Beyond the Mask [BrindleFrost] (INACTIVE) Jul 4, 2019 22:11:22 GMT -5
Post by Ginger on Jul 4, 2019 22:11:22 GMT -5
Constant chattering. There was absolutely no escape from the hell that Frostjaw was currently suffering through. Deep blue pools stared intensely in the distance, trying to zone out of the squadron of she-cats trying to get his attention. Sparrowpelt, Cardinalfrost, and Snakeflower. Ever so persistent. Question after question they asked him, Frostjaw doing nothing but nodding or shaking his head in response, refusing to look any of them in the eye. That would give them too much satisfaction.
The large warrior despised attention and affection. They were signs of weakness both physically and mentally. A truly strong cat desired no attention nor adoration from others. Yet these weak-willed females wanted both from him. So incredibly shallow. Frostjaw, although incredibly bothered, kept a calm outer shell, his slowly narrowing eyes the only thing betraying his inner feelings. He needed an escape. Anything would do at this point. Please Starclan, get me out of this.
A movement to the right caught the tom's watchful eye. Without turning his head, Frostjaw narrowed in on the slender figure exiting the camp. She moved with an incredible grace, her long tail seemingly billowing behind her. The warrior noticed that she was trying her best to avoid interaction with the clan's guards. Frostjaw only knew of one other Nightclan cat who despised small talk as much as he did: Brindlemask. While he had never interacted with the she-cat, he had been amongst the circles of cats who debated her loyalty to Nightclan. Frostjaw had always scoffed at them: her detachment from such earthly connections surely made her stronger.
Frostjaw longed for any other company besides his current posse of she-cats, but Brindlemask seemed even more interesting than he could have hoped for. It would certainly be better for the clan for two warriors such as ourselves to do something helpful. Without speaking to the three warrioresses, Frostjaw stood up and padded towards the exit of the camp, giving a curt nod to the guards as he left.
Upon emerging out of the tunnel and into the forest, Frostjaw quickly caught sight of Brindlemask's torbie figure. His pace quickened until he had caught up to her, silently looking towards her. "Mind if I join whatever it is you are doing? You seem like an actual productive member of the clan."
Notes: left it super open-ended, so these two can go on whatever adventure you would like!