The Assassin Begins (FrostSoul, Open)

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    OOC: Could she not see him at first, then he gives a couple cuts and scratches, then she fights back, and he loses, and she keeps him prisoner for a day or so, then exiled?



    BIC:



    BlackForest Bpunded into camp, afraid he didn't have enough time to pick a plot and cat. He saw an apprentace padding out of CrystalStar's den, thats when the plan hit. He padded over to her den slowly, like nothing was wrong. "CrystalStar. I have bad news!" He meowed from outside her den, then invited himself in. "It's a bager, I saw it when I was out hunting." He meowed, flexing and unflexing his claws out.



    OOC: He thinks he ate DeathBerries so he wants to do everything he's ever wanted to do, and one of those was kill a cat, so he's going to try her. He didn't eat DeathBerries though.

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    OOC: What do you mean she doesn't see him? You mean a surprise attack? Sure.


    Crystalstar felt she may have a bit of time to herself now. Maybe she'd be able to snatch a few minutes with her kits and mate. Usually it wasn't so difficult to, but everything was becoming so hectic it wasn't even funny. Just as she was collecting herself to go to the nursery, her name was called from outside the den. Sighing, the leader turned a weary glance toward the entrance. "What is it?" she asked softly, listening as the warrior explained. A badger? Of course...it couldn't be something simple. "Where did you see it?"

    OOC: Great! Thanks!




    BIC:


    BlackForest thought for a moment. "Er....in Tall Pines. It was wondering towards the Tree Cut Place. I thought we could have a patrol of some sort to check it out, maybe even kill it." He meowed, licking his lips thinking of the word "kill" made him want to sink his fangs into her neck at this very moment. He could almost feel the blood of his first, and last, murder sliding down his throat. "So. How are the kits?" He asked, trying to think of something to occupy her as he thought of a plan.

    Crystalstar flicked her ear, padded out away from her den. "Tallpines? Figures.." a soft sigh escaped her jaws. It just had to be in the place where her enemies held. It should technically be ThunderClan territory..."I may as well go check it out now, you'll have to show me where. The kits? Oh, they're all doing fine. Rambunctious little things, for sure." the leader mewed, brightening up at the prospect of her beloved kits. A tiny smile spread across her jaw. Nothing seemed all the wrong, maybe this situation could be dealt with quickly?

    BlackForest nodded. "Thats fine with me, I'll be able to find it, my scent was left there recently." He meowed, taking the leader in front of his leader.




    BIC: Sorry, I'm eating dinner. :P

    "Sure, sure.." Crystalstar murmured, her mind already on what to do. She, herself, would not be able to chase a full grown badger out of ThunderClan territory. With Blackforest's help it was still a daunting task. For now, she would have to gauge just where it was and how dangerous it was to them. Then she'd collect a patrol to help her chase the beast away.

    BlackForest ran bounded up the ravine, not knowing how much longer he had to live, he just wanted to get it over with. He stopped and turned to see CrystalStar a little behind. "Sorry. I just want to find it before dark. I'm not quite sure if it's in the same place, so this could take a while. We could stop and hunt a little, the fresh~kill pile is low." He meowed, still waiting for her to catch up, he pricked his ears for any scutter of leaves that coukd send off a alarm of prey.

    Crystalstar cast a curious gaze at the tom before her, it was unusual for a warrior to suggest hunting under these circumstances. Were they not busy trying to do something else? Something a little bit more important than filling the fresh-kill? That could easily be arranged when they returned. Biting back her rising paranoia, the leader quickened her pace to match the stride of the tom. "You can hunt if you so desire to, but we should find this badger."