(Attempting to revive roleplay)

Hypothermia
Before he was able to jump atop the mouse, he paused at the sound of someone's conversation. The mouse had heard it as well, and scurried off quickly as soon as it saw Pother. He let out a grumble before standing up. I thought that there was no one else here. On top of being loud, they also made me lose my meal, within the territory I know I marked today. Why is it always so hard to find some peace and quiet? Pother grumbled to himself as he made his way to the two talking cats.

"Is it possible that anyone can be as loud as the two of you?" He asked, pushing his way through a bush. "Not to mention you scared away my meal."

(Ah, thank you)

Wisteria pricked her ears and turned to glance at the new stranger. She looked from one to the other, brows furrowed. What is they're working together to... to attack me?! I can't fight...!

"I'm very sorry about your meal," Wisty murmured under her breath. "Here - take mine..." She nudged her rabbit forward with her nose, then crouching in submission. He's obviously larger than me. He could take me down in a single blow, if he wanted to.

Pother's tail flicked. "I don't take things from other cats." He stated, refusing the rabbit. "What I would like is for you two to take your conversation away from my territory. It isn't even that big, just what I need to survive. It would have to expand if some cats just scare all of the food away." His eyes had shifted over to Flare. He wasn't liking the vibe he was getting from that cat. It was quite the opposite of him, something loud and rambunctious, instead of quiet and calm. Pother was anxious to get the two out of his small territory more than ever.

Wisteria flattened her ears. "No need to be so hostile," she hissed quietly. "I'll be on my way." With that, the she-cat whipped around and galloped out of there. "Jerk-face," she muttered once out of earshot.

Soon the small cat realized she'd left her rabbit. She shook out her fur, disappointed in herself. I'll get another one.

Knowing she couldn't be harmed, Wisteria crawled into a thorn bush. She flicked her tail and the bush spread apart, creating a small done with the stem in the center. A hole formed and vines spread across the surface of the den, covering the entrance so only the cat inside could see it. Wisteria dug at the bottom around the roots and pillar, the bottom growing shallow. Once she had finished, moss grew across it, forming the most perfect den a cat could wish for. A small stream wormed its way in through the side and pooled around the stem.

She sighed and lay down, staring out the vine curtain.

(Hope that's visual enough >.<)

Thunders ears flicked, hearing cats talk. She quickly finished her meal and trotted in the direction. She was easily distracted by a mouse and struck it by lightning, killing it, and picked it up in her jaws. She then continued to where she had heard the cats talking.

Boulder heard conversation, and saw a grey cat talking to a small brown cat, who was cowering. The small at shot off, leaving the rabbit at its feet behind. However, rather than take the rabbit, the grey cat left it. Boulder picked the rabbit up with his tail, and followed the trail of the smaller cat's scent. Soon, he came upon a thorny bush, and realized the smell of the cat was coming from inside. He set the rabbit down, and covered his tail with stones. He lifted the thorns, and saw the small cat lying in a bed of moss. He set the rabbit beside her, and laid down, looking at the she-cat.

An unfamiliar sent washed over Wisteria. She abruptly jerked her head up and flicked her ears back, breath hitching in her throat. Her head swarmed. I should've masked my scent. I knew this would happen. I have to be confident... The small she-cat jumped to her paws and pinpointed her stare to the stranger with the stone tail.

"W-who are you?" Wisteria's voice cracked."Why are you here? And why did y-you bring this?" She nudged the rabbit with her front paw, belly growling hungrily.

Wisteria straightened up, trying not to let her fear show through fake confidence.

Boulder
"I'm Boulder. I saw you leave the rabbit behind when that grey cat was talking down to you, and when he didn't take it, I figured I'd bring the rabbit to you. You looked hungry," Boulder said gently.

Wisteria cringed and mentally facepalmed herself. Of course her mistakes led the stranger here.

"That's very nice of you..." She mewed quietly. "Do... do you happen to know who that was? I'm just curious, that's all," she added quickly.

Pricking her ears back up, Wisteria relaxed. This cat seemed nice. Hopefully he proved her right.

"I really don't know who that was. What's your name?" Boulder purred.