The Barn

[Clove]

HER FUR WAS SPIKY WITH UNEASE.

Her body was shaking violently. There was a large warm blob of fur near, but every time the thin kit tried to go to it, the thing pushed her away. She didn't stop trying. It was so cold and dark. Even though her eyes had opened, she could barely make out the form of warmth that was indifferent toward her.

She wanted to escape into the distance light peeking in, but she didn't quite know how. She doubted she could run that far without stumbling anyway. Besides, despite the usual behavior of the large creature that occasionally let her fill her belly with the warm liquid, that particular creature never let the small kit go very far.

SHE WAS ALONE.

An eerie fog was settled over the grass covered hill. There was a few lone trees. To her left and right there was a more dense clustering of the trees. She knew somewhere beyond there were the clans. She didn't fancy going near them. She padded slowly across the hill. There was no need to hurry. A bird fluttered past her. Unfortunately, it was too high for her to reach. Even though she could be quite agile, her body had limits.

Her green eyes settled on her favorite barn. She longed for its coziness after her recent trip to places farther away. She shivered as a sharp gust of wind pierces her fur and skin. She still hesitated. She stared at the barn's worn red walls. Suddenly, she felt like she was being watched. She turned around. She narrowed her eyes. A cat whose gender could not be determined from the distance was staring her down. She glared back at the stranger. He was so far away she couldn't even make out the color or design of his pelt. She assumed it was the same for him.

After a moment of the two cats staring each other down, the mysterious one turned and slunk away. She growled slightly when the cat seemed headed for the barn. She huffed in annoyance when her belly rumbled. She would have to deal with the stranger later. She scanned the area before she realized there would be no spotting of prey through the unnervingly thick mist. She scented like she should've in the first place. She found the scent of a she-cat. That must've been the creepy stranger that was staring at her from a distance. That unknown cat smelled pretty young, but she didn't dwell on it. That cat didn't matter. All that mattered right now was prey.

There was the faint scent of fox, nothing to worry about. She finally pulled out the delightful scent of rabbit. It smelled very close. She followed the direction it came from, moving as quietly as possible. She had to catch this. If she did, she wouldn't be hungry for a while. Even in Green-leaf prey was hard to catch for her. What with having to avoid foxes, badgers, rogues, and clan cats all the time. She couldn't venture too far in the forest in case clan cats scented her. Even if they just caught her scent from passing by and didn't see her, she feared they might try to find her. They could make extra patrols, too. She didn't know these clans or these cats. Who knows what they would do?

Brown fur was barely visible through the fog. She focused her sight. She crouched down and began to stalk toward it. The thing hardly moved. Once she got closer, it was clear the rabbit was nibbling on grass. She scowled. Her expression came because there was a wound on the rabbit's side, as if something already attacked it. What kind of creature would bite or claw a rabbit, but couldn't make the kill? The strangeness of the situation puzzled her deeply. She shrugged. The fast hopping rabbit might be slowed by its injury, making it easier to catch. She smiled slightly.

With a few bounds of semi-long legs controlled by a fairly lithe body. She had missed the taste of blood. It felt like she hadn't sunk her teeth into a good piece of prey for a while. She lied down to eat the morsel. She purred, for the flesh of rabbit had an exceptional taste. She groomed a little once she was finished. She stood up in an abrupt way. Now to deal with the other problem. She raced down the hill rather clumsily. She slowed to stop in front of the barn. The scent of the strange she-cat was overwhelming. She gritted her teeth.

CONFRONTATION MIGHT BE IMMINENT.

Holly slipped through the large, slightly ajar barn door. She moved carefully as to not get any splinters in her skin. She peers into the corners of the barn, hoping to spot the stranger before the black-furred she-cat found the other she-cat's claws sinking into her. Holly tried to keep a clear mind yet make sure she had a battle-ready form when she felt the presence of another feline in close proximity.

"Who are you?" she growled at the stranger.

She took a step forward with herself drawn up to look threatening. Her fur was bristled now as she stared into shocking blue eyes of the other she-cat. The loner didn't like others in HER barn, especially nasty, territorial rogues. That may sound strange, since she felt like she owned that barn. It's not all that hard to understand that she doesn't mind if they keep to themselves and don't attack her, threaten her constantly, or hoard all the mice that reside in her beloved barn.

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Blairr.. respond with Intensity? :3
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[Blair ;;]

INTENSE.

Intensity's blue eyes were focusing on the wall of the barn, until she saw another loner. She glanced over her. The fog was much too thick to tell who she was, or why she was here. But she could scent her, though. Her black fur was easy to see, and her green eyes were dull but pretty. She could only wonder if the cat would walk up to her. She stared her down for a moment, debating on the options that she had. Should she stay here, and risk getting attacked? Or shall she go into the barn where there would be a mouse, or possibly some twoleg slop, and get some of that? She debated for over three minutes, then slipped her calico body wordlessly into the barn.

Intensity began to reside into the unfamiliar barn. There was a ladder that lead to what seemed to be where mice were, which meant that twoleg slop must be keeping them there. She began to climb the ladder, looking around with her skinny, stealth body. Her posture remained as she jumped down, then looked around where she had entered. There was hay everywhere, and she loved the feeling of such. She batted around a peice, then saw a small mouse fluttering across the floor. Obviously, these mice were unafraid of cats. Well, she would take that for granted. Without even trying, her claw raked across the mouse's tail, stopping it in its tracks. A squeak.

What a poor little creature, to be without a fear in the world until it gets caught. Should she kill the creature? She picked it up between her claws and frowned. It seemed harmless, but she couldn't be too sure. Instead, her claws met the young mouse's neck, killing it with a painless death. Once again, she smirked, eating it and tossing the remains elsewhere. Whatever twoleg or character that inhabited this barn would clean it up later. It wasn't her job. Her intense eyes went back to the door, where a rogue seemed to be entering. A smile appeared plastered across Intensity's face. Her eyes darkened, seeming to glow with her dark body. The posture of Intensity's backbone was straight up now.

The question of who she was rattled her. Well, who was she? How could she explain herself to this rogue? And how much shall she give away to it? If she was to give away to much, she would be to open. But she wanted to be friendly to the guest. Or it seemed to be it's barn, the way it looked. If she scented around, she could tell that it had scent marks all over it. Silly her, to over look them. She wasn't just going to leave, though. There was plenty of mice to go around. Her eyes blinked only innocently.

"Oh? I am Intensity, rogue." She wasn't going to give away her brother, or her mother, being born as kittypets. The thought made her frown. Where were they? Oh, nothing to wonder about now. She had left them. They had to be fine just on their own with Jami and Josh. They would be fine there. She was young. She couldn't do anything for them. She shook the thought away, her posture correcting once again, her eyes intensely watching the other.

"And who might you be?" Intensity rattled off the question as if it was nothing. The black cat with the green eyes could easily answer that, could she not? It was the same question that she had asked her. But was the cat like herself? Would she be willing to answer, or lie, giving away nothing? Was this cat a kittypet? It didn't have any kind of twoleg scent on it, so she guessed not. Her intense eyes continued to watch.

[Clove]

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Holly tensed. The other cat's answer was simple. Should her's be simple as well? She didn't see any point in speaking of her past to some unknown cat that has invaded her barn. She glared straight at Intensity. She flexed her claws with a quick motion.

"I am Holly, a loner. However, I will engage in battle if need be. I prefer not to. Usually, it would just be a waste of time. I'm not a coward, you can be sure of that," she meowed calmly.

She focused on the feline before her. She examined every detail of that unexpected enemy. She was prepared to fight. The barn was well-stocked with mice, but she mostly used it as a shelter. If that rogue was willing to share, which was unlikely, then that would be fine. If not, well, she was more than ready to put up a fight. It's common for rogues to have territories and loners often travel. She did wander around every day. She just liked a nice, warm, out of the way place to rest after plenty of hunting, confrontation, or strategical avoiding of conflict.

She paced about the fairly large space. Her ears twitched involuntarily at the sounds of mice scrambling over the hay-covered ground. She hooked some hay in her claws and tossed it to the side. She sat down, now behind the other cat. She waited for Intensity to notice. She spoke again.

"I'm a loner, and I don't make it a habit to fight over things. Despite this, I refuse to back down from a situation that we can easily come to a compromise over should you choose to be hostile."

Her voice was strong and certain. She unsheathed her claws. She stood up, her sleek pelt rippling. She stared the rogue she-cat in the eyes and stepped forward. Her tail whipped side to side.

'So what shall it be?' Holly thought.

Admittedly, her battle moves were quite rusty. She didn't fight much anymore. She did practice by herself when she was bored, so she couldn't have been too out of practice. She ran through her thoughts quickly, collecting them. Every battle she had been in, especially the ones she had won, raced by her in flashes of memory. She shook them away. She was ready.

She truly hoped Intensity would either leave or consent to not make a fuss over the simple, worn, and abandoned barn. Secretly, her paws itched for battle. In a way, the rush of confrontation was satisfying, even when she lost. She preferred winning, of course. Losing meant humiliation. It meant retreating. It usually meant more dangerous wounds. She pushed it out of her mind. If it came to a fight, she would win or die. If she was horribly injured, she would collect everything in her to continue fighting.

There wasn't a definite chance she would be able to continue on with horrid wounds. She realized she could simply slink off, pretending to be giving up. She would heal her wounds. She would gain her strength again. She would find where she went wrong in the battle and improve herself. Then, she would return. She would win. She suppressed the growl that almost rose in her throat. She imagined her eyes must be on fire with anticipation.

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I wanna see you try to take a swing at me
Come on, gonna put you on the ground, ground, ground

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only about 581 words... well it's 11:46 pm here, I should have gone to bed already, and I don't know what else to put right now.. not sure if I'm done... but eh, whatever.

[Blair ;;]

POSTURE RISING.

Intensity's blue eyes stared the other down. She blinked, a smirk still on her face as the other moved. She showed no wanting to fight, but also showed no wanting to leave. Her tail curled around her paws. She found the other's wanting for a fight laughable. Almost laughable. A tang hit her mouth. The smell of mouse ran through her nostrils. A good place for prey, this old barn was. She never went here, or atleast there wasn't a likely reason for it from the outside. It looked old and broken. Surely, as you could see, this was not the case. It sure was broken, but it didn't creak as much as old barns did. Intensity was relatively calm. Her long claws flexed in and out. Her body stretched as the rogue spoke. She obviously didn't care what the both of them did with their time, and she had nothing else to do but stall with this cat. She licked across her pelt slowly. The rough pink tongue moved across her speckled pelt. The pelt of this individual smoothed down. She smirked,looking back up at Holly.

"I have no interest to fight with you, although you may think other wise. I am not rusty with my fighting moves, since I am a young cat." she said simply. A smirk appeared on her wise face. Her posture slouched for a moment as she looked around the barn. It was almost perfect. If only it could have better ways to look up. It was a good barn, but it was still on the verge of breaking. Within a few years, there would be no barn left to it. It wouldn't be a barn, it would be a useless muck of wood with dead mice. Hmph. She'd leave before any of this happened to find a much better barn that would be better suited for a tornado or another natural disaster that happened in the world.

At her old home with Ninja and her mother, there had been a tornado. She hadn't remembered exactly what happened, but it would have been fatal without the home that they had with her master. Jami, she remembered. Oh how much she loved her. The wanting to be a kittypet - as most of the warriors in the clans that she had encountered called so - strived for her again. But she liked catching her own prey. She would kill for Ninja to come with her and be with her again. Her posture straightened, and she obviously looked larger than Holly. In reality, she was taller, but she wasn't, in retrospect, larger. She was lithe. She was good enough to defeat the other, but not that bad.

"But don't worry. There's no reason to fight over this old barn. It can be shared until we find a problem with that, yes?" her voice was calm. Her claws sheathed and unsheathed in question at this.