((YAY! New charries! Wrenflight is so pwitty!
Dat animation of Redear :3 Can't wait to see when its finished U_U
Ahmaigad Im so proud ;_; My first long post in ages.))
"Oh dear, quite a temper." The ocelot responded, causing Ivorythorn to draw back as if she'd been burned.
"You should know that better than anyone," The silver tabby hissed, a malignant glare present in her eyes. "If you we're hoping for a chat, than you are sorely mistaken." Normally, the young false deity would give her foe the chance to scurry away before anything got too bad, but it was obvious that Leopardpaw was all too smug to back away now. It was apparent that if Leopardpaw wanted to gain leadership over all of the clans, then she would have to get past Stormclan, and most of all Ivorythorn. Their last battle in Nightclan had been a draw, and it seemed that Leopardpaw wanted to settle it once and for all.
"If you wish to play a game...Then lets begin."
She began to circle her opponent as if she were prey, her good eye taking in all exposed weak spots and dictating which one to strike first. ((Gosh these two are just bundles of drama. This is sort of a spur of the moment idea, but I was thinking of making an AMV of Red and Ivory to a vocaloid song *shrug*))
Riverstorm smirked feverishly at the slow sadistic murdering of Facilier, the tom that had once threatened his mate and clan. Just another enemy down, after all. Not much to celebrate about, but despite this Riverstorm let out a caterwaul of victory that sent any lingering rogues away from the territory as fast and far as their legs could bring them.
"A fine kill," Ravensong marveled. Riverstorm's eyes sparkled in pure delight, purring in agreement. It soon faded though, as he realized there was still business to deal with. As Redear's deputy, he'd deal with the remaining Nightclan and Creekclan cats and let her have her fun with what was left of Facilier's corpse.
Riverstorm was never one to sugarcoat things, so when he approached Fireblaze, Tinytiger, and Silverheart, eyes blazing and fur bristling, he made it clear that he was most certainly NOT pleased with them being here. "I want you and your forsaken offspring out of here as quickly as possible." He spat bluntly. Most of the anger was directed at Fireblaze. The blue tabby didn't even acknowledge the fact that these cats had helped in the rogue battle. In his own narrow mind, it was all Redear's doing that they had even won.
Foxpaw didn't stick around to watch Redear finish off Facilier. He had come here to retrieve Lionpaw and Leopardpaw, and at the moment both of them were missing. He hoped that they hadn't been injured during the battle or led away somehow while he wasn't watching... The orange tabby slipped away from his parents eyes, knowing that he'd get in very bad trouble when he got back. All that mattered now was that he found his sisters. As he ventured further into Stormclan territory though, he started to regret this decision. The place seemed to be cloaked in darkness and not to mention chilled him to the bone. His ear flicked as he caught a piece of a conversation. His heart jumped up in his throat, barely able to contain his panic and excitement.
Ivorythorn.
He crept forward, his belly brushing the snow dusted ground, navy blue eyes narrowed. Peering through a gap in the brush, he saw Leopardpaw standing there while Ivorythorn circled her like a wolf around a helpless sheep. Except Leopardpaw didn't look helpless, returning Ivorythorn's burning gaze with a confident one. 'What's going on?' He asked himself, blinking at the seemingly cryptic conversation the two she-cats were having. It was almost like most of it was just in their heads...
Q coughed, thoughts muddled and floating around his head in a confusing flurry. Was Lionpaw alright? What was all the yowling about? Why hadn't the whole of Stormclan returned yet? It would have been nice to know something about this whole ordeal. Hell, even if that something was that Redear was going to give him a thorough beatdown for helping the prisoner escape. How he hated to not know. Like they say, curiosity killed the cat. At last he caught something, a scent that smelled vaguely like Riverstorm's, which in turn smelled vaguely like Paletail's, which made him pay extra attention. He scrambled up the steep sides of the rothole to see if he could hear anything, but all he could hear was soft labored pants. Through the overwhelming smell of the rothole, he could make out a trace of fear scent. He'd never really made Riverstorm out to be a particularly fearful beast, so he was now quite confused. Confused, and also more curious than ever. He needed to know. The somali tom curled up at the bottom of the rothole, savoring every muscle of strength he had and launched himself into the air. Q managed to grapple with the very edge and pull himself up, making tiny wincing noises as he did. Spending days doing nothing in a hole in the ground tends to make yourself grow unfit. He shook himself off, nose twitching as he searched around for whoever was out here. He caught a flash of calico fur and green orbs. "Paletail?" He asked tentatively. The she-cat let out a gasp and froze in her spot, pulling a look that a deer in the headlights would give. "Er..." The tom continued uncertainly, moving closer to examine the fragile creature in front of him.
The calico's eye grew even wider, if possible, and she edged back.
Surely this timid cat could not be Paletail. No. Not at all...
Songfeather forced her breathing to slow, hoping the tears on her cheeks had dried into her fur. This tom seemed like he was a loner, and hadn't shown any signs of hostility yet, but she had seen the shadow of disappointment that passed his face. He tried to move closer again, but upon seeing her tense, he stopped short as if any sudden movements would send her scurrying. "What worries you, she-cat? You look troubled." Came his soft voice. A short sob escaped from her throat. "Who are you?" She asked. "And where am I?"
"Ah. Lost, that must be it. I am Q, and you are in Stormclan."
