((Ayy phone post))

The brawny warrior had been on-edge since his previous border interaction. His guard had become excessively high, and his temper was beginning to flare more more usual, so much that ThunderClan probably swore that he was turning into a fire element. And interaction...it felt like it'd only piss him off more. Nobody understood the gravity of the situation like he did.

A cat not from here? That was unacceptable. That was a threat.

Hawktalon did not like change, nor did he like the ignorance that his clanmates seemed to feed to the situation. This was a matter of great importance- what else was out there? What thread could it possibly pose to the (finally) stable place he called home? Worse yet...what if DarkClan was plotting something? What if this wasn't a coincidence?

To avoid socialization and having cats frown upon his perfectly reasonable concerns, Hawktalon volunteered to guard camp. He had stood like a grim gargoyle, hunched over with his broad shoulders flexed, and his expression as stoic as ever. But his paranoid thoughts continued to haunt him, and his desire to obsessively protect the borders was as rampant as ever. And suddenly, he could no longer sit still. He needed to check them again, once more...

Even if "once more" was never enough to calm his nerve.

He rose from his position and stiffly ventured deeper into the territory, biting his lip bitterly as he silently muttered curses under his breath. He'd get to the bottom of this. He'd prove his worth, prove his loyalty, and he'd rid Thunderclan of yet another undesirable threat. Hawktalon was so consumed by his dark thoughts that the sound of an unfamiliar voice caught him off guard.

Nonsensical babble to his ears, spoken in a tongue foreign to him.

The thick fur of the dark warrior instantly spiked at the venomous challenge, reminded of the fugitive that Windclan was secretly harboring. This one had to be the same...and this time, he wouldn't let those disgraceful outsiders penitrate the Clans. Hawktalon strode forward with power and confidence, his lips peeled back to reveal an unwelcoming snarl.

"Let's make this simple and have you kindly exit my land, and never set foot in it ever again. Otherwise, I'll reduce you to nothing more than a pile of greasy fur and poor judgment." The tabby warrior spoke with equally potent venom, the winds howling around him as his inner vexation rocketed. "I've met one of you before, and that one will be the last one. Get out- out, or your miserable hide will forever be apart of his land after I bury you in it."

The dark fur, the sharp eyes...it reminded him all too much of his sister. And it only irritated Hawktalon further.

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The way this cat spoke was almost as mind-boggling as the previous. The exposure to something different made the tom's defenses continue to build themselves up. New was different, new was dangerous- Ravenstar had been something different, and her "different" had cost ThunderClan greatly. Although the stranger seemed keen on avoiding conflict, Hawktalon was far from permitting his guard to come down. The dark tabby kept his posture stiff, his muscles tensed, and his hackles bristling. "Because the fresh borders don't scream 'no trespassing'." The feline responded in a grim and dangerous tone. "You sure are 'just passing through' awfully close to our camp. And that's something I won't tolerate."

The eye contact he provided- it was intense. It seemed as if the stoic warrior refused to even blink, eyes glued to hers to ensure that she made no sudden or suspicious movements. Anything her perceived as a threat wouldn't be taken lightly. He would not hesitate to blast this molly up into the atmosphere.

Was that a glint of recognition in her eyes? Perhaps it was the conspiracies screaming in the back of the warrior's mind, but the stranger seemed to react to his mention of another. It made Hawktalon all the more suspicious. As the black-coated outsider continued on with what seemed like gobbledygook, the defensive feline remained tense. "I am not here to make idle chit-chat." The words came terse and sharp. "I don't know what the hell you think you're doing 'waltzing' through ThunderClan territory, but I'm not allowing it. I don't want your 'hospitality'."

Hawktalon wanted to drive this cat out, but that tiny voice in his head was not allowing him to do so. That good warrior within him, that perfect apprentice of warrior-version Lynxstar...it reminded him that valuable information could be present. This cat knew something about the weirdo Hawktalon had intercepted on the border. Escorting the foreigner to camp would be a risky move, and something that didn't settle with him.

But the opportunity to prove himself a warrior better than the others....
He could redeem the dignity his sister had stolen from him.

The others didn't see it, but he did. Something was up, something wasn't right. And if he caught it when all others thought his supsicions were codswallop? Starclan- they'd be at his paws, begging for his foregiveness! "You are not allowed to hunt on ThunderClan territory." Hawktalon snarled at her prosposition, briefly stealing a glance at camp. "You are a trespasser, and therefore you will be interrogated by our leader. If you are perceived as a threat...I will personally see to tearing you to smithereens. Understood?"

Already he had come behind the stranger, using a large shoulder to usher her along in the direction of camp. "At this moment, I am taking you as prisoner of ThunderClan until your fate is determined. May Lynxstar have mercy on your soul. StarClan knows I wouldn't."

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