Robinsong, pretty light brown she-cat with blue eyes, was walking around the frigid Frost Mountains like it was a warm green-leaf day.
Of course, she was an ex-Darkclan warrior, and all of Darkclan were born with thick pelts, compact bodies, and large paws that made them ideal for the harsh conditions of the mountains, or 'sky-stones' as the Clans called them.
Robingsong had a history - a story, if you will. And it was an interesting one, if anyone were near to listen to it.
Not too long ago, the she-cat had been in a marsh that was a part of Dewclan's territory. Then she was traveling down the great mountain ranges.
Now she was here, so close and yet so far from her home, only herself as a speaking partner. What would happen if someone were to appear?

The she-cat crunched the snow beneath her paw purposefully, sniffing the cold air and exhaling, watching the steam dissolve for the fun of it.

Thunder, a black tom with amber eyes, circled a snow covered rock trying to keep warm.
He shivered. He wasn't used to being in the mountains, including these mountains. His black fur had snow all over it, making him even colder. He sneezed as snow landed on his nose. He spotted Robinsong and hid behind the rock he was circling. The snow crunched under his paws as he went behind the rock.

Robinsong's ears flicked - did I hear something? She turned around, but she was looking the wrong way. The snow muffled and distorted sounds, so who knew where the sound really came from?
"Is someone there," her voice was surprisingly harsh. "Show yourself."

Thunder padded out of from behind the rock. "Hello." He meowed.

Robinsong spun around, unsheathing her claws, fluffing up her fur, flattening her ears, and letting out a long hiss.
"What do you want," she snapped, trotting forward slightly, torn between the idea of leaving the cat alone or attacking.

Thunder unsheathed his claws and hissed. "What's your problem? All I did was say hello and you got mad."He hissed.

Robinsong snarled in return. "You're treading dangerously, mangy rogue," she spat. Her tail lashed in a grump manner.

OOC: are we gonna fight?

Thunder hissed. His tail lashed back and forth in an angry manner. "So? Say what you want, I'm not leaving."He hissed.




OOC: If you want to. It don't matter to me.

OOC: I'd rather not.

IC: Robinsong stopped. "Never told you to leave," she muttered, fur smoothing and ears nearly erect. She sat in a graceful manner and licked a paw, fixing her cold blue gaze on the rogue.

OOC: Ok.




IC: Thunder stopped hissing. "Ok." He meowed.

She looked at him intently, seeing that he wasn't from a Clan - at least, not one that she knew - , he wasn't from very far away, judging by his accent, and he wasn't accustomed to seeing others.
His reaction to her presence was so very much her own reaction, that the former fact was impossible to deny.
Today, surprisingly, Robinsong was feeling slightly hospitable. "You don't like the cold." Flat fact.
Robinsong was horrible at starting conversations.

Thunder looked at her."Yea...How did you know?" He meowed.

Robinsong flicked at his pelt with her tail. "Thin coat. Long body. Sleek fur. You look like a low-lands cat.."
Low-lands meant a cat who lived in the lands down the mountains.
"Why are you here, low-lands cat? Do you have... a story?" She looked at him curiously.
How odd, she mused. I'm so very not-Darkclan right now...

Thunder shivered. "I don't know why I'm here." He meowed.

Robinsong had a look of deep understanding for a brief moment. "...I know how you feel," she murmured. She stood and slowly padded over to the tom. She sat next to him, her pelt brushing his. "What's your story," she asked again, the same curiosity in her eyes as before.