The Greenfield Residence-Chelford-10:00am:
"Again." Said Ravage, as the small, ginger tom leaped at her. She didn't even flinch and easily batted him away. He gave a pained grown and lay on the floor, unmoving. Ravage grew worried and quickly sprinted over. Hopefully she hadn't broke the little organic. Please be all right. I can't go through another one of Jenny's telling offs. "Rusty? Are you well?" She asked. Rusty gave the feline equivalent of a smile, flipped over and kicked into Ravage's exposed underside. The Cybertronian spy was thrown back, just slightly, and laughed before congratulating the young cat. "You've been practicing. Had I been a normal cat then you would have stunned me enough to make a death blow."
"Really?" asked Rusty, pride in his voice "Smudge has been helping me while you've been asleep."
"Well, its lucky that he came to live near us isn't it? I believe that, should you so chose, you may enter the forest that you've become obsessed with recently." Said Ravage, walking toward the door into the house. Rusty's eyes widened and he let out a great many thank yous before racing inside to rest up for it. Ravage shook her head in amusement before going to the Energon converter that Stormchaser had left for herself and Laserbeak. Speaking of, her sibling was already guzzling down some of the life giving liquid. She moved to accompany them.
9:00pm-Greenfield Garden:
Rusty had never been so excited. He had finally shown enough skill for Ravage to allow him into the forest. Smudge had said that it was filled with huge wild cats that chewed bones and could eat birds whole. That didn't scare him. He had been personally trained by the one who almost single pawdly wiped out the leaders of that one gang of street cats. Blood something or other, he believed they were called. He was confident that nothing in here could harm him. He slowly stalked through the forest, tracking a mouse he had smelled. He had to be careful, lest his bell give him away.
There! It was eating a seed in between some brambles. He moved closer, ready to pounce, when some twigs snapped and made him jump. His bell jangled and the mouse darted away. He looked around and spotted the white tip of a large, bushy, red tail. The creature's scent gave it away as a meat eater but not one like the cats and dogs that followed Ravage. He wanted to see what it was and moved closer to inspect it. His attention became distracted when another noise was heard. Pawsteps? He thought. He elected to ignore it and continue toward the tail. He realised he was in danger when those distant pawsteps became louder, cracking the leaves underneath them.
The unknown crashed into him and Rusty was thrown off into some nettles. He twisted in an attempt to throw of his attacker but whoever it was, they were gripping on tight. Foe a second, he froze before remebering his training and flipping onto his back. He knew this would be dangerous but it was his best and only chance. He kicked and his attacker lost his breath. Rusty wriggled and broke free. He began to run.
He heard his attacker giving chase and decided that he would not put his friends in the house-folk area in danger. He skidded, stopped and turned to face his opponent. It was another kitten, covered in grey fur with powerful legs and a broad face. Its scent identified it as a tom. At the speed he was running there was no way he could stop before colliding with Rusty. Taken by surprise, he fell back into a dazed mess. Rusty himself had the wind knocked out of him. Quickly, he sprang back to his paws, ready to return to battle. The other tom simply sat up and began to lick his paw. Rusty was strangely disappointed. He wanted to fight. Probably because of the people who I live with. He thought. "Hi there, Kittypet!" meowed the grey kitten, cheerily "You put up quite the fight for a tame kitty!" Rusty was confused and contemplated attacking anyway. He decided he wouldn't for the simple fact of liking this strange cat for some reason. "And I'll fight you again if I have to." Rusty growled.
"I'm Greypaw, by the way," the grey tom went on, ignoring Rusty's threat. "I'm training to be a ThunderClan warrior." Rusty was silent. He hadn't the faintest idea of what this greywhatsit was talking about but he had sensed that the threat had passed. He licked his ruffled chest to hide his confusion.
"What's a Kittypet like you doing in the woods? Don't you know its dangerous?" asked Greypaw. "If you're the most dangerous thing out here then I think I'll be fine." Rusty responded. It wasn't a bluff, either. "Oh, I'm far from the most dangerous. If I were even half a warrior then I'd have given an intruder like you some real wounds to think about." Rusty felt a slight fear at those words. Was this cat working for one of Ravage's enemies?
"Anyway," continued Greypaw "I didn't think it was worth hurting you. You're obviously not from the other clans."
"Other clans?" Rusty repeated. Greypaw went on to explain how he was part of ThunderClan and that they competed with several other clans for food and territory. There was some light taunting when Rusty mentioned that he had never eaten a live mouse. Rusty was slightly offended by that. Soon, Greypaw grew worried and demanded that Rusty leave as more members of his clan were nearby. Two large cats, one a light grey and the other various shades of orange and white, appeared from the darkness of the trees and confronted the two. Greypaw bowed and Rusty was almost tempted to copy. Right up until the voice of Rusty's own leader echoed through the night. "Back away from him! NOW!" yelled Ravage dropping from the trees and landing in a defensive stance in front of Rusty. What was notable is that she was in her Cybertronian form, claws extended, machine guns spun up and Decepticon brand burning an ominous dark purple.
Suffice to say, it made the entire situation much more tense...
