Payback Is A Bitch. [Closed] Jan 26, 2015 23:47:35 GMT -5
Post by Insidious on Jan 26, 2015 23:47:35 GMT -5
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His large paws were just on the edge of NightClan’s territory, eyes a pair of dark slits as he scanned their side of the border, finding that the recent quiet, despite events that had occurred, was eerie. Although he could go the rest of his days without finding himself in the company of a NightClan cat again, he ached for the chance to take his stilled anger out on an unsuspecting victim. A lot of his more . . . notorious qualities had since left him in the aftermath of becoming RainClan’s leader, having stepped up to the position as benevolently as he could muster, but some things were incapable of being changed. He had always had a particularly vindictive soul, so it was difficult for him to stop living in the past when the past concerned unfinished business, or strikes against RainClan. He could avenge the lives that had been taken from their Clan; he was a good leader, surely, but a strong-willed one, and there was no mistaking the glint in his aggressive, grayish-green eyes, searching for an opportunity to claim an eye for an eye regardless of how high it would make the price later on.
RainClan and NightClan could be on the verge of war, prepared to attack if one more life was lost, and still he would slit the throat of anyone that happened upon him untimely.
Looking over his broad shoulders briefly, he glimpsed Rippletail and Vultureback in his shadow, the two felines that had been elected to accompany him for this border patrol. Everything thus far had been disdainfully quiet. He was prepared to give the signal, gesturing with a quick motioning of his head that they turn around and make their way back towards camp, until a familiar stench infected his nasal cavities, causing him to pause in the midst of pivoting so that he might chance another look inside of NightClan’s skeletal territory. Razorstar was unnervingly still, not bothering to draw the attention of Rippletail or Vultureback into the territories of their newest enemy as well, for he was of the belief that they would be able to understand that a potential threat was nearby without his having to announce it. He did not want to risk losing anymore of his warriors to a fight, especially one of the same severity as the last - over a misunderstanding at best - but, nonetheless, he refused to back down from a challenge. If they happened upon a NightClan patrol, then he would maintain peace until the moment that something was said to aggravate him beyond the point of repair. Then, there would be nothing left to stop him from unsheathing his claws and ensuring that NightClan did not leave without one less cat at their side, alive and well. He could only hope that Rippletail and Vultureback would be equally as keen to get their claws bloodied.
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