Airplanes 1x1 with Dinah.

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Story about Ashclover, who ends up meeting cats from the suntrials, particularly Littlerain.
Will they even like eachother? Who knows.

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PLOT

Ashclover's human friends, Mr. Gregory and his wife, are visiting relatives living in France! They take it into their silly heads (Gregory craves revenge because Ashclover sings outside late at night with his clan) to take Ashclover with them, and one day he escapes the house and gets lost in miles of farmland. We're not in Oregon anymore are we?

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( fIRST POST. o:< )

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Ashclover was getting rather dizzy at this point. He'd been walking through the fields of wheat for what seemed like hours. He'd never seen anything like it and had been eager to explore, but instead found himself walking tirelessly through rows and rows of golden grain, it was maddening!

Finally, with a sigh, he decided to take a break. It was warm out, and the sun as at it's height, and he was thirsty and by now his paws hurt, so he lay down, mumbling something about misery and doom under his breath as he curled his tail over his face and sighed. He hoped his clan wasn't too worried about him as he prepared to nap.

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batears lea the patrol around the edge of their territory, his pads treading across the grain-ridden dirt. a few other cats were behind him, such as talonclaw, and talldoe. they were not far behind, their heads going back and forth, scanning through the thick layers of wheat around them. their eyes were trained to go past the golden strands, looking for things of various colors, for any other color that is not golden was rather strange in the wheat field.

and it seems they found something.

a rather odd gray color caught talldoe's eyes from deep within the wheat, her eyes narrowing at the figure. she'd motion her head for the others, keeping quiet. batears turned, walking over to stand beside the golden brown she-cat. looks as if they found a rogue. a rather lazy one at that. ' What are we going to do? ' Talldoe asked, Batears's eyes not turning away from the lying cat. ' We wait. '

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Ashclover didn't react to the cats that were stealthily creeping over to him. At this point, he didn't care much about anything. He was so tired of this place, and he'd only been there for what, a day? He grumbled softly to himself as he briefly sat back up. He had fallen asleep for a few seconds when something tickled his nose and disturbed him. Now, he decided to reposition himself- it was likely a beetle, or some grain, so what had poked him didn't worry him as he settled back down.

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talonclaw's features twisted in a quiet hiss as he caught movement from the figure, batears taking his attention away from the gray pelt to glance at the tom. be quiet, no sound. they wait. a few moments had passed, batears motioning his head to point towards the cat. it had not moved for quite a while. were they dead, perhaps? they decided to see.

batears lead the small patrol forward, they were a good distance away from the cat, creeping slowly near the gray pelt though the tall golden strands. talonclaw was not too far off from batears, talldoe standing close by the tabby tom. they were at the edgeof the golden barrier, a clear view of the cat now in front of them. he was.. sleeping? talldoe tilted her head, talonclaw giving off a low growl. batears signaled the others to surround the plains, talldoe going to the left and talonclaw disappearing to the right.

batears stepped forward,
' You are surrounded, rogue. '

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Ashclover, he was now facing away from whatever direction this newcomer was in, sat bolt upright, his ears swiveling back to catch the words clearer. He remained very still in his upright position for a few seconds, before letting out an aggravated sigh. He couldn't catch a break, now could he?

Mumbling once again to himself, the tom very stood up, and turned, focusing his eyes on the tom, his long face thoughtful. It appeared some cats actually liked this weird tall grass. Assuming they were some type of group, like his own clan, anyways. This stranger had called him rogue. That implied some form of group mentality. That wasn't very welcoming and he decided to take it slow.

"I prefer to be called a guest." He offered politely.

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batears's ears flattened against his head, talldoe and talonclaw still waiting by the sidelines, their claws ready and their paws aching. batears tilted his head, his eyes not wavering from the strange cat. he did not seem to fit the cat the others had described, for he had no collar on his neck, nor a pelt of black and white. but rather a mix. was he perhaps one of the others? none the less, it was their land, and theirs to keep. batears flicked his tail, and the others emerged from the golden grass.

' what are you doing on our land, rogue? for whatever your purpose is, we shall not stand for it. '

talonclaw's features twisted with a low growl, talldoe's claws digging at the ground beneath them. they were ready for a fight, they were ready to protect.

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Ashclover considered shocking them, like he sometimes did his friends, by either bursting into deep misery or into poetic verse. He did neither; this wasn't the time.

"I was trying to get out of it, actually." He said with a slight edge to his voice. No use being polite when the cats clearly weren't having it, right? "You have an awful lot of golden grass on your territory and I don't like it. Now if you have a stream, maybe then you could rightfully say I was trying to take something. Some water could be nice. I'd steal water any day."

He stopped talking. Perhaps saying the word steal wasn't a wise idea?

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talonclaw took a step forward, his features twisted with a low growl, which had since then grown louder. ' what do you mean s t e a l ? ' talonclaw snapped, his neck stretched out to look closely at the gray figure in front of him. talldoe gave him a worried look from the other side, was now really the time to provoke a fight? batears glared at the brown tabby to his right, his ears pinned against his head. talonclaw backed away.

' you will be taken to spiderstar, there you will be given a trial. you protect your pride, we protect our land. '

batears nodded to the cat, talldoe and talonclaw progressing towards the cat. they grabbed him harshly by the fur, tugging him along as batears lead the small patrol back towards the clan. they seemed to have a slight problem on their paws.