Airplanes 1x1 with Dinah.

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Ashclover flattened his ears to his head. He didn't start, or loose his cool- yet- but he mumbled to himself "Today is not my day, is it?" Before turning to glare at Batears.
"A fearsome dragon! He has come to spoil the knight's plans, much to the knight's chagrin!"

[a ghost!]

littlerain stood a fair bit to the side, ducking her head as if it hide it in the fluff of her tail. she snickered a bit at ashclover's remark, though her eyes were not wavering from the black tom in front of them. ' Better watch out rogue, or I might spit fire on you. ' The warrior growled. ' Now, where were you going? Had some fair damsel to save, or perhaps you were on a quest for prey? '

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"I was brought out here to hunt." Ashclover said, not exactly lying. Not saying the truth either, though. "I assume this was regular labor your assigned to your captives."

[a ghost!]

Batears looked rather puzzled, looking down at the gray tom in front of him. ' actually, taking our prisoners out to hunt is not very common at all, for it is much easier for them to escape and or plan to harm one of our warriors. pray do tell, were you planning on harming Littlerain here? ' Littlerain just sat to the side with a sheepish smile on her face, looking at Batears with pleading eyes. ' forgive me, Batears, but it was my idea to bring him hunting. You don't have to worry about me! I could easily beat him in the wheat. ' Littlerain spoke up, Batears turning to face her. ' of course, Littlerain. I have no doubt that you are capable of beating this prisoner. '

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"You wanna bet..." Ashclover muttered in a barely audible tone, sneezing after a grain of wheat was blown into his face by the wind. He gave the yellow-green stuff a disgusted look, before looking back to Batears. "I have no plans of harming anyone, as I'm quite sure I said a few dozen times by now. It falls on deaf ears, however, you seem not to comprehend the fact that a cat can be completely harmless. The only thing I'd kill at this moment is a fish, and I doubt you have fish walking on four legs in your trail of grain!" He instantly regretted the comment; the thought of fish made him hungry.

[a ghost!]

Littlerain would snuff a laugh at the sneeze, Batears scoffing in return. the two sharing a friendly look. he'd then turn back to look back at Ashclover, giving him a weird look at the hostile comment. ' fish? well, no place has walking fish, but we indeed do have normal fish. haven't I mentioned the stream before? ' Littlerain shook her head in response to his inquiry. ' hm. well, we have a stream. glad you know. ' batears then turned his attention to the first part of his sentence. ' cats can indeed not fight, for if this were not so, you would certainly be dead by now. '

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"I came here looking for a stream." Ashclover said miserably. "This is what I have in return. Stuck with wheat cats. And it's still hot outside."

[a ghost!]

" we're not 'wheat cats'. " batears would huff, his fur puffing out. " if you wanted a stream, it was easy enough to ask for shelter. it does not bade well with us to sleep on our territory without our knowing, thus talldoe's original attack. " littlerain looked over at the two, blinking. " well then, shall we go to the stream? " batears would nod, and walk into the wheat. he was expecting the two to follow.

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Ashclover shot after him an indignant look, muttering to Littlerain as he vanished into the wheat. "Well how was I supposed to know anyone lived there? Everything smells unfamiliar!"

[a ghost!]

littlerain tilted her head to the side, giving the cat a clueless smile. " er, you've never smelt cats before? we've been all over the field, I wonder if we smell different- " she caught herself before she had trailed off, looking ahead and walking forward. her tail signaled ashclover to follow, and then she disappeared in the wheat alongside batears.