Ties, Guns, and One Wacked-Up Businessman (open)

[Cloud]

Things had happened rather quickly in the last few days, thought the tom as he filed his papers. Joining the Experiment, encountering definite lizardbrains, figuring out whose paws the real power was in...almost everything was set. All he needed was to talk to a con.

His eyebrows lifted as he lay on the sand, gazing up at the roof. He just realized that he'd thought of cons as separate, even though, technically, he was one. But then, he had never been a true con...he supported Clans, but more than one. Which by the looks of things, might very well happen eventually.

If things went the way he predicted - which they probably would - then at one point the cons would unite and fight the Clanners, and the two groups would essentially become Clans, even the cons, if they all bound together and rebelled, as was their wont. Cons were shortsighted like that. And Clanners...well, admittedly some of them might actually be slightly intelligent. After all (as far as he was aware) no group had come this far in seasons. And he planned to tie himself to both groups, so that he would be on the side of whoever stood victorious at the end - because right now he had no clue who that might be.

[Thistle]

Well. On the bright side, she was alive. On the down side, just barely. Of course she could've been smart and waited for the other hogs cats to retreat from the water hole, but no, she just had to barge in and drink her fill.

Hey, she was thirsty.
And hey, until now she didn't believe in karma.

So here Shadestream was, limping along, her best defiant expression posed on her facial features. Maybe she could get someone to toss her a chunk of rat or somethin'. How? By using her natural charm and wit, duh.

"Hey, you," she snapped, nudging a certain tom with her nose. "Move it, will you? Injured and hungry cat coming in, thanks very much." With that, she plopped onto the ground and looked at him with a lazy gaze. Did she know him? She couldn't remember. Well, she couldn't remember pretty much anything at the moment due to the excessive heat, but that was sort of beside the point.

[Cloud]

What an irritating voice. That voice could discourage almost any sensible cat away. And the nose-nudge was NOT proper ettiquette, ugh. But he wouldn't leave, because there was a chance she was a con.

Swallowing a sigh and resisting the temptation to roll his eyes at the she-cat's primitive actions, he opened his mouth to speak.

"Hello to you too, miss. Say...if I help you, will you tell me something?"

Perfect. Bartering. He could do this in his sleep. A fairly simple way to get he what he wanted, and almost certain to work - she seemed in a bad way and in need of aid. Even if she didn't know anything he wanted, someone would owe him a favor, and that was always useful.