[Ignore this post please ^^ ]

Rustling in her nest Graypatch lifted her head and sighed, though complied and got out of her comfy bed. "We ought to scout it," she meowed in a muffled voice, hampered by the large yawn that was coming out at the same moment. Shaking herself to brush off the last of the bits of moss and leaves that had clung to her thin gray pelt the she-cat slipped out of the musty-aired den and glanced around outside, feeling sure of this place.

"Secure location at any rate," she meowed loudly, looking over her shoulder back into the dark den. Toms, she thought irritably.

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Slamming into Spot with a loud mreowr, which was Mila's version of a fierce battle-cry, the she-cat battered at her littermate's belly with sheathed paws, growling as he simply remained limp on the ground. "Come on," she meowed in complaint, leaping off him and racing around in a few circles before coming to a panting halt next to the prone tom. "Get up and fight!"

Slitting his eyes Spot rolled over and nudged his sister irritably. "Can't I just enjoy the day?" he meowed in a half-hearted tone, not really into the whole idea of chastising his ever-active littermate. "We can't all have the energy of a cat whose been into the catnip bush."

Of course, this only served to egg Mila on and she pounced him again, this time clamping his tail in between her jaws, Mila's way of saying "I love you". "Let's go into the forest!" she mewed in a muffled voice, shaking her head to get Spot's attention. "I want to see if there are any wildcats!"

"And what do you think we'll do then?" Spot asked, arching one eye questioningly and slipping out of Mila's tight grasp. "Fight? We hardly know any moves, and besides, our owners will be wor-"

"Whatever," Mila meowed proudly, and scampered away and over the fence before Spot could even finish his sentence. "Wait!" The tom called out in worry, dashing after her. Clawing himself over the high, pointed fence Spot leaped onto the ground with a grunt and raced after his sister, hoping she didn't do anything more foolish. Of all the things she could do today, or any day for that matter, Spot thought, gritting his teeth, she chooses to explore the forest. 

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Thomas, on the other hand, felt perfectly at home in the forest. Padding along with a rather smug look on his muzzle the young tom kept a sharp lookout for any prey or foe, his ears twitching at any stray sound. Glancing around him to make sure no-cat was looking Thomas dropped into a hunting crouch, albeit a little unbalanced, and began stalking an unaware mouse, his whiskers quivering with anticipation.

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Enjoying his little stroll around the two-leg area Whiskers almost walked straight into a pair of madly rushing cats, both seeming very enthusiastic despite the fact that they were heading for the forest. "Hey, you!" he called out hopelessly, trotting after them. I guess I have to warn them of the cats that have been travelling through here, Whiskers thought glumly, trying in vain to dodge around them and halt them in their tracks. [Speaking to Thrush and Swallow. o3o] 

"You know the forest isn't safe, right?" Whiskers said this slowly, as if trying to get the point across to these evidentially brainless housecats in a simple manner. "Unless you know how to fight, hunt, or anything of that sort, there's no point going in there. The cats who live there are vicious, and won't be happy with two well-fed kittypets trying to steal their meals."

Sniffing them as he padded around them the tom growled low so that only they could hear. "You might have size and weight advantage, but that can't take the place of experience. You kittypets should just run back to your two-legs before you get hurt."

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Curling his lips in a defiant snarl Thomas bunched up his hindlegs and pounced on the bush, only to fall flat on his face before a slim she-cat. "Oh, uh..." he meowed uncertainly, backing up quickly. Great, I probably just ran into one of those wildcats, and now I'll get attacked by her and her pack of great hulking toms or something. Looking away in embarras.sment Thomas hoped she would just let him go. He had enough troubles already with his housefolk getting some new kittens.

[I think you did. D:]

Whiskers sighed. "You aren't listening! Wildcats don't care what you say. You're only whining little cowards to them. Just...just go back to your two-legs, alright?" Shifting nervously he glanced into the forest with an apprehensive look in his eyes.

"I wouldn't stay around too long," he warned. "Nighttime is the worst in the forest. Everything makes you jump, and you never know what's going to strike from the shadows."

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"I don't need practice," Thomas muttered, glaring at the overenthusiastic she-cat. "I get food from my housefolk. Don't bother giving me any dirty looks. It's the life I was born into, not the one I chose." Scowling at the loner Thomas began padding away angrily, not really sure if he was ready to leave the calm of the forest.

[Mine are shorter and more failish-posts D<]