beesie and wren

after what seemed like a lot of walking, she sat down on a fence post, glancing over at the forest. from her travels around this place, she'd figured out that this section of it was also thunder-whatsit territory, or at least bordering it. she knew better now than to try to wander straight onto it, but she found herself hoping she could spot one of those clan cats again.

but she did recognize these cats, or at least one of them! he was in that group of them a while back, when she'd been exploring the other side of the territory. so it was pretty nice to see him again, even if she couldn't remember his name for the life of her.

"well, those fish-smellin' cats sure weren't interested 'n negotiatin' with us." the oatmeal cat huffed. "couldn' even git a word in before they started hootin' an' hollerin, talkin' 'bout how i oughta 'git off their territory!' 'fore they taught me somethin' i wouldn' forget.."

the calico cat scoffed. "i dunno what you expected. you know those group cats, they ain't fond of strangers." they grunted.

"well, they clearly sure don' have any manners either! what happened t' hospitality, lettin' someone at least explain themselves..." the oatmeal shecat huffed.

the calico cat trailed off as they squinted their eyes, noticing a fluffy white figure in the distance...who seemed to be approaching them.

"well ain't that somethin'. think they sent one of their other cats to really give us a warnin'?"

the oatmeal shecat stared at them. "what 'n th' world are ya.." she finally looked in the direction her companion was looking.

Cloudtail steps closer until he's maybe a foxtail and a half away from the unfamiliar cats. Swiftpaw and Longtail stop a little bit away from him, maws parted and eyes wide in judgement of their impulsive clanmate.

"We should tell Bluestar," Longtail grunts, pressing his muzzle into Cloudtails flank, his ears pinned against his skull.

"well. 're ya gonna say somethin'?" she asked the calico cat, who pinned their ears back slightly.

"yer the one who got us into this. now you get us out." they grunted, which simply got them a scoffed from the shecat and a quiet, "do i hav t' do every dern thin' round here?"

she looked back up at cloudtail, and the cats behind him. "aye! we ain' here t' harm or anythin'!" she called out.

"beesie, shush! sayin' it like that makes it sound like that's exactly what yer planning." the calico cat told her, nudging her with their paw.

"it's nice t' meet ya too." they replied to brightpaw, and then beesie made it her business to chime in.

"gotta say, ya lot, yer much more friendly than those riverwhatever cats had been!" she spoke. wren glanced at her.

"well, those fish-smellin' cats sure weren't interested 'n negotiatin' with us." the oatmeal cat huffed. "couldn' even git a word in before they started hootin' an' hollerin, talkin' 'bout how i oughta 'git off their territory!' 'fore they taught me somethin' i wouldn' forget.."

the calico cat scoffed. "i dunno what you expected. you know those group cats, they ain't fond of strangers." they grunted.

"well, they clearly sure don' have any manners either! what happened t' hospitality, lettin' someone at least explain themselves..." the oatmeal shecat huffed.

the calico cat trailed off as they squinted their eyes, noticing a fluffy white figure in the distance...who seemed to be approaching them.

"well ain't that somethin'. think they sent one of their other cats to really give us a warnin'?"

the oatmeal shecat stared at them. "what 'n th' world are ya.." she finally looked in the direction her companion was looking.

Cloudtail steps closer until he's maybe a foxtail and a half away from the unfamiliar cats. Swiftpaw and Longtail stop a little bit away from him, maws parted and eyes wide in judgement of their impulsive clanmate.

"We should tell Bluestar," Longtail grunts, pressing his muzzle into Cloudtails flank, his ears pinned against his skull.

"well. 're ya gonna say somethin'?" she asked the calico cat, who pinned their ears back slightly.

"yer the one who got us into this. now you get us out." they grunted, which simply got them a scoffed from the shecat and a quiet, "do i hav t' do every dern thin' round here?"

she looked back up at cloudtail, and the cats behind him. "aye! we ain' here t' harm or anythin'!" she called out.

"beesie, shush! sayin' it like that makes it sound like that's exactly what yer planning." the calico cat told her, nudging her with their paw.

"it's nice t' meet ya too." they replied to brightpaw, and then beesie made it her business to chime in.

"gotta say, ya lot, yer much more friendly than those riverwhatever cats had been!" she spoke. wren glanced at her.

"well, those fish-smellin' cats sure weren't interested 'n negotiatin' with us." the oatmeal cat huffed. "couldn' even git a word in before they started hootin' an' hollerin, talkin' 'bout how i oughta 'git off their territory!' 'fore they taught me somethin' i wouldn' forget.."

the calico cat scoffed. "i dunno what you expected. you know those group cats, they ain't fond of strangers." they grunted.

"well, they clearly sure don' have any manners either! what happened t' hospitality, lettin' someone at least explain themselves..." the oatmeal shecat huffed.

the calico cat trailed off as they squinted their eyes, noticing a fluffy white figure in the distance...who seemed to be approaching them.

"well ain't that somethin'. think they sent one of their other cats to really give us a warnin'?"

the oatmeal shecat stared at them. "what 'n th' world are ya.." she finally looked in the direction her companion was looking.

Cloudtail steps closer until he's maybe a foxtail and a half away from the unfamiliar cats. Swiftpaw and Longtail stop a little bit away from him, maws parted and eyes wide in judgement of their impulsive clanmate.

"We should tell Bluestar," Longtail grunts, pressing his muzzle into Cloudtails flank, his ears pinned against his skull.

"well. 're ya gonna say somethin'?" she asked the calico cat, who pinned their ears back slightly.

"yer the one who got us into this. now you get us out." they grunted, which simply got them a scoffed from the shecat and a quiet, "do i hav t' do every dern thin' round here?"

she looked back up at cloudtail, and the cats behind him. "aye! we ain' here t' harm or anythin'!" she called out.

"beesie, shush! sayin' it like that makes it sound like that's exactly what yer planning." the calico cat told her, nudging her with their paw.

"well, those fish-smellin' cats sure weren't interested 'n negotiatin' with us." the oatmeal cat huffed. "couldn' even git a word in before they started hootin' an' hollerin, talkin' 'bout how i oughta 'git off their territory!' 'fore they taught me somethin' i wouldn' forget.."

the calico cat scoffed. "i dunno what you expected. you know those group cats, they ain't fond of strangers." they grunted.

"well, they clearly sure don' have any manners either! what happened t' hospitality, lettin' someone at least explain themselves..." the oatmeal shecat huffed.

the calico cat trailed off as they squinted their eyes, noticing a fluffy white figure in the distance...who seemed to be approaching them.

"well ain't that somethin'. think they sent one of their other cats to really give us a warnin'?"

the oatmeal shecat stared at them. "what 'n th' world are ya.." she finally looked in the direction her companion was looking.

Cloudtail steps closer until he's maybe a foxtail and a half away from the unfamiliar cats. Swiftpaw and Longtail stop a little bit away from him, maws parted and eyes wide in judgement of their impulsive clanmate.

"We should tell Bluestar," Longtail grunts, pressing his muzzle into Cloudtails flank, his ears pinned against his skull.

"well. 're ya gonna say somethin'?" she asked the calico cat, who pinned their ears back slightly.

"yer the one who got us into this. now you get us out." they grunted, which simply got them a scoffed from the shecat and a quiet, "do i hav t' do every dern thin' round here?"

she looked back up at cloudtail, and the cats behind him. "aye! we ain' here t' harm or anythin'!" she called out.

"beesie, shush! sayin' it like that makes it sound like that's exactly what yer planning." the calico cat told her, nudging her with their paw.

"well, those fish-smellin' cats sure weren't interested 'n negotiatin' with us." the oatmeal cat huffed. "couldn' even git a word in before they started hootin' an' hollerin, talkin' 'bout how i oughta 'git off their territory!' 'fore they taught me somethin' i wouldn' forget.."

the calico cat scoffed. "i dunno what you expected. you know those group cats, they ain't fond of strangers." they grunted.

"well, they clearly sure don' have any manners either! what happened t' hospitality, lettin' someone at least explain themselves..." the oatmeal shecat huffed.

the calico cat trailed off as they squinted their eyes, noticing a fluffy white figure in the distance...who seemed to be approaching them.

"well ain't that somethin'. think they sent one of their other cats to really give us a warnin'?"

the oatmeal shecat stared at them. "what 'n th' world are ya.." she finally looked in the direction her companion was looking.

Cloudtail steps closer until he's maybe a foxtail and a half away from the unfamiliar cats. Swiftpaw and Longtail stop a little bit away from him, maws parted and eyes wide in judgement of their impulsive clanmate.

"We should tell Bluestar," Longtail grunts, pressing his muzzle into Cloudtails flank, his ears pinned against his skull.

"well. 're ya gonna say somethin'?" she asked the calico cat, who pinned their ears back slightly.

"yer the one who got us into this. now you get us out." they grunted, which simply got them a scoffed from the shecat and a quiet, "do i hav t' do every dern thin' round here?"

she looked back up at cloudtail, and the cats behind him. "aye! we ain' here t' harm or anythin'!" she called out.

"beesie, shush! sayin' it like that makes it sound like that's exactly what yer planning." the calico cat told her, nudging her with their paw.

"well, those fish-smellin' cats sure weren't interested 'n negotiatin' with us." the oatmeal cat huffed. "couldn' even git a word in before they started hootin' an' hollerin, talkin' 'bout how i oughta 'git off their territory!' 'fore they taught me somethin' i wouldn' forget.."

the calico cat scoffed. "i dunno what you expected. you know those group cats, they ain't fond of strangers." they grunted.

"well, they clearly sure don' have any manners either! what happened t' hospitality, lettin' someone at least explain themselves..." the oatmeal shecat huffed.

the calico cat trailed off as they squinted their eyes, noticing a fluffy white figure in the distance...who seemed to be approaching them.

"well ain't that somethin'. think they sent one of their other cats to really give us a warnin'?"

the oatmeal shecat stared at them. "what 'n th' world are ya.." she finally looked in the direction her companion was looking.

Cloudtail steps closer until he's maybe a foxtail and a half away from the unfamiliar cats. Swiftpaw and Longtail stop a little bit away from him, maws parted and eyes wide in judgement of their impulsive clanmate.

"We should tell Bluestar," Longtail grunts, pressing his muzzle into Cloudtails flank, his ears pinned against his skull.

"well. 're ya gonna say somethin'?" she asked the calico cat, who pinned their ears back slightly.

"yer the one who got us into this. now you get us out." they grunted, which simply got them a scoffed from the shecat and a quiet, "do i hav t' do every dern thin' round here?"

she looked back up at cloudtail, and the cats behind him. "aye! we ain' here t' harm or anythin'!" she called out.

"beesie, shush! sayin' it like that makes it sound like that's exactly what yer planning." the calico cat told her, nudging her with their paw.

"well, those fish-smellin' cats sure weren't interested 'n negotiatin' with us." the oatmeal cat huffed. "couldn' even git a word in before they started hootin' an' hollerin, talkin' 'bout how i oughta 'git off their territory!' 'fore they taught me somethin' i wouldn' forget.."

the calico cat scoffed. "i dunno what you expected. you know those group cats, they ain't fond of strangers." they grunted.

"well, they clearly sure don' have any manners either! what happened t' hospitality, lettin' someone at least explain themselves..." the oatmeal shecat huffed.

the calico cat trailed off as they squinted their eyes, noticing a fluffy white figure in the distance...who seemed to be approaching them.

"well ain't that somethin'. think they sent one of their other cats to really give us a warnin'?"

the oatmeal shecat stared at them. "what 'n th' world are ya.." she finally looked in the direction her companion was looking.