Watching the Monsters

Limestone grinned challengingly. "Not my clan deputy. What do I got to lose?" he answered.

"Your pride," Deadfrost retorted coolly, not seeming threatened. The cat, though etched in battle scars, was fairly large and strong. He'd won a many battles as he'd lost.

"And why is that?" Limestone asked. "I may be young, but that could lead to my advantage. I might even be as strong as my dad, depending on the blood relations."
He then shut one eye, frowning. "But, you aren't worth my time, Thunderclan scum."
For some odd reason, he felt alive when saying these things. He felt like a true warrior, with his training completely done.

Shadowsong flicked her ears at what Limestone had said, for it was all true. They were younger which could be a definite advantage, unlike the Thunderclan warriors facing them. Yet the other cats had more experience which would be a disadvantage. "Exactly right," She agreed, throwing her opinion in there.

"And you are not worth my time, either, ShadowClan filth," he replied evenly. Deadfrost got up and turned. "So I'll go do something useful, like hunting." And he slipped through the bushes again.

Leopardheart flicked her tail in mock farewell. "Until next time," she sneered.

Limestone chuckled. "Alright. Make sure not to take a liking to your prey, though. Who knows, you might invite them into your clan." he called.