dominant of the two. It always worked. But if it didn't, then he was left to taking care of it in his own terms. And those terms.. weren't exactly agreeable to other Clanmates.

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/ear2.png] He was dead. The cat saw him. His blood curdled as he heard the uninviting snarl. His mind flashed through what to do. Run... No, he would get caught. Act a coward and give in... No, still get caught. Act tough... Maybe, just maybe, get away with it. And so, he turned around, the four carcasses in his mouth dropping to the ground so he could talk. The other tom seemed to be the type to stare his opponent down. Actions are louder than words, apparently. But Shadowear, clueless, unforgiving Shadowear, did not believe in that quote. Listen, buddy. If you go on n' tell on me, I don't care. I'll just blame it on you for not doin' any darn thing 'bout it. Tell, and I'll get back to ya. Keep your little mouth shut, and I'll leave you and your little friends alone, ya got it? He said in the toughest manner he could. He understood his slang, but he wasn't sure of the other tom did. That didn't matter. Keep your mouth shut and act tough, he thought, a sneer curling up on the side of his lip. He looked at the other tom straight in the eyes. They seemed to glow a neon blue. It fascinated him, but he wouldn't say anything about it. Out of the blue, compliment the tom on his amazing eyes. Thats a change of subject that would be inevitably awkward. He swallowed a laugh, but had to let out a small chuckle. Shadowear snarled. He looked up. Dawn was breaking, a sight he didn't exactly want to see. Looks like your clans wakin' up, better make your choice before I take this food for my own. He threatened.

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/smoke2.png] "Being the deputy of my Clan, I have every right to stay here and keep you under my watch." he growled, voice thick with an unknown accent as he sheathed and unsheathed his claws, neon eyes flashing dangerously. He spoke. He never spoke to anyone, being a slight mute even with his Clanmates, but seeing as Shadowear wouldn't give him any other choice, this action was reasonable. Sitting down, he curled his tail around his paws, giving no sign that he was about to up and leave the other tom to his dastardly business. Keeping his glare fixed on Shadowear's own eyes, Smoketail's neon blue orbs narrowed slits. He was disappointed. Frustrated. And utterly confused - Shadowear didn't seem to act as if he was apart of MarshClan, yet at the same time, it would make total sense if he was - Either he was a rogue, or he was apart of a different Clan and had never seen him before. During this little 'staring contest' to see who would give out, Smoketail stayed motionless, which would actually be kind of freaky if you were witness to it - He stayed there, almost as if molded from stone, his eyes locked on Shadowear's, and his facial expression giving away nothing - Completely emotionless. But his mind buzzed, prepared to set out the best battle techniques for him if necessary. He knew he could pin the tom down - And he knew he could wound him. But, being deputy, he kind of had to 'abide by the law', and, seeing that he didn't want to lose his position in case of a.. certain relationship, he was ready to abide by those laws given when he received his position. His eyes went ahead and taunted Shadowear. Go ahead. Do it. But you won't get away - Oh no, you won't get away. I'll be on top of you before you get 3 foxtails away from your very spot..

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/ear2.png] Shadowear stood silent, the end of the Marshclan cat's response lingering in the air. It rang in his ears. Crickets chirped, almost a cue to run with the food. He decided not to, it would seem cowardly of him to run. He began to feel a small twinge of envy heat his blood. He had no idea what to say, he had said so much already. Smoketail had said one sentence and silenced Shadowear. He felt jealousy and fascination, but it wasn't the good kind. He arched his back, looking like a Halloween cat. His amber eyes glinted with anger as Smoketail sat patiently. He seemed to have no care for Shadowear's threats and warnings. Every little movement Smoketail made angered Shadowear more. His ear twitched, and his thick, bottle-brush tail swayed behind him. Shadowear gathered the carcasses slowly with his paws and put them in his mouth. He bent down to pounce, snarled quietly, and took off in the other direction. He could smell the border, far away, but a good smell. He smirked, thinking he was going to get away with this, but he would not get lazy just yet. He had to keep running, cross his territory like, so he could be... somewhat safe. He continued dashing for his own clans territory. He couldn't see the camp yet, but he could hear it; smell it. Almost taste it. He was losing breath, so he slowed just a little bit. His legs ached from running. He hadn't run in so long, it hurt to run like this. He looked behind him, hoping no one was there.

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/smoke2.png] "Boo." a thick accented voice muttered, and Smoketail's neon blue eyes glinted menacingly in front of the fleeing tom. "Did you really think you could get away?" he asked, circling Shadowear, before launching himself on top of the tom and getting a tough grip on his shoulders. "You can take the prey, but you can't take your freedom. Not until Rabbitstar hears your testimony." he growled, eyes narrowing as he dug his claws deeper into the other tom's shoulders. He could feel hard muscle getting stuck in between his claws, but he didn't care - Shadowear had pissed him off, and now he was ready to pay the tom back with torture. Making his body as heavy as stone by going limp, he laid on top of the other tom like a weight, keeping the tom down. Grabbing Shadowear's scruff, he got off of the enemy tom and began dragging him back toward MarshClan's camp. "I'll set you free as soon as I know what my leader wants to do with your sorry, filthy carcass." Smoketail growled, words slightly muffled by the fur and skin in his mouth. Biting down hard on Shadowear's scruff, he continued on, eyes zeroed in on the path ahead of him.

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/ear2.png] Shadowear only had three, maybe two seconds until he felt claws dig into his shoulders. He yelped and hissed at the other tom as Smoketail said he wouldn't escape. He knew that was correct, but why would he would show that? It would make him seem like a quitter. Of course, that wasn't the right picture he wanted. He felt his muscles clench and tighten and sharp claws pierced through his skin. He hissed at Smoketail, his slitted eyes glowing with anger. Get off...Get off me, you... crowfood! His flailing and kicking stopped as a heavy weight dropped on his body. He could not move, and all he could do was hiss and yelp like he was hopeless. He felt sharp, numbing pinching on his scruff, and his body lifted. His legs dragged on the ground underneath him. He was being dragged the opposite way. He flailed again, but quickly stopped, the pain in his shoulders and neck preventing him from moving in any way. Ya leader, eh? I'm not the one who's so filthy, bud. Your mind's gotta be a li'l messed up, 'cause your reportin' to the wrong person. He said, almost a whisper. He was losing stamina quickly, his shoulders aching. He glared up at the tom, hissing softly. He saw neon blue eyes staring ahead, but it didn't scare him. Not one bit.

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/smoke2.png] "Who gave you the idea that I wasn't sick minded?" he hissed through Shadowear's scruff, yet when the tom spoke of his leader, his eyes narrowed, and he clenched harder down on the piece of flesh between his jaws. He wasn't going to stand someone, no matter how vile and tough they thought they were, talk about his leader in that way. Reporting to the wrong person? What in StarClan's name did that mean! Smoketail rolled his neon blue orbs as he moved his glowing gaze back on the path ahead of him. In no time at all, they were about.. eh, 4 foxtails from the camp entrance. It was almost daybreak, and he sighed slightly in relief, yet he didn't let his hard grip go on the tom's scruff - It would be just his luck that he loosened his hold just a bit and the tom escaped. Even though he had a feeling somewhere in his stomach of nervousness or anxiety at seeing Rabbitstar and perhaps getting the wrong response entirely, he wouldn't let that emotion show on his face. Instead, he replaced his facial expression with one of a subdued mood as he hauled the cat up the little ways towards Rabbitstar's den. Bodyslamming the tom back onto the ground when he let go of his scruff, he called to Rabbitstar gently, waiting for her response to come in and bring the trespasser along with him. (We'll have to wait until Libby gets on so she can reply.)

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[Libby]

RABBITSTAR OF MARSHCLAN,

"Rabbit is speaking!" | Rabbit is thinking! | Narrator

Rabbitstar's ears twitched as the sound of her deputy's voice rang softly through the cave. It was much too early for anyone to be awake and she wondered what he could want. She let out a yawn and stretched herself out, gave herself a groom and then replied to his call. "Come in." Her voice was sleepy but she tried her best to still sound professional. Though she did not feel the need to be like that around Smoketail. The tom, though quiet, seemed to put the she-cat at ease. She trusted him and knew he could easily adjust to being leader for a bit if needed to, if not permanently. She stepped out of nest and sat down in the moonlight that was shining through her den. She curled her tail around her but instantly stiffened once she sensed someone else not MarshClan.

"Who do you have with you, Smoketail?" She asked, almost wide awake now. Before their interruption, Rabbitstar was having a wonderful dream, or rather visit, with her brother, Molenose. He was telling her she had to accept help from the other Clans if she wanted MarshClan to survive this lack of prey. It was the same message Batnose had gotten too but obviously her brother could sense Rabbitstar's hesitation at the idea. She never wanted her Clan to seem weak at all. They were MarshClan! The darker Clan who were strong and not a Clan to mess with. So Rabbitstar was curious to find out why there was someone else here and what they wanted.

SMOKETAIL & SHADOWEAR, welcome to my post of WORDS words. I hope you I APOLOGIZE FOR THE WAIT & THE SHORTNESS. Come back soon! CREDIT made by Hyacinth!? EDITED by Libby