Just a short little oneshot/drabble thing I did with original characters =3 It was just rotting in my stories folder, so I decided to post it.
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Biting her lip, she glared at the tom through light emerald-green eyes filled with wariness as he stalked around her small form. Sharp ivory claws sunk into the soft, mossy ground as his lips curled back to reveal a snarl contorting his features. Her claws weren't sharp like that of a trained warrior; rather, they were more like they were never used. New. Untouched. Not tainted by the blood of another creature, not even a mouse. She could feel his body winding around her, as if trying to make her stay in one place and never letting go. She gave him a feminine growl of her's in return.
"Do you know how close you were to getting your pelt ripped off?" his gruff voice suddenly spoke, and she involuntarily flinched. Straightening up, the small light silver she-cat tried to hold his gaze but failed miserably. His deep brown eyes, a tad bit darker than the darkest brown stripe winding through his tabby pelt, held so much dominance in them. She couldn't help but stare at her white-tipped paws as she felt his unforgiving gaze drill into her.
Her voice was shaky when she finally spoke. "Freya is sorry. Freya did not mean to almost step into your territory. Freya hopes that you will forgive her for her foolish mistake." Talking in third-person was a habit she picked up when she was still a tiny kit, and it refused to leave her. Even though she was twelve moons old now, she still talked like that. It sometimes drove other cats crazy, but she didn't really care.
She could feel his surprise at her sudden assertiveness, but then she heard him grunt and brush it away. "You were lucky that it was me you bumped into. If it was anyone else, like Icefire, Shadowflame, or maybe even Silverweb, you would've been long dead," he hissed, though Freya suspected that he would've liked to kill her right now. Tail twitching in irritation, she once again raised her head and looked into his deep brown pools, willing herself to not turn shy this time.
"Sorry, but Freya was not aware that she was about to step into your territory. Freya would know better next time, and stay away from your home," she meowed evenly and calmly. The only thing that was betraying her nervousness was her soft paws kneading the mossy ground as she waited for his next words. Would he kill her? Chase her off? Or just simply leave her alone and trust that she won't disturb him again?
Lips pressed in a thin line, the brown tom glared at her before letting out a long breath. "Fine. I won't hurt you this time. But next time, I won't be so merciful," he growled darkly. Standing up, he held his head high above hers and glared down at her perfect snowflake ears. "Name's Oaktail. You would do well to remember that name, kittypet." The scorn in his voice didn't go unnoticed to her, and for the second time since she met him she let out a light growl directed at him. Scoffing, he turned around and glanced disdainfully over his broad shoulders. "I wouldn't try anything, kittypet. You and I both know that I can claw you into pieces right here and now."
Of course she knew. How could she not? And yet, her growl didn't cease as he walked away from her, into the depths of the trees.