Just Kiddin'? (closed for Twitch and Dimmeh)

Joker whipped his head around once more as the leaves cracked under his paws and he looksed down at the ground, grinning. "O-ho? Tryin' to startle me?" he spoke, quite strangely gleeful for his humched posture and restless eyes, with awful looking redness around them.

A slightly tall figure whisked through the trees, eyes glinting. He seemed unable to be seen, yet aggression blazed in his bright blue eyes. He watched the white tom trudge though ThunderClan territory without a care. He scowled, seeing the leafy green eyes in the midst of the darkness. He stepped forwards, and unlike the rogue, his paws stepped immaculately and flawlessly over the leaves. The black speckled tom walked forwards, growling silently.

There was a rogue in his territory.

It had been a long day, and Flamekit felt as if he could flop over in the leaves and fall asleep. Yet he decided not to in fears of being caught by some other cat. Flamekit had just wanted to explore for a little bit, because that surely wouldn't hurt anyone, and his paws had lead him through various unknown places, and now he was here. It smelled strange, new, and odd, but Flamekit thought that he was very close to camp, but he wasn't. The WindClan kit stumbled through a patch of daisies, sneezing as one brushed his nose, but he ran straight into the leg of a long-haired white tom. He looked up at Joker with wide amber eyes of curiosity and awe.

Blacktwig flinched with fear as he watched the ginger kit, presumably an unknown tom kit from another clan, roll unknowingly into the white tom's leg. He narrowed his eyes, stalking forwards, ready to pounce.

Joker smirked at the tom in the shadows. Poor him, to think the white tom didn't see him. But at least it didn't bother him that he had company. And it didn't bother him as a kit stumbled at his paws. Another smirk, wilder, flashed on the tom's face, and he smiled down at the small cat. "Hello, hello!" he laughed, cheerful, and crouched low, his face now at a level with the kit's.

Blacktwig crawled in the shadows, poised to strike. He now knew the white tom saw him, however, he wouldn't pounce just yet. The warrior narrowed blazing blue eyes, and, claws unsheathed to grip the ground more sturdily, he slunk behind a tall birch tree.