Meeting, Danger!

[Cloverleaf]

Falcon looked at her sister as she was speaking, nodding feebly in agreement. "I think she under estimates us as it is." Falcon hissed, picking her head up from the ground. "You aren't hurt very badly are you?" Falcon mewed, concern flooding in her amber eyes. Wolf appeared with cobwebs, which she was gratefull for, but she wanted to be alone with her sister. "Shouldn't you be hunting?" She mewed with the slightest hint of a snarl.

[Saberclaw]

Talon nodded her agreement. "Not very badly," she meowed dismissively. She wasn't concerned about herself, just her sister.

"I've enough time to do as I please," Wolf tossed over his shoulder before he disappeared once more. He wouldn't be seen as an insignificant piece in their idea and he would make sure of that.

Talon rolled her eyes, flexing her claws. "Rip his ears of when your better," she suggested, the slightest hint of amusement in her voice at the thought. She ignored the cobwebs, her gaze travelling towards where Cloverleaf disappeared to. She pricked her ears as an idea occured to her. She glanced at Falcon, her tail curling with excitement. "Perhaps we should strike off her father?" she suggested, her voice low enough so only Falcon would hear, should any other cats be listening. "He can barely lift a paw as it is so what if we kill him? She would probably thing it was that fleabag who did it, if we can make it look convincing," she hissed, her mind quickening with the idea. "And if not not, we can wait because he's sure to cause more trouble!"

[Cloverleaf]

"Of course I will." Falcon growled, glaring at the tom. She licked her chest fur a few more times, giving thought to the matter of Saberclaw. "Perhaps we should. It would be wise. Then Cloverleaf would have no one left to trust except for us and Silverheart." She mewed. She picked up a forepaw and began to clean off the blood with short, quick stokes of her tongue. "Or we could just wound him and frame the Clan cats. Especially those two toms." She muttered, her eyes filling with hatred.

[Saberclaw]

Talon was tempted to fluff her fur up with excitement but she had to control herself. She simply nodded calmly, however her eyes were lit up at such an idea. "It would work quite well seeing as rogues are entitled to enter the camp at any time," she hissed knowing well that they were allowed. She might have been a loner but she could just as easily get information from a mouse as much as fox when it came to the clans, most all cats simply let the information pour out of their mouths like a steadily flowing wound.
"We'll work slowly though, we don't want anyone to see us..." she paused. "Except for one of those apprentices, or both. Perhaps by accident they bowl into Saberclaw or attack him instead of one of us," she snickered, kneading the ground with her paws. She hadn't been this excited since she was a kit!