Come and Take It.

[Ten]

ooc| /misplaced historical reference.
bic|

As usual, Grimykit was in a good mood, prancing alongside the wall with his tail in the air. Taking note of his surroundings, he began to take a liking to the area. The wall was thick here, with one large gap too large to jump up to - perfect for rain to fall through, if it ever came. The terrain was sandier here as well, which also fit his preferences.

"Aight, I's decidin' this here's mine!" he declared. And, without further ado, he plopped his rump on the ground and admired his claim.

[Darky [Megan]]

Orangestorm padded around. He wasn't doing it for any specific reason, it was just because he wanted to.

Ears twitching, he suddenly picked up a loud voice, a declare. Some cat claiming something. Guessing that this was prey, though his nose detected nothing, the tabby turned. A brown cat sat there, what looked to be a rather self-satisfied smirk upon his face. Orangestorm decided that the cat looked like the perfect candidate for some amusement. A cure for his boredom.

So, in a manner so superbly cool and casual that you almost hardly noticed anything, Orangstorm strolled around right in front of Grimykit and sat a little way off. Then he began to groom himself.

[Ten]

ooc| "a declare" ....a declaration?
bic|

"Nope, nope, nope, nope." Grimykit shook his head and trotted toward him. "Ain'tcha heard me? I dun said this here's mine! So get yer fat, orange butt out!" he spat.

[Gosh]

ooc| Misplaced? I think not.

bic| Bronzefoot glanced from Grimykit to the orange tom and back. 'What on earth could that irritating kit be smirking about?' he wondered. 'And who in their right mind would groom themselves so close to him?' Frowning, he padded closer.

[Ten]

ooc| It works, sure, but this is nothing like the original event.
bic|

Grimykit caught sight of Bronzefoot and fluffed up his tabby fur. "Hey! Same goes for you! This here sand is now my prot- prepo- propretry," he mewed, struggling to pronounce the word. He cleared his throat. "So GET OUT!"

[Gosh]

"Proprety?" Bronzefoot sneered. "Never heard of the word. Explain it to me." As an afterthought, he added, "And you can't force me to go anywhere. Do you think you're a leader of this place? I do only as I please."

[Ten]

"Means I own the place. This place. From here," He jerked his head in a gesture toward the wall. "To that rock over yonder. I do what I wanna, and right now I want you off," the tall tom growled, flattening his ears.

[Gosh]

Bronzefoot narrowed his eyes. "And now why do you think you deserve that strip of land?" he meowed. "And there you have it. You do what you want to do. I want to do what I want to do. We don't need to interfere with what each other wants to do."

[moddy]

The scrawny tabby she-cat rubbed up against the wall as she padded onwards. As she came closer, she began hearing the voices of two tom-cats. They seemed to be... bickering? She recognized one of them, already; she had spoken to him before.

She rolled her eyes as the two cats came into view. This was a stupid argument, in her opinion. Why would anyone want to claim land? It was too much like the Clan ways for her tastes.

"Well," Beetlepaw mewed aloud as she approached them, "if you wanna claim this here land, you might have to fight for it. Or else, some other cat might stroll over here and take it from you," the she-cat snorted. This was all fun and games for her at the moment.

[Gosh]

"I agree," Bronzefoot meowed. "I wouldn't want to risk my life just for a piece of land, when I can just walk around wherever I please anyways. What makes you so attached to this area, anyways?" he asked Grimykit curiously.