Infernostripe's got style! (open to all :))

Infernostripe nodded with agreement. "I'll go get her, again." he said casually. He flicked his tail then bounded off to the Medicine cat.

Infernostripe trotted gracefully back with Waterleaf, the medicine cat, behind him. Waterleaf had catmint in her mouth and slipped inside the nursery. He flexed his muscles and claws then look at Pearlfur. "I hope he gets better," Infernostripe sighed. "I'm just glad Starclan is sparring him with us!"

Infernostripe stretched, his fur glistening.

Infernostripe rumbled a purr, a smile touching his lips. He licked her back, his tongue gliding roughly, yet softly over her glistening white head.

Infernostripe purred loudly and then padded to the fresh kill pile. He rummaged through it, humming a tune. His eyes lit up as he found a fat shrew and he plucked it with his teeth. Infernostripe padded to the warriors den and then sat down. He neatly folded his tail around his paws and motioned Pearlfur to sit by him with his muzzle.

Infernostripe's eyes showed no emotion, fore he was a hard cat to read. His smooth tail traced her spine then flicked her ear playfully. Infernostripe looked up at her and pushed the shrew towards her. "Hungry?" he said gingerly.

Infernostripe smiled back and took a bite as well. "You can have the rest," he mumbled. "I'm not that, hungry anyways." Infernostripe began to groom himself.

Infernostripe looked up and saw the sun setting. Most of the warriors crawled into the dens. He looked at Pearlfur and asked smoothly, "Do you want do go into the warriors den now?"

Infernostripe just shrugged and slipped into the den. He curled into a tiny ball and closed his green eyes.

Infernostripe woke up with a yawn as light crept to his face, greeting him. He smiled softly and stretched, light dancing on his dark fur. Infernostripe blinked the sleep from his emerald eyes and squeezed out of the warriors den. Infernostripe fluffed up his fur as a sharp, cold wind nipped across the clearing. Good thing I'm a long haired cat! he thought grimly to himself. Infernostripe began to groom his black and orange fur until it was slick and shining. He pranced to the gorse tunnel and slipped through it, picking off a thorn that grasped to his fur. He washed that area and then flexed his muscles. Infernostripe dashed through the trees, feeling the wind grasp hungrily at his jet black fur. He slowed to a stop and leaped on a tree, gliding up it with ease. Infernostripe rested on a branch and blinked slowly, waiting for his opportunity.