Maybe Red's Like Roses [open]

Finally! Finally he was out of that confined space that his brothers called a "camp." While it may have been true that it was safe, what was the point of safety if there was always danger? It seemed like a lie to him ; to be honest, he was surprised that he left unnoticed. Actually, that rather made him angry. His strides turned quickly into stomps as he walked around the territory of WindClan, his face twisted into that as if he had been forced to smell rotting crowfood. "Ah! This is ridiculous!" He hissed, jumping up only to bring his claws slashing down onto a poor, unsuspecting tree. This seemed to allow him to gain a bit more composure over himself - just a quick tid-bit of violence, and everything was solved.

He smiled at the fact that he triumphed over his anger - and in turn, he felt like he gained a little bit of independence. Did he really need this Clan? The thought had traveled with him all morning, and even now. However, he was cut short by a yowl of pain. He dropped low to the ground, though it could be assured by almost anyone that it was a sloppy position. Despite this, he began to stalk towards the source of the pained scream.

And, he was actually very surprised as to what he found - a rogue. Or, was he a loner? Peeking out from behind the tree, he felt his heart drop down to his stomach at the site. The cat was dirtied, and looked like he was wounded. Maybe not very, but enough to keep him down. Where was his attackers? He wondered the question for a moment, but no more.

Stepping out from behind the tree, he stood there, about ten fox tails away from the wounded male. "T-this is..." He paused ; unsheathing his claws, he puffed out his chest and looked down towards Will. With an air of confidence surrounding him, he spoke a bit louder. "This is WindClan territory. Who are you, and what purpose do you have here?" He questioned. He was small, even for an apprentice, but maybe the other cat would think he was a Warrior of WindClan. He prayed to StarClan in his head that that would be the case. He tried to remain calm as his eyes traced over the wounded tom cat, stepping just an inch closer. "Do---Do you need help?"

This guy - a rogue attacked him? Or did something else attack him? Why would a rogue just let someone walk off free? There's not many places he could have came from. Blurrypaw thought, his eyes clouded for a moment - until Will took a step forward. Letting out a deep hiss, he arched his back just slightly ; with his fur sticking up, he narrowed his eyes on the target.

He would be an easy target, what with the infestation of rogues here lately. Maybe Redstar would appreciate if I brought him bac-- no, I doubt it. "D-d-don't move another kitstep closer, or I swear to StarClan!" He meowed. He knew he wasn't threatening, and that's what made it better. With Will's cough, he quickly began to scan his body. "W-WindClan territory is clearly marked, a-and if you were looking for help, you've come to the wrong place!" He paused - maybe this rogue could be of help to him.


Maybe he could help the tom. He didn't seem like he was dangerous, so... "What hurt you?" Blurrypaw asked. He sat there, giving off a false quiver of fear in front of the tom. While he wasn't too sure if the rogue was telling the truth, he did know that Will was injured - but to what degree? Even an apprentice probably couldn't take on a loner - injured or not. Stepping a bit closer, he squeaked his faux thoughts. "L-loner!" He yelped. "I-I'll help you, but you'll have to help me in turn." 

Blurrypaw wasn't entirely sure if he even knew what he wanted if he did help this rogue, but it was always good to have people in your debt. "My name is Blurrypaw. I-I'll lead you through WindClan territory, b-but you have to answer a few things first..." He began to think a bit more deeply - if he could get this rogue to trust him, what exactly could Blurrypaw do? What was there to gain? Would it be more useful just to injure him more and pull him back to the Clan, or to help him in his travel to the Twolegplace? 

Blurrypaw shut his eyes for a moment in though, before quickly opening them up. "B-before we go, m-m-my name is Blurry-" He hesitated. "Blurrypaw." That's right - get the rogue to feel comfortable with him. Get the rogue to feel comfortable with a kit. "N-now don't try anything funny.. Even if you're fast, with those wounds, I'd have my patrol here faster than you can ask for a poppy-seed!" He threatened, though he shook intensely while saying it. "A-although I ran off without them.. O-oh no, if they find me they might make me an apprentice forever!" He cried ; however, behind this sadness laid his master plan - and in his mind, a devious grin.