Trespasser... (CLOSED)

The orange and white she-cat padded through the vile-smelling Carrionplace, wrinkling her nose in disgust. She was never a hunter, so she always relied on this place for any scraps of food left behind by Twolegs. Of course she knew she had to trespass into enemy territory to eat, so she always waited until nighttime when she was almost certain the cats of the nearby Clan would be asleep.

Today, however, the rogue stood outside the large walls of tough, silver vines, her tail wrapped neatly around her paws. It was clear she was waiting for something... or someone. Her lips curled in a devious sneer as her malicious plan continued to play back in her mind, drilling the idea into her head so she wouldn't forget it in a hurry.

The rogue was waiting for a ShadowClan patrol.

Firestone was walking through his territories making sure that everything was okay, like always. Most of the time, nothing strange happened because no clans dared to come and attack their territory. But this time... something was different. He noticed that when a strange smell reached his nose when he was approaching the Carrionplace. What is that? It doesn't smell like any clan at all...

The stocky warrior trotted to the origin of the scent and hissed when his eyes gazed the white and orange she-cat on his territory. "Hey, you! What do you think you're doing!? Leave now Shadowclan territory if you don't want to get hurt by my claws!" He yowled to the trespasser, letting his claws get out of his paws.

The she-cat stayed put where she was, blinking in a friendly manner at the tom. "Greetings. So I am in the right place. Put your claws away, I'm not here to fight. I'm only here to talk. Better yet, I'm here with a proposal. But first, allow me to introduce myself." She rose to her paws and dipped her head politely to the warrior. "My name is Buttercup. What is yours?"

The warrior calmed himself a bit but not enough to trust in her at all. She was... less aggressive than he thought she would be. Was she a kittypet? Probably not, she didn't smell like Twolegs. He approached her but still kept some paws of distance between the two of them. "I'm Firestone and I don't think you should stay here any longer, Buttercup. You're in Shadowclan territory like I said, and trespassers like you aren't allowed at all. If you want to speak, do it quickly or I'll have to chase you off, darling." The flame dappled tom stayed strong in his place with all his muscles ready to attack if it was necessary. However, she seemed calmer and more intelligent than most of the no-clan cats... and that might not be a good sign. Smart and clever cats could be a danger like his uncle, Bear, was. That tom was able to create an army of rogues just using words and attacked the clans without mercy... if the tom could avoid that again, he would do it without hesitation, just like Flamestrike did in the past.

Buttercup purred gently and approached Firestone, brushing her soft tail along his shoulder to flatten his fur as she passed him. "Don't worry, I'm not interested in your Clan. I just happen to know you and your Clanmates are facing calamities with the other Clans - one in particular - and if you would be so kind and understanding as to humor me and take me to your leader, I just may share with you a plan that could help you wipe out your competition across the Thunderpath."

The she-cat blinked sweetly at him. "After all, why is it that ShadowClan has to be the only Clan to rely on Carrionplace for prey during leaf-bare? If you ask me, your elders and kits would thank me when they have plenty of fresh, sickness-free prey from the forest across the Thunderpath, wouldn't you agree? I would hope so; after all, doesn't your warrior code demand all warriors and apprentices provide their elders and kits the best fresh-kill? They deserve it after all the hard work the elders have done, and all the hard work the kits will do in the future."

His green eyes looked at her, disgusted by her words and how much he thought of her as the same Bear. His fluffy tail flicked sharply showing how irritated was about the she-cat when Buttercup touched him with her tail. Even if he was usually a flirty cat, he couldn't do that with a trespasser like her. Who did she think she was? A savior? She was just a mouse-brained if she thought he would fell for that. "I admit that your way of speaking is quite convincing, sweetheart, but you made a mistake. I have no idea how you know about our Warrior Code and I honestly don't care. However, you missed something from it: a warrior shall challenge all trespassing cats." The stocky warrior stepped back from her, tail up and with his eyes narrowed. She was just a filthy rogue or a loner... it was his duty as a warrior to not let her step any closer to the camo because she could endanger the life of his clanmates with those sweet and fake promises she made.

"We are not poor on prey and our kits and elders are the strongest ones in all the clans. We are thankful that at least we have an emergency source of food when other clans don't have one. You talk like we always ate that trash but you're wrong. We're not miserable cats that live in sickness and weakness. Shadowclan territory is what makes us the strongest... and those squirrel-munchers aren't a problem at all because we're capable to keep them away as well are other clans." He purred imitating with mockery the same sweet tone she used with him. "Please, do me a favor and don't talk like you're a savior that will come to save us from the misery because you're not. Shadowclan is good enough without strangers with mysterious intentions like yours."

Buttercup sighed in disappointment and shrugged. "Alright, alright, I understand, you don't need to keep meowing. You ShadowClan cats just aren't qualified for even a harmless little skirmish. I suppose I should've known this would've been a long-shot. Just look at you! You look no stronger than a kit on its first day out of the nursery, and all that fluff is anything but intimidating to any enemies you have. You'd have them cooing at you rather than hissing in battle." She tossed her tail smugly up into the air and began to walk towards the ShadowClan border. "It seems ShadowClan is the softest Clan in the forest in more ways than one..."

For an arrogant cat like Firestone that was a direct hit to his wounded pride. His short-temper finally controlled him before the she-cat could leave the Shadowclan territory.  "Shut your filthy mouth, fox dung! Shadowclan is known for being the fiercest clan in all the forest and I'm not the exception! Running toward her, the tom grabbed her tail with his jaws and pulled her body to the ground as strong as he could. Letting her go when he was sure that Buttercup was laying on the ground stunned by his move, the tom hissed at the orange and white she-cat angrily and threatening. "Ha! Wasn't bad at all for a kit just coming from a nursery!" He mocked, walking around her with narrowed green eyes. "Now... get out of my territory if you don't want me to harm you anymore, darling..."

Firestone used Tail Yank on Buttercup, dealing 5 damage and costing 10 SP. Buttercup is stunned for one turn.

Firestone
45/45 HP
150/160 SP

Buttercup
40/45 HP
140/140 SP

OCC: Sorry that your plot didn't get approved but if sometime in the future you do it, I would like to participate :)

Buttercup hissed in pain and trembled under the ShadowClan warrior. She growled up at him, but he could see fear flashing in her green eyes. "Okay, okay, I'm going... Just let me up."

(OOC: That's okay. With how new of a user I am anyway it's probably a good thing I didn't lead a plot just yet. XD)

OCC: Even for a newbie, you're quite more creative than I was XD I'm actually pretty new on the site too (just a few months) so I understand you :) I really hope you can do more plots in the future.

IC:

Stepping back the tom growled to the she-cat, showing his teeth and claws ready to attack if it was necessary. After all, she wasn't a fighter as he thought but she was surely a manipulator. Even if the tom wanted to make her pay for her words, he stayed still because Firestone knew that that would against the Code he swore to defend. "If I see you again offending my clan I can assure you that you won't get away that easily."

(OOC: Aww, you're so sweet, thank you! ^^ I'll certainly try to think of something else whenever I'm free to :3)

Buttercup winced as she rose to her paws, then snorted angrily at Firestone. "I will leave your Clan alone... Provided you teach me how to hunt. You say I'm not welcome here, yet I depend on Carrionplace to feed me. I don't plan on dying so soon, after all, not when I still have the chance to reunite with my only living kit left." There seemed to be a faint glimmer of desperation in the she-cat's green eyes.

Suddenly his aggressivity was gone with just those words... she was... a mother. A mother that was desperate to find her kit. Firestone his claws and looked at her less angrily. Buttercup wasn't there for fight him... she was trying to survive with everything she got."Wait... is that why you're here? For... your kit?" For him, a cat born that had half rogue blood running through his veins, it was hard to be mean toward a she-cat that was just like his father in the past... but also like Bear.

His beliefs entered into a state of conflict. As a warrior, it what his duty to chase away all trespasser. However, it wasn't noble at all to attack a she-cat that didn't want to fight back. It was just unfair. Sighing, the tom looked back at his territory, thoughtfully, before returning his green gaze back to the orange and white cat. "Listen... I really cannot let you stay here for now but...I don't want to leave you on your own risking your life for coming here. So, here's the deal. If you promise you won't step in Shadowclan territory anymore, I will teach what I can about hunting. After all, like you said, Leafbare is coming and a cat like you wouldn't survive too much time outside of the Twolegplace. So... what do you think, sweetheart?" This time, his tone lacked any harsh mockery toward Buttercup. Instead, he talked with a serious but more relaxed voice, trying to earn her trust a bit. Even if they couldn't be friends, the least he could do was to teach the basics of hunting.

Buttercup let out a long sigh, suddenly looking very fatigued and old. She forced her pride away and blinked gratefully at the warrior. "Consider it done. ...Thank you."

The orange stocky warrior smiled, relieved. "No problem, Buttercup." He purred flicking his tail in a friendly way.
His eyes looked at his territory, thinking about how they should proceed with their plan. "Good then. Since I can't teach in Shadowclan territory, do you mind if we can meet somewhere else? There's an abandoned barn a bit far from here but safe enough so you can't be attacked by any other clan and would try to meet you between the next couples of days. However, if it's too far for you, we can meet in a not so visited part of the Thunderpath so no clan can discover us."

"The barn will be fine with me," Buttercup meowed. "I'll just need to find something in Twolegplace to keep my strength up until then."

Buttercup sadly turned her head away, ears drawn back and tail dropped into the dirt, looking terribly ashamed. "I'm sorry. Sorry for trying to manipulate you, that is. I just couldn't think of any other way to save my kit from ThunderClan."