Life and the Smell of Fish [closed]

[Flower]

"Claimed territories... ah..."
"You're standing on one." Silverstripe broke in bluntly, saving Flowerpelt the effort of explaining gently. "This is the territory of IvoryClan." Flowerpelt looked down at her paws apologetically.

[Twigtail]

Renée didn’t much like the tomcat’s tone, and she glanced at him with a look that was intended to be reproachful. Well, alright, so she was on somebody else’s land. He could at least say so nicely! Silverstripe’s appearance, already hinting at a rough character, only added to the affect of his bluntness. “Well, fine!” the brown tabby meowed, sounding very obviously miffed. “You could at least be polite about it.” She lifted herself onto all four paws and narrowed her eyes, though looking directly at the heavily scarred tom. Besides, I was sitting, not standing, she grumbled mentally, but for once her mouth did the smart thing and didn’t give that particular thought a voice.

At current, she turned very deliberately away from the gray-black tom, instead looking intentionally at Flowerpelt. At least she looked politely embarrassed by Renée’s faux pas, because that’s what this was, wasn’t it? She probably just missed some marker or another. Making her voice gentler by force, since she was still feeling irritated by her mistake (more so than Silverstripe’s tone; it was embarrassment that made the hurt that much sharper), Renée managed to meow, “Well, sorry. Tell that to this IvoryClan, won’t you? Didn’t mean to—what’s that word?—en-crouch on their turf.” The chocolate tabby gave the she-cat a smile, hoping she’d look up to see it (the loner still hoped to make friends with the other she-cat), shot Silverstripe one last evil look, and gave a sharp twist of her body that sent her loping back the way she’d come. She’d go back to the town; she at least knew how to get on there. Who knew? Maybe she’d manage to get on friendlier terms with those nasty kittens, too. Assuming the whole gosh-darned town wasn’t claimed by some cat or another.

[Flower]

Silverstripe couldn't figure out if Renée was trying to be pleasant and slipping into annoyance or annoyed and straining to be pleasant. Apparently both, as she smiled at Flowerpelt before glaring poisonously at him and turning away.
"I believe the word is enroach," Silverstripe glared at the retreating figure's back.
"Oh dear." Flowerpelt murmured to herself before turning to Silverstripe. "Nice move, Silverstripe."
"Someone had to tell her, didn't they? Besides, she asked if there were any claimed territories around here, which I find hard to believe. Can't she scent at all? Now can we get on with fishing like we were supposed to?" Flowerpelt didn't reply for a moment. "I suppose so," she replied absentmindedly, moving down the sands towards the Great Water. Silverstripe followed. "Should we tell Patchstar?"
"Nah. Patchstar's solution to just about everything is either 'Drive them off' or 'Why should I care?' If you ask me, we should do what we should have done long before: hold a rebellion. Drive old fatty out and open our ears to StarClan once more."
Flowerpelt didn't reply for the moment, just bent her head to the task at hand. Her mind raced madly, faster than a monster on a Thunderpath. When finally she managed to understand her thoughts, she replied, "I won't say anything one way or another right now, but if you want to rebel, we should talk to that Darksong. He's a loner more than anything else. If any cat will want to rebel, I think it would be him." She scooped a paw into the water with a flash, then drew it, empty, back in, hissing in annoyance.

((So is that it, are we done then?))