ooc, lets pretend this is somewhat in the future where everyone's wounds are somewhat healed from the war :^)
the empress slithered within the empty clearing, long tail flicking harshly behind a massive vessel consumed by a plethora of scratches and scars, her gnarled wounds nearly healed now as new flesh covered broken tissue. crimson blood far cleaned from her lean body, she'd never been so blood-free in the past few moons, i mean my goodness, even the wicked woman's claws were a great owl ivory that shimmered ever so softly within the late afternoon and start of evening light where the sun's complexion was dim, though the air was colder. "thunderclan, sparring session!" came cougar's words gnarled and ripping they were as ivory incisors glittered under her lips.
she sat down in silence, jaws clenched at first before she lifted them, features raised to the dimming blue sky above where she inhaled softly before reaching down once more to survey the camp's clearing. battle moves were to be kept fresh, it one wasted away like a kittypet they'd be just as useless as one. couldn't have that, could they? besides, peachmoon's omen was ominous, it could have meant anything but she knew one thing was clear. blood and battle. the very idea sent a sly smile to cross her lips before it vanished. stupid cougar, she couldn't think that way anymore, the best she could do was prepare them for the worst.