((Yeah, like Windclan. Only there are a lot more tunnelers. My idea was that since their territory is burnt down, they moved their camp underground.))
=Foxtrap=
Foxtrap nodded in agreement, quickly digging up his mice and carrying them by tail. The three made their way through the frigid night, their pawsteps printed in the damp dirt beneath them. With his mouth occupied by five mice, Foxtrap was silent the whole way back.
After tossing his mice into the freshkill pile, the tom yawned with his eyes glazed over with weariness. He shook himself, bits of wood and dirt flying off his pelt. He made a note to himself to take a dip in the pond or something... Well, actually, the Gathering was only a day away. The smell and the dirt might help when I'm doing any sneaking around... If Thornpaw or Liontuft looked close enough, behind the sleepy green orbs was that same dangerous look from before. He bid goodnight to his two companions before retreating to the warriors den, where he fell asleep plotting his plan of "attack" for the night of the Gathering.
*Oddstar*
Oddstar didn't hold back her look of disgust toward the flame-furred rogue beneath her. She was used to cats that could scale trees several foxlengths high... This tom simply threw himself upon the trunk without hope of getting a kitten's breath closer to where she sat. Suppose I can't expect much more from some rogue. The thing that unnerved her was this creature's insane grin. She didn't want to know what he was thinking.
Her bi-colored eyes narrowed, staring down her nose at him. He seemed to be waiting for her to come down, but she saw no reason to at this moment.
"I'm going to give you a choice." She raised her head slightly, nose pointing away from where the camp was, "You can walk away from here, unscathed, and go hunt somewhere else." Oddstar looked back down, expression unchanged, but her tone becoming darker. "Or if you don't, I have a whole group of warriors that will tear you apart piece by piece if you so much as scratch me or another Leafclan cat." She lifted a dainty paw, licking it complacently for a moment and rubbing it behind her ear. "What'll it be? I haven't got all moon-high, rogue."
||Whisperstep||
Darkness. And yet she could feel and see everything around her. Specifically, she could feel the vibrations of a fight above her, and hear yowls, hisses. She twisted the muscles of her body to fit the hidden path, her paws spreading the earth apart and pulling her forward. Whisperstep crawled as fast as the tunnel allowed her to, the vibrations becoming clearer as she neared the scene of the fight.
Right, left. Right, left, and then suddenly her left paw pushes up a pile of leaves and is enveloped in cold night air. She breathes in, careful not to gasp for air because someone might hear her. That's the only thing she really has to hide herself, because there's nothing to hide behind, really. Burnt forest and all. Luckily, the two cats are so involved in their quarrel that they've barely noticed the she-cat.
Whisperstep's eyes widen as she realizes that it's her leader fighting a rogue, and that's when she blows her cover, "Blizzardstar!"
She bounds forward and steps in between them, hackles raised, but she hardly looks intimidating. She may hate conflict, but abandoning ones leader...That is simply unforgivable. She stands her ground.
