[Ghost the Undead Goddess]

Cobrashadow

Beware the Coiled Snake

You got your rules and your religion

All designed to keep you safe

But when rules start getting broken

You start questionin' your faith

---

The strong winds blowing down from the mountains pressed against the flank of the spotted warrior as he made his way through Stoneclan's barren like territory, his black coated sister and gray striped apprentice following along beside him as they made their way towards the Moss Meadow for some hunting. Normally the tempermental tom would have been fine with just he and the young apprentice, but ever since Kestrelclaw and Dawnpaw had been attacked by a pair of young eagles... Well, having Viperstrike around was probably a good idea.

Adderstone would have been his first pick, both he and his similarly looking brother were a rather good team when it came to taking down larger birds, but it seemed he had been preoccupied with a patrol by the time the more aggressive of the two was ready to head out for some hunting. Though, with all this wind coming with the change of the seasons, the green eyed tomcat wasn't entirely sure how much they'd be able to find.

A shadow fell over the path in-front of Cobrashadow's wide paws, causing the warrior to pause as he lifted his head to let his fierce gaze scan the blue sky. Far above them was the small form of a bird, though it wasn't circling yet. Instead, it seemed to be battling against the blowing element while trying to make it's way over the mountainous side of the valley. He gave a flicker of his tail to catch Viperstrike's attention, who's blazing green pools had already been narrowed upon the feathered creature.

"Keep your eyes open." Cobrashadow said in his gruff tone, that smirk ever present upon his slightly crooked jaw. He was mostly talking to Viperstrike, but he let his own green gaze slide over to where Pigeonpaw was near his side. The last thing he needed was for another Stoneclan apprentice to return to the camp as bird fodder, he was sure the Medicine Cats would have his tail for such a thing. The thought caused an ear to twitch.

"Eyes open and claws sharp." Viperstrike spoke in a sharp tone as her claws slid from black paws, tail flickering behind her in a serpent like motion. Her gaze remained on the silhouette of the bird for a moment longer before turning to hold Cobrashadow's own similar gaze, sharing a look. "Try not to die." She said nonchalantly with a smirk as she parted from the pair to find a spot to camp out, to stay hidden while keeping an eye on her brother and his apprentice as well as they sky in case some winged predator decided it was hungry for cat.

Cobrashadow rolled his eyes as his black coated sister as she clambered over the sparse rocks and boulders to find an appropriate hiding spot. Returning his attention to Pigeonpaw, the golden and spotted tomcat flicked his tail towards the edge of the Moss Meadow just pawsteps away. The young tabby had been an apprentice for four moons now and it seemed that hunting was his forte. Despite fighting being the older tom's favorite he did have a good paw when it came to snagging prey.

Another gust of wind brought a mixture of scents as it bustled past, "Try and catch as much as you can. Keep yourself downwind so your scent doesn't travel." Cobrashadow spoke again in that gruff tone of his, green pools unreadable as he flicked his tail once more. Leaf-fall was slowly making it's way to the valley, and gathering prey for the fresh-kill pile was a good place to start. Perhaps if they were lucky they could bring back a hawk or something, if it made the stupid decision to swoop down at them.

---

I have a voice that is my savior

Hates to love and loves to hate

I have a voice that has the knowledge

And the power to rule your fate

677 Words || @pigeon

[Deleted]

Pigeonpaw had been bouncing along keeping pace with his powerful mentor and his very slightly intimidating sister, it had been hard with the strong winds pushing him back, he wasn’t the strongest of cats.

The small group had been on their way to hunt in the moss meadow, an exciting prospect for the young Tom, any opportunity to show off his skills was good for him, the thing that didn’t exactly make him jump with joy was the amount of predatory birds that had been spotted. Which was why Cobrashadow had opted to bring more than just two cats along on the hunting trip.

As though his thoughts were being listened to, his mentor stopped and moved his ever-harsh green gaze towards the sky, The grey tabby quickly did the same and let his yellow orbs take in the mountainside. His eyes soon landed on a bird battling the aggressive winds, if this hadn’t made the apprentice nervous on it’s own the reactions of the warriors he was accompanying definitely did. Following the orders of the older cats he kept his eyes plastered to the sky and claws unsheathed.

“That’s really helpful, very inspiring.” The apprentice trailed off as Viperstrike slithered away into the bushes. He didn’t want to die and Viperstrike didn’t need to say it. Thankfully they had arrived at the dense moss meadow and Cobrashadow motioned for Pigeonpaw to follow. He quickly caught up with the spotted warrior and headed into the moss. Accompanying a strong breeze the scent of different prey littering the area overtook his senses.

“I will.” Pigeonpaw knew it was probably best to follow and agree with his gruff mentor even if he already knew what he was doing. It was true that they had to catch prey for the fresh-kill pile, to keep the clan fed as leaf-fall crept in and colder temperatures froze the mountains. He paused a moment and considered what to say before his mentor took off.

“Uh, Cobrashadow? Do you think that hawk will be any trouble, I mean, the biggest bird I’ve ever had to fight was like, a sparrow!”

He joked to hide his worry as he looked up at his mentor. Soon enough they were making their way through the dense moss and Pigeonpaws eyes were darting around in search for prey. His ears perked up as he thought he heard a mouse or other small creature scuttering around. Instead of worrying about the bird he’d rather catch prey.