Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2013 1:19:17 GMT -5
It was quite, too quite. Odd enough to make anycat stop and check their surrounding, having it odd that not even the smallest prey was making any noise. A breeze moved, but it was hot and humid as he brushed past the leaves and grass, carrying the mixed scents of Treeclan and Nightclan. The dried ground was cracked and held molds of pawsteps that had traveled through it when the snow had left the territories flooded and muddy. Birds sat in the trees, but their beadly little eyes just watched, as if they could fortell something bad was about to happen, that no-one knew but them.
Bright amber eye gleamed in a patch of grass on the Treeclan side of the border, ginger and white fur hidden among the shade that the trees casted overhead. A tail flickered as a couple of cats behind the tom stayed down, waiting for the Treeclan warrior to make the signal to attack. The tom's eyes watched the broad shouldered tom of Nightclan stalk for prey past his border. Narrowing his orbs slightly he flickered his tail, two cats darting past him towards Blackwolf, the tom in question on Treeclan territory at the moment, hunting what rightfully belonged to the tom and his clanmates.
Adderstrike sat back with a different warrior, waiting for the other two to beat down Blackwolf before he and his hidden clanmate decided to jump the arrogant tom. Maybe teach him a lesson or two before they sent him back to his clan with a limp and a bloody face. The ginger and white tom's muscles rippled under his pelt as his claws slid out from his paws, ripping against the ground. He couldn't wait to sink them into Blackwolf's fur to rip it completly off. His tongue flashed out to lick against his muzzle, tail swinging behind him.
The black she-cat slipped through the undergrowth of Nightclan's territory, her black fur blending her into the shadows with ease as she looked for some prey to take back to her clan. Her tail wavered behind her like a snake through the grass as she came apon a mouse searching for food under a fallen leaf. Her pale blue eyes narrowed into slits as she tip toed forwards to sneak up on the prey. With a swift and agile leap, Ghostlight made sure that the mouse was dead within her paws before lifting her head.
Her ears swirvled as she caught the sound of a far away yowl. Treeclan maybe? Perhaps they were training cats or the wind carried their sounds as they were having a border skirmish with a different clan. She went back to looking for prey, as well as a spot to bury the mouse she had caught before she stopped abuptly.
That tom was always near the Treeclan border, and recently he had been hunting on their side, stealing prey and just causeing havoc. Maybe the tree dweling cats had caught him and were beating him down. A growl rose in her throat as she was not only mad at her insufferable clanmate, but also that he might be alone and it was up to her to save his dumb butt from dying.