“Are you the Terrain second-in-command?” squeaked the kitten excitedly. “Like Carma is for us?”
“Tilly!” growled Carma. “Get back here!"
Kitty grinned excitedly. This was better than trying to catch stupid butterflies. "Yes! He is!"
"Kitty!" Basil snarled.
Her ears flattened for a second and she stepped back a little, but she caught the other cat's eye (Tilly?) and stepped forwards again. "Are you really Dew clan?"
She felt something grab her tail and she was painfully dragged back. Basil's sharp teeth pierced her thin tail-skin easily and she cried out. When he released her with a stern glare, she flattened her ears and stepped respectfully away from him, wide eyes just a little afraid.
A sarcastic voice made her look back at the other clan. "You are not at all gentle wih your clan mates. Dew clan is nowhere near as brutal as Terrain."
"Carma, you have no discipline for your young ones, obviously," Basil snarled.
A large, speckled cat came to stand beside Carma. "Problem, Terrain?"
Another large, black one stood on her other side. "Remember, we outnumber you."
A familiar voice - someone from Terrain - sounded from behind Basil and Kitty.
"No, Dew, it is us who outnumber you."
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"It is not us who need the numbers, though," Carma replied, calmly.
"You sound mighty cocky, Carma," another cat hissed.
She smiled. "It is not being cocky if I am certain."
"Stand down," she ordered her clan members. "This is not a request but a order this time. There is no need to fight."
A Terrain clan cat laughed. "Oh really?" He asked.
"Really," Carma snapped. "I am quite concerned over the safety of my clan. Aren't you? Regardless whether we outnumber you or vice versa, there will be injured and I don't care for any of my clan to be hurt. Now we shall both stand down and act reasonably. I hope you are competent enough to see this, Basil."
Hermione, shut your ungodly, lopsided mouth and quit interrupting! 20 points from Gryffindor. You know, for the brightest witch of your age you can sure be a dumba** sometimes. *smiles* 10 points to Dumbledore!
