trust is a big issue -- open

[Vaughn]

Vaughn a adult of Deathclan former warrior of Rockclan and former kit of Treeclan, a hated tom for his actions. But if you knew his story, you would understand as to why he was the way he was. But it didn't matter anymore, he was in a place he belonged. Deathclan. Grinning a toothy grin, the tom slid out of a den he claimed as his own and started to pad to the river to get a drink and maybe go for a swim.

When he arrive, his claws dug into the ground and he leaned down lapping up some water. That's when he realized, he wasn't alone. Lifting his head he looked around and started to growl.

[Monroe]

Monroe glanced out of his den by the River, yawning widely. His sapphire eyes practically glowed as the sun rays hit them from inside his shallow, hollow den below a tree. It was his bat cave. Slithering outside of the den, he glared at the river slightly. Time to try and hunt fish. Wading in the shallow waters, the tom cat watched as the water swirled around his paws. After a few tense, silent moments, Monroe spotted a flash of silver and dove.

He ended up bringing a stick to the surface. Again.

It always ended with a high-pitched shriek (over all chilling) of frustration as well.

[Vaughn]

Vaughn turned his head when he heard a wail of frustration. Narrowing his forest green eyes, he started to growl and crouched down looking around. Thats when he saw a white cat with black markings and ice blue eyes. Fishing ... sticks? Well ok, people had weird habits but this had to be the weirdest.. The brown tom stalked over to him and then laughed.

"You having issues there or is a stick your lunch?" he questioned.

[Monroe]

Monroe let out a soft snarl, spitting the stick out onto the bank. Slouching up the bank grouchily, the white and black striped tomcat glared at a brown and gray tomcat who had recently stalked over and just laughed. " Just for the memo, little kitty, " He called everyone that, no matter how hard someone tried to break him of the habit. " I'm horrible at fishing. Although one of these days I'll catch a catfish! " he declared boastfully.

[Vaughn]

A grin spread from cheek to cheek as he rolled his eyes "Think that all you want kid, but you ain't gonna catch nothing the way your hunting. Take it from a former clan cat, I know my ways around the rivers." he said as he stalked forward and crouched down. His tail lay low and his eyes narrowed as he watched for fish, when a glimpse of silver caught his attention he swung his claw in the water striking the trout by its tail. Lashing it out of the water, he played a game and swatted at it for a few before lashing out the killing blow with his sharp fangs.

Then without another thought, flicked it at Monroe with his paw "Eat up" he said dryly "Oh and I'm Vaughn"

[Monroe]

Monroe pouted slightly, but then perked up instantly as the tomcat started to hunt for fish. Watching the tomcat intently, he looked somewhat contemplative as Vaughn displayed his own little fishing expletive. When the silver trout was tossed at him, he was slightly stunned as Vaughn told him to eat up.

" Well, little kitty. " he said imploringly. " My name's Monroe. Where do you birth from, may I ask? " ... Monroe was a little strange since his mother taught him to speak like that as a kit. When he was thirteen moons old... she practically disappeared off the face of the planet like she was never there in the first place.

[Vaughn]

The tom grinned as he watch the shocked male. Swishing his tail from side to side he steathed his claws and then sat down as he listened to the male speak. When he asked where he was birthed from, he shrugged "I was birthed in Treeclan however my stupid mother Littlepool didn't want me and my siblings so took us out, why we were kits may I remind, and handed us over to our father a Rockclan cat. Who handed us to a Rockclan queen who tried to fool us into thinking she was our mother, worked on my two idiot siblings and not me. Sense then I've hated she-cats and well I kind of went crazy and tried to attack the leader of Rockclan and here I am. I use to be called Stormhowler but I like Vaughn much better." he said with a smirk.

[Monroe]

" ...I didn't ask for your life story, y'know. " Monroe looked slightly amused as he took a bite from the trout. " However, judging from your life story.. I would say you're pretty dramatic when it comes to you. Like 'woe me, my mother doesn't like me' or 'woe me, no one likes me'. Orrr... judging from the way too dramatic cats I've met in my life- " AKA his mother " -you're not that dramatic. " he spouted the first thing that came to mind to keep conversation rolling.