A Thief in Your Midst

[Gosh]

ooc| Yes. By the way, what were you trying to say by "ah-qu-za-shuns"?

bic|

Spiderstripe was immediately irritated by this tom - by his way of speaking and by his words themselves. At least he wasn't pathetically begging anymore.

"Grimykit, you once stole some rat meat from me, so I do have reason to know you're a thief," she meowed coldly. But she had to be polite, always polite, or the Clan - no, the Experiment, it wasn't a Clan yet - its reputation would be ruined. Trying to sound nicer, she continued, "Well, we have started a little thing called the Experiment. We are testing out how a Clan would work, but this isn't quite a Clan." Yet. "We've met before, I believe, but I'll introduce myself again - I'm Spiderstripe, and at the beginning of the Experiment, I was voted leader." She paused for a moment to let this sink in. "Now, Grimykit, is there something you want from us? That is, other than rat meat?"

[Ten]

ooc| Accusations. Seems like too big of a word for Grimykit to handle well. I should've put zay instead of za, though.

bic|

Grimykit laughed at her. And he laughed at her again, throwing back his head with his one eye shut. "Oh, yer fulluvit, ain'tcha?" he chuckled, and with a loud snicker preceding, he squeaked, "'Somethin' ya want frummus?'" The tabby poked a paw at her. "Yeh, since ya menshun it, there's plenty I want frum ya, if ya know what I mean. You invitin' me?"

[Gosh]

Spiderstripe jerked away from the loathsome tom. "That is disgusting, rude, and - I would never. Get away. You're not welcome here, not after what you just tried to suggest." Right now, her greatest wish - more than anything was that Grimykit would just die, in the most painful way possible.

[duckyaisha]

Dingypaw laughed, a harsh, wheezing sound that sounded a little like choking. "Are you serious? Who would ever want you, you mud-caked, cricketbrained, swaggering idiot? I feel sorry for any kittens you've sired, having you as their role model. Get out of my sight so I don't have to see your face again!"

Feeling like this was a little too bold a statement to make for a cat so old she could barely hunt for herself, Patchfur stepped forward, fur raised in anger. "What she said," he meowed, nodding towards Dingypaw. "She might not be able to fight, but I can, and aside from Shortwhisker, there's no one I'd like to beat into the ground more than you, you disgusting piece of rat dirt."

[Ten]

"Well I ain't no vir--"

At that moment a frantic Shortwhisker thundered into the group and collided with Grimykit, bowling him over. The tabby leapt to his feet and hissed. "Watch it, moron!"

Shortwhisker flinched. "Grimykit! S-sorry, I, uh, I-I..."

" 'I-I-I-I-I!' " he mimicked, sneering. "You'll hafta 'scuse me," the tabby addressed Spiderstripe. "After seeing that ugly face uh his, I need to go and retch."

As soon as Grimykit started to saunter off, Shortwhisker blurted his news: "D-Dottedfoot b-bit me! R-really! She d-did!" The tom twisted to indicate his back leg. "R-right there!"

[duckyaisha]

Patchfur couldn't help agreeing with Grimykit on this particular issue, but it wasn't his face that disgusted the tom, it was his utter helplessness. Like now, instead of washing the wound in water like any sane, intelligent cat would do, he had to run over here since he was too stupid to make any decisions on his own. He wondered why Dottedfoot had bitten the tom, and mentally praised her for it. Maybe she was stronger than he had originally thought.

Dingypaw looked at the tom's wound. It wasn't that bad, but it did require cleaning. "You'll have to wash that," she meowed, her face serious. If he chose to disagree with her, well, cats didn't live very long with an infected wound.

[Ten]

Shortwhisker blinked at Dingypaw. "Oh, w-well, yeah, I kn-know that... but sh-she bit me! And then t-told me it's wr-wrong to attack Exp-periment m-members! I was just w-walking along, not d-doing anyth-thing to her, and she j-just runs up and puts her t-teeth in my leg!" He was sure Spiderstripe would have some punishment for the crippled elder's treachery.

[Gosh]

Spiderstripe frowned. "This Dottedfoot.. she's a member of the Experiment? I don't believe I've met her. Shortwhisker, you should get that leg cleaned. I'll find this Dottedfoot and talk to her. I hope we can find a peaceful resolution." Shortwhisker seemed to always be freaking out about something or other, but nonetheless, this definitely required her attention, she thought. The she-cat somewhat recalled seeing a new member but not talking to them; was that Dottedfoot? She should ask about this cat's appearance, just to be sure. "What does this Dottedfoot look like?"

[Ten]

As ordered, Shortwhisker sat and began licking his back leg. Between licks, he mewed, "She's g-gray... and white, a-and... you know, d-dotted... and sh-she has a limp... Th-that's why she hasn't... g-gotten here yet, even th-though... she was ch-chasing me.... Are you g-going to... p-p-punish her?"

[Darky [Megan]]

ooc
So, so, so late, but is this the same group of Clanners Speckledclaw was hanging around with during and after the hunt? If so, daaaaang. D: I just missed the perfect opportunity for some good drama, huh?