First Impression (Private)

[Hades]

Hades was stalking a lizard. He was close enough to pounce. Snap. Hades heard a twig break, so he turned around to see where it came from. When he turned back the lizard was gone. He cursed under his breath. He turned around, pulling his lips back an baring his teeth in a snarl. "Who's there?! Whoever you are, you scared off my lunch!"

@drought

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"Oh, I'm so very frightened," came a drawling voice laden with sarcasm. DeathClan's leader stepped out into the open, looking down at Hades and not seeming awfully impressed. "Does this little youngling think that acting aggressive will do much for him? If so, he'd better learn his place, and fast." The black-and-white tom wouldn't hesitate to act on the threat if this kitty made another false pawstep. That much was made obvious by his narrowed amber eyes and half-flattened torn ears.

There really wasn't much worth hunting in the swamp. Most DeathClanners went into the evergreen forest if they wanted lunch, but Hades appeared to have other ideas on his mind. Maybe the peasant really just liked the taste of reptile? It was hard to say for sure.

Drought tilted his head slightly and gave Hades a scrutinizing look. "Great Darkpool, there sure are a lot of new cats recently. It's getting difficult to keep up with all of you. Perhaps I should hire someone else to be the welcoming committee."

[Hades]

Hades let his neck fur lie flat when he realized it was Drought. He did scare off his lunch, but he didn't dare fight the leader. He had heard about his great skill in combat. "Oh, terribly sorry, sir." He said, upon realizing Drought. Hades held back an insult after Drought's little comment about him. He gave a snort. "Yes, well I don't think being nice will get you anywhere." He decided to introduce himself, after what Drought said about the new members. "I am Hades."

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"It isn't about being nice, youngling. It's about being respectful and knowing your place... until you're skilled and strong enough to be able to hold your own." DeathClan had few laws, but it was common sense for the young recruits to keep quiet and under the radar. Attracting the attention of an adult could lead to a rather bloody ending. Drought, however, did not kill unless it was worth his time.

Hades. Some of these cats sure do have interesting names. But then, a name is no more than a means of identification; it's what the cat does that matters.

With a flick of his tail, the leader sat down on a half-dry patch of grass. "So. Frogs and lizards. Not the tastiest, but food is food... and at least the rats have been staying away since that incident."

[Hades]

"Yes, well, I have met some kittypets here. Do you really allow them to join DeathClan? I mean, they are all softies. They couldn't take a life, they couldn't even fight someone. They are too nice." He told Drought. He listened to what Drought said and nodded. "Food is food, and that's all that matters. Without food, you're as good as crowfood."

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"Do you question me?" growled Drought dangerously. "All cats who live here are DeathClanners, and you shall refer to them as such. It doesn't matter where they come from. I choose them because they show potential - and if they don't live up to my expectations, they won't live to adulthood. I daresay you are no exception." He flexed his claws and curled his lip slightly. Being a member of DeathClan was something which could easily be revoked under the right circumstances.

[Hades]

Hades stared at the tom, meeting his gaze. He muttered something under his breath. He hated this tom. How dare he tell him what to do? Hades listened to no one. "Oh, yes, terribly sorry, sir." He said. He circled the tom, watching him. 'Who made him leader?' He wondered. "So, Drought, why do the clans get a forest, plentiful with food, and we get a swamp, with a couple of reptiles? If we can't take over the clans, we should just move our territory. You should send a few spies to find a good place for a new camp, hidden from the clans. Plus, they won't know where we are, so if we attack them, we will totally take them by surprise!" He explained.

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So this was one of the idiot younglings who refused to listen to his authority. That much was plain in Hades' eyes. Well, just another cat who would be better off leaving DeathClan. The group neither wanted nor needed peasants like this. Drought couldn't understand, for the life of him, why such cats stayed around. Did they wish to undermine his leadership? Or, perhaps, to wait for an opportunity to betray DeathClan so that he could make an example of them in front of the others? It was quite the mystery.

"DeathClan has a forest. Are you quite blind? Woodland prey is common here, and there are plenty of dry places to make dens. I should mention that only TreeClan lives in a forest of their own - the other three groups, for whatever reason, choose to live in the plains, amongst the cliffs, and on top of a Darkpool-forsaken mountain. Now..." Drought stood once more, amber eyes narrowing further.

"If you think you know what's best, by all means, take the leadership of DeathClan! ...From my cold, lifeless paws, that is."

Having had quite enough of this young fool, the black-and-white cat leapt at his much-smaller opponent. He landed mere mouse-lengths in front of him, then struck out as quickly as a snake, aiming for the eyes with his sharp claws.