Territorial [p]

[Thomas]

Silverhawk

Thomas was possessive. That was without question. After that little escapade with Ginger, he'd been prowling on the fence surrounding Ginger's home. Which, was fine since they were neighbors. So, he didn't stray too far from his house.

The problem had been that Ginger had brought along another kittypet along. A tom named Ghost.

Now, he'd met Ghost before. He hadn't had a problem with him then. The problems emerged when it appeared Ginger wanted to be friends with Ghost. Fear and anger had taken over, and he'd become extremely prickly, afraid of losing Ginger to the dark-furred tom. Did he see he was being irrational? No. He never did. 

Which, led to the current scene of him standing on the edge of Ginger's fence, suddenly growling at someone who was passing by. With narrowed, slitted eyes, flattened ears, and his fur standing on end...

He didn't like anyone who even came within ten feet of Ginger's home who happened to be a cat.

"What're you doing here?!"

[Silverhawk]

Silverhawk had decided to take a walk by the twoleg place, looking for some more of his stones. The little black rocks that he used to mark his presence or send messages were often difficult to find, but he'd discovered some twolegs liked to use them to mark their nests. If that wasn't the case he certainly wouldn't have straight so close to the suburban area. He was still clan born and had a dislike for the built up area, much preferring grass and wind.

The silver Abyssinian walked calmly along the outskirts, not intruding upon anyone's territory but moving close to them nonetheless. He paused when a voice caught his ear and looked up, staring nonchalantly at a ginger cat atop a fence. He recognized the stranger's anger but had no use in understanding it, so he simply remained expressionless. "Walking." Then he blinked. "What are you doing here?"

[Thomas]

Thomas's anger and hostility only rose at the apparent trespasser's dismissive attitude. He hated being ignored. "Well, why don't you walk somewhere else?!" He hissed, practically spitting everywhere as he did so. He flattened his ears. "What do you think I'm doing here?! I live here!" He growled, pointing sharply at the house next to the one behind him. He wasn't about to explain why he was perched on Ginger's fence to some stranger!

Speaking of said stranger, he hated how this stranger was responding to everything. He barely seemed to emote, annoyingly like his sister Natalia. Cats were meant to feel and show their emotions! They weren't meant to make strong impressions of statues! He hated it when he couldn't read a cat, and he wasn't exactly well-versed in it. He admitted that Natalia had always been more perceptive than he, but to him! Cats shouldn't need her level of perception to get by!