"I'm not going to kill you" he chuckled, reaching forward to take the collar in his teeth. With a few tugs it released from her neck and he fell back a bit, dropping the collar at her paws. "I hope you like getting muddy" he chuckled, his tail tip flicking intently.
Once she got over the shock of having a collar she had worn from birth ripped from her neck in two seconds, she glanced up, eyes glimmering with amusement. "Why, is your territory a swamp?" Cinnamon asked, a light teasing tinge creeping into her meow.
He chuckled, taking a scoop of mud in his paw and slapping it on her pelt. "No, but you reek of kittypet and I am not about to let you enter my forest smelling like that!"
Cinnamon fought the urge to shake off the mud, wrinkling her nose. "Must you really do that?" She complained. "It's like walking around drenched to the bone."
"It will dry" he chuckled, spreading it out. "You smell too much like a twoleg, the mud will help mask that smell a bit more. Unless of course you'd prefer dung?" He suggested with a grin
Cinnamon's reaction was immediate, and, she had to admit, quite amusing for any other cat. "No thanks!" She said hastily. "Mud is fine! Slightly uncomfortable, but fine!!"
Rushpaw laughed, "Exactly what I said!" When he finished layering some mud on her he looked in the direction of his clan. "Hopefully that will cover it up a bit more...we just gotta be sneaky"
"No clan does. But yeah...they are rather against them. I don't really see why. We're all just cats" he shrugged, "some just choose to have an easy lifestyle with humans...some prefer the wilds. I don't fault anyone for that"
"...ah. But you don't seem that bad..." Cinnamon craned her neck as a small habitable spot with scattered bushes and ferns came into view. "Is that your camp?"