He wasn't supposed to be outside of pack lands on his own yet, not for another season at least. But he had seen a strange little creature inside pack lands, and when he went to investigate the creature had darted off beyond pack lands. Tyto gave chase, rocketing across the snow until he was in the woods beyond the border. He slowed when he reached the towering trees and lost sight of the little ginger beast, however, and was confused as to where it had gone. He glanced around, the fur on his scarred back shivering in anticipation. He felt like he was being watched, and when he looked up towards the branches he spotted the ginger creature staring back at him. He figured out it was a cat of some sort, but a lot smaller than the cats some of his pack mates had. He squinted at it, a low growl bubbling up in his throat. "Hey you! Get down here so I can beat your ass for trespassing!" He called out. The ginger tom growled back and hissed at him, but it didn't look as intimidated as he had hoped. Before he knew it, the fur on the back of his neck prickled and when he looked around, he realized he was surrounded. There were cats in the trees. Cats on the ground. They were everywhere! He backed up a step as he glanced over his shoulder to see one of the cats stalking closer. Whirling around, he barked at it to try and force it to back up, but it didn't even seem scared of him at all.

With his attention on the brindle cat now in front of him, he didn't notice another approaching from behind until the feeling of claws raking across his hind leg caused him to yelp and pull his legs closer to him. What the ever loving fuck!? He was trapped, and he wasn't sure how to get out of here without fighting. Of course, he had no problem fighting them, but the problem was there were too many. They formed a circle around him, and even the ones in the trees looked ready to pounce. He wasn't going to go down without a fight. "Come and get me you little furballs!"

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Theta had maintained her dislike of the north and had taken to hanging around outside of pack lands as much as she could, at least then she didn’t have to see the small gremlins that were being called her siblings. She still went back every now and then as was required, but she preferred her solitude.

Theta had been sitting in the midst of the trees as she spotted her brother getting surrounded by what looked to be a horde of small cats. She wasn’t sure what he’d done to anger them, but she’d been out here for a while and hadn’t encountered any of the small creatures. Standing up to get a better look she couldn’t help but stifle a laugh at the sight of her brother’s idiocy. Unsure if she should help him or not Theta had settled on watching the madness unfold before one of the cats had wandered over to where she was, it didn’t do anything to her but she back kicked it the face anyways. If any more of them were going to come over to her anyways she might as well take it on at the source.

Theta started to walk over to her brother as she called out “Need some help?” with a sly tone in her voice she added the word “Idiot.” One of the cats in the trees leaped onto her back as two of the ground cats came over to try and scratch at her chest and forelegs. She attempted to bat them away with her front paws and shake the other one off of her back. The one on her back had gotten ahold of the skin between her shoulder blades which made it that much harder to make it let go.

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He growled as he looked left and right and up and everywhere. Wherever he looked, there was a cat. Cats in the trees. On rocks. On the ground. And then there was...Theta. Dammit! What was she doing here!? She was the last person he wanted around and yet, here she was. "Need some help?" His ears flattened as he was about to snark back at her, but then a cat fell on his back hissing and spitting at the same time Theta was being attacked. He didn't miss her calling him an idiot though, and as he whirled around, he grabbed the cat by its tail and he threw the little bastard as hard as he could straight at his sister. He didn't care if it hit her or not, but he was hoping it would. "Looks like you're the idiot needing help!" He exclaimed as he fended off another cat that had tried to sneak up on him. Maybe the cats would be useful to put her in her place and shove her ass in the snow where she belonged. She always thought she was better, but truth was (and the way he saw it), she was the worst out of the litter. And not in a good way. She had a bad attitude and a holier than thou vibe that made her feel like she was somehow better than everyone, but she wasn't. He'd see to it that she knew that, too. Consequences be damned!

She may have beaten him once out of luck and her cheating, but he'd be sure to put her in her place soon enough. Focused more on the cats, however, Tyto charged the brindle cat that had been advancing on him, forcing the feline to skitter back. It lashed out at him as it did so, its claws scratching across his sensitive nose which only served to anger him. He rushed the cat, deciding he wasn't going to let it get away with that and as it turned around to flee, he gave chase. Tyto's paws pounded the ground as he caught up, teeth snatching the cat up by the spine. He shook it as hard as he could until he heard and felt a snap and it went limp in his jaws. Tasting the blood of his first victory, he glanced over at Theta to see how she was doing. Not that he would help her unless he absolutely had to. So for now, he'd wait and see how this played out.

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Her first instinct had been to shove the cats to the side and move to help her brother. However she had failed to consider the cats attacking her as well. Moving to save her own hide before anyone else’s she began kicking cats in the jaws and snapping at them with her teeth. The one her brother threw her way ended its journey just short of her face making her dodge slightly to the left before grabbing it with her own toothy maw. Not holding back on the force she felt the metallic taste of blood fill her mouth, coating her taste buds. She found that she enjoyed the taste, not enough to actively seek it out, but enough to revel in the taste when she came upon it.

Spitting the weakened body of the cat out she shot back at her brother “You assume I would accept it, have I ever wanted help?” If Theta accepted help it was rare, chances were she’d be old, dying, and still insisting on doing everything herself.

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"You assume I would accept it, have I ever wanted help?" He shrugged, not really caring for her show of pride. "Have it your way, just don't come cryin' when you get your ass handed to you one day," There was no shame in asking for help. He had on more than on occasion when he had gotten in over his head. He could learn to work with others and be a team player. That's what being in a pack was about. But she, apparently, didn't understand that concept or just didn't care because she was a selfish entitled brat! Whatever, if she wanted to be on her own then who was he to care? Sister or not, he wasn't gonna stick his neck out for someone so ungrateful.

A cat leaped at him and Tyto rushed to headbutt it. He felt claws grabbing for the fur on his neck but he flung it at his sister again before he could grab a hold. If she wanted to act tough then she could deal with these vermin. If she tried to claim he was doing it on purpose, he'd deny it. The Praetor boy turned on his heel, back turned to her as he fought off another cat. This time, he didn't wait for it to come to him. Instead, he charged it and knocked it onto the ground where he could stand over it. It kicked with its hind legs, it's back claws raking against his tail as he tucked it to protect his belly. He lunged for its chest, ignoring the stining pain as it batted at his ears and head. The boy nipped and bit at it, pulling tufts of fur before finally, the cat twisted away and darted off.

It seemed the rest of them thought twice about continuing to fight. They backed away from the Male and eventually darted off into the forest but not before shooting angry glares and hisses at him. He had fought most of them, which he was pleased about because it meant he could shove it in her face whenever he could. There was one cat left tangling with his sister though, and he waltzed over to grab it by the scruff and flung it as hard as he could. With a smug look, he turned to her. "Guess that's that. Too bad you didn't fight as many as I did, guess that means I'm better than you." He smirked at her before turning away to head back home. He had a nice big bone waiting for him, and he was eager to get back and gnaw on it.

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