Airplanes 1x1 with Dinah.

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Ashclover let out a slightly purr of amusement as Littlerain talked- not only because she described people as mysterious, white fluffy things, but also because Talonclaw was being sour and without saying anything. Maybe if he got the chance, he'd annoy him more later. "Ehhh people... they are tall creatures with tufts of fur on their heads. Two legs. Awkward looking, some are nice though. Some have fluffy white fur on their heads and around tehir faces. Mr. Gregory does, anyways."

[a ghost!]

' mr. Gregory? '

she asked, her head tilted to the side, talonclaw paying no mind as he silently switched places with batears, his shift was done, much to his pleasure. he'd rather not deal with the rogue longer than needed. though littlerain didn't seem to mind, she quite enjoyed talking, and playing, mostly with kits, for that matter.

[clouds-move-on]

"He's a person." Ashclover said, glancing upwards as he noticed the change of shift. He hoped Batears was less annoying than his previous guard, but, aside from Littlerain so far, no one had been very polite. "It's his fault I'm here, if that changes anything." He added sourly. He didn't dislike Mr. Gregory, but right now he blamed him for all his problems.

[a ghost!]

' I do not believe that will help your case in trial, for you might be bluffing. even if you are not, clover of ash, you yourself has chosen to wander onto our land, and the leader does not take kindly to this behavior. '

[clouds-move-on]

"How was I supposed to know a gang of wheat dwellers lived here?" Ashclover mumbled, laying his head on his paws, and wiping his muzzle. It was still wet from drinking and it was annoying him.

[a ghost!]

' what is a 'wheat dweller'? '

she'd ask, rather curiously.

[clouds-move-on]

Ashclover stared at her in silence for a few seconds, before shaking his head slightly. "Oh... why you, of course. You live in this... field place. I didn't think anyone lived out here."

[a ghost!]

the cat tilted her head, her expression twisting into that of a confused one. her ears flattened against her head, looking at the cat intently. ' why, of course we live here. our ancestors provided this land for us long ago, it would be that of a shame to live anywhere else but our sun-touched fields. ' the cat would try to explain their customs to the stranger, though he never seemed to get it. littlerain's ears turned to the side at the mention of her name in the distance. she stood, up, bid farewell, and walked off.

batears turned, his head resting on his shoulder to look at the cat.
' what are you really doing here, rogue? to steal our land? '

[clouds-move-on]

Ashclover frowned as the she-cat left, and turned to look at Batears. With a grunt, he shook his head and rolled his eyes in a desperate, exasperated way. "I'm one cat trying to find a river, and somehow this equates to stealing land? I didn't even hunt! I don't want to either, your mice probably taste like bread Mr. Gregory's kit-nephews tried to force me to eat. Bleh!"

[a ghost!]

batears's, uh, ears-- flicked to the side, his attention unwavering from the tom cat in front of him.

' nephew? bread? '