Last Day In The Plains {private}

[Nightpaw]

she had already spent three days in the plains, and it was too long for grenade. missing the canyon felt like a hole was dug into her chest. she was already attached to this place, despite spending not even a half-moon here. it just felt like home to her. the steep cliffs and dark tunnels seemed to call her in, and fishing was now a new sport she practiced frequently. of course, she still needed a lot of work on scooping out wiggling fish from the churning water running through the canyon. but she at least had the basics down from watching the common rouge hunt by the water side.

stepping out of her small rabbit hollow, which truly was only a temporary home, grenade was off to hunt once more. her last bit of prey before heading back. a rabbit or prairie rat sounded nice right about now, so she set her senses to search for one. though by the time she had finally caught the trail of a rabbit, she was close by the rouge group's borders.

with a swift and skilled nip, she had finished chasing her find and killed it. the brown rabbit laid dead at her paws, and she smirked at her sound victory. only until she heard pawsteps closing in did her smile drop, and she turned a sharp glare upon the direction it was coming from. "why does everyone think it's good to sneak up on me." grenade growled, extending her claws just the slightest. "so here's the part where i ask you if this is going to get hostile. because, for one thing, i have no intention to fight you. and i sure hope you don't have any intention on fighting me."

@sock only please

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Okay so maybe Sock wasn't exactly over his past. He thought he had been, but with his new decision to join Deathclan he had begun thinking of his past experiences in groups. That could be completely summed up by his immediate family. They had lived on the plains so Sock had figured that maybe a trip back there wouldn't be the worst thing possible. If he actually saw his family it might be terrible, but without them there it was just an outing.

In the morning Sock had woken up in a den that wasn't good enough to be permanent. He was going to have a day where he actually set up a real den, but for now he just had his small makeshift one. He began his travel to the plains carefully, not wanting anybody to know he was gone, but nobody really even he was there so it didn't matter either way. Sock was a strange cat, but so far he hadn't died, so that was a plus.

The walk was pretty long and boring, but as he got closer to the plains Sock started to recognize a few things. He avoided getting near those. He was almost to the spot where he wanted to be when he smelled another cat. He debated avoiding them, but they didn't smell familiar and he could go for an encounter, whether it be good or bad. Sock padded cautiously towards the scent. When he saw the silver tabby he hesitated for a second. They were much bigger than he was.

They also seemed to notice he was there and they were not happy about it. Sock had never battled somebody who was bigger than him, but he got into a fighting position instantly once he saw her hostility. It also, however, seemed that she wasn't looking for a fight either. Sock straightened up slightly and tried to make his extremely small stature look bigger while still keeping a defensive position. "I wouldn't mind not fighting you." He stated. He still kept his distance of course. The idea of getting actually closer to her made him uneasy.

[Nightpaw]

he was a small little rouge. grenade couldn't help but already feel like any battle could be easily won. but she had learned the hard way to never trust an enemy just by a simple glance. even if she couldn't help but lose a bit of her hostility at seeing how hard the rouge was trying to be taller, bigger and perhaps braver than he original was. but that was just a guess on her part.

sheathing her claws but keeping the same defensive form, grenade regarded the tomcat with narrowed eyes. smells like a different kind of rouge than the locals.... she thought, and then remembered the rumors about the rouge group in the swampy lands. huh, wouldn't that be funny if he was apart of them.

"... good." she finally said at least, giving her rabbit a glance. she considered her options, and finally just sighed and rolled her eyes. "listen, if you want the rabbit, take it. i don't much like the taste." she meowed, grabbing the scruff of the dead creature and tossing it carelessly towards him. "consider it a friendly pact. deal?" she turned her head, yet still kept an eye on the tomcat, tasting the air for anything else to eat. but hunting had been poor that day. that rabbit may had been the only chance at eating for a few more hours.

a challenge in the plains. sounds more my style. she thought with a smile.

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Sock studied the other cat carefully. She seemed to be less hostile once she saw him. There were two ways he could take that and Sock didn't take it well. He flicked his ear back in a quick motion of annoyance, but he tried not to show it on his face. So far he had nothing to be annoyed at. He was just being difficult and she still seemed pretty wary of him, so he decided to try and chill out. He didn't need to get himself worked up before the other cat had even talked.

He watched as the other cat's eyes flicked down to their prey and for the first time Sock realized she had prey. He hadn't been too concerned with catching something, but she seemed very willing to give her's up. Sock watched her toss the rabbit over to him and he was very shocked. He visually stepped away from the dead rabbit, as if it might blow up and kill him. His eyes began darting between the she-cat and the dead animal.

"Are you being serious?" He asked cautiously. He watched as she began to scent for more food. He had begun staring at the rabbit, trying to find out what the catch was. What she was going to do to get back at him for eating this rabbit? Sock looked back up at the older cat. "Thanks?" He said it like it was a question. He wasn't very used to others being nice to him. The last cat he had been in close contact with had been his brother, and he hadn't been nice. This cat seemed decent though.

[Nightpaw]

grenade was at least thankful he accepted her catch, even if she knew there would probably be no gift back. to give should also result in something being given in the world of living and dying, but she doubted losing a simple, tasteless rabbit wouldn't end up with her becoming a corpse. she was certainly much better than that. plus, best to get some of the locals to like her if she planned on staying in the canyon for a few moons. maybe even forever if she found it even more to her liking. but that was another thought entirely. first she had to eat something in the present, and to share with the tomcat was far from on her mind. sharing prey was what friends did. not strangers. and certainly not strangers who showed hostility.

but, alas, there was nothing on the wind. with a sigh, she pushed her hunger out of her mind and turned back to the rouge. he looked wary. of course he expected grenade would want something in return. the classic, "you get the food, and now you owe me" deal. but any sort of thing she would want in return was pointless. she could send him off to get her something to eat, but then giving him the rabbit in the first place wouldn't have mattered. and it wasn't like she wanted a den built, cats killed or anything of that caliber. she was fine doing things on her own.

"sure. rabbits are my least favored prey." grenade replied at his thanks with a light shrug of her shoulders. despite that she didn't like rabbits, it was still good to eat them once in awhile. and the plains were full of those tasteless creatures. it would be useless trying to avoid finding one. and then she paused, and realize she did want something in return. "for the rabbit, how about you give me some information... like that rouge group i keep hearing whispers about. are they really that dangerous, as the rumors go?" she asked, and then added. "i'm not a local, if you can't tell. it's good to know what i'm dealing with before settling down in this area."

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So this she-cat disliked rabbits. He already knew something about her personality and he hadn't even learned her name. He watched her shrug. Sock sniffed the air. Aside from her scent and the scent of the rabbit there wasn't anything else he could smell. He furrowed his non-existent brow. Even if she didn't like rabbit it wasn't the smartest thing to just give a stranger your prey, especially if there wasn't a whole lot of pray to be found, which according to Sock's scent there wasn't.

Then she told him what she wanted in return for the rabbit, and that happened to be information. Information, from the sounds of it, about Deathclan. Sock could do that, but he also didn't want to give away information that could put his group at risk. He decided that he could give her information about it, but he'd be careful with what he said. If he ended up selling out his group to some random rogue he'd probably be attacked, or maybe even killed. He'd like to avoid that.

"I think what you are talking about is Deathclan. They are pretty ruthless. Cats will fight each other just for the fun of it. Most of the cat's there are either strong or mean, sometimes both. The leader is pretty scary." Sock told her. He may have been embellishing a little. From what he had heard Deathclan had once been this big group that did what they wanted how they wanted, but now it was smaller. Sock was just happy to be a part of it, no matter how dangerous it was. He hadn't been lying about the leader. Although Sock had never met him he had heard that he was ruthless and terrifying. 

Sock cocked his head slightly to the side. "How new are you exactly? Also who are you?" He asked. He probably should have asked for her name earlier, but he hadn't so now was the time it seemed. He was still suspicious about her reason for wanted to know about Deathclan, but he let that slide. Sock looked back down at the rabbit and pawed it over to himself. He sniffed it hesitantly before he took a bite. It tasted good. He couldn't really understand why she didn't like rabbit. Of course Sock had never really eaten rabbit until after he left his family, and in Deathclan he hadn't found a rabbit yet, so it was kind of like a delicacy to him.

[Nightpaw]

here was another cat, feeding the belief that this rouge group was perhaps the most vicious thing ever to exist, or at least it seemed that way to her. grenade turned her head away to hide her eye roll. cats fighting one another just for fun? that was a common personality trait in faces she met. always had to prove a point with claws. grenade, personally, didn't think any cat was as scary as they were rumored to be. for she either met someone scarier or they turned out to be a disappointment. of course, hostile and aggressive like a rouge should be. but always lacking something, which denied them the right to be called the 'most terrifying creature ever to exist, dot dot dot'. but that was her opinion.

swinging her head back around to the rouge, grenade raised an invisible eyebrow. he was prying into her life now. well, she had just given up her rabbit and sold out her curiosity. it was to be expected the tomcat demanded her identity. with a shrug, she found it pointless in lying to him. she had told other cats her name, so what was the problem in setting him on that list as well? "i call myself grenade." she replied with a lash of her tail. "and new enough to be ignorant of the cats, yet knowledgeable on how to survive here. my current, temporary home is in the canyon, not the plains. this place is too easy. but don't think i enjoy company. at all."

"now, if we're just going to snap questions back and forth, i might as well ask your name and how new you are to the area. not the plains in general, i mean more this entire place."

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Sock listened to her state her name, which was Grenade. It was an interesting name choice, which made Sock just a little more wary around her. Grenades exploded and he was worried that her name hinted towards a way of her fighting, meaning she would seem calm and then suddenly explode. She continued talking about how new she was, which was more confusing and convoluted than it had to be. She could have just said how many moons she had been in the area, instead she gave some cryptic ideas about how she hadn't been here long, but had been here long enough to survive.

Grenade stated that she was currently living in the canyon. Sock had never been there himself, but he had heard it was dangerous and hard to survive, so he really had no reason to go there. His idea of a good house was a place where he could survive easily, but it seemed that her idea of a good home was quite the opposite. The way she said that it was too easy made him think that easy was a bad thing. She then went on to say that she didn't enjoy company. Which made Sock smirk a little, seeing as she was the one who seemed more into this whole company thing, since she had given him her rabbit and all.

Sock then listened to her questions about him. He was a little hesitant to answer, but since she had given him her name he'd give her his. "I'm Sock, named after my socks." He stated and held up a paw to show off the black "socks" that adorned them. "I lived in the plains since I was born then I left and lived on my own and now I live in Deathclan. So I'm not new to this place. It's where I've always lived." He told her. He then wondered if she was new, where she had lived before. He decided to ask. "So if you haven't lived here until recently, where did you live before." He stood up then and stretched, trying to think of what he wanted to do after he finished talking to Grenade.