Posts by Thrushfur

Name: Mistrise
Rank: Loner

"Great. Just great. Of course I had to be the one to do it." Serpentheart growled to herself. The large, speckled, grey warrior was not a very cheery cat as a rule, and the task ahead of her did not make things better. It was hot, and sticky, and her path would lead her down by the cliff, the hottest and stickiest part on the edge of Shadowclan's territory. "Curse you, Brackenstar!!! Why couldn't you have sent Foxfur? Or Brownclaw? Why me?" Not many cats liked Serpentheart--who was often bad-tempered and cynical--but she was an efficient, ruthless fighter. There were actually rumors that she had been raised and trained by warriors from the Place of No Stars, so merciless was her nature.

But of course, that was ridiculous...

Flies buzzing around her head, she shouldered her way through a clump of ferns and stopped. The scrubby clearing around the base of the cliff reeked of death. And... dog? Cautiously, she approached a body, lying in the clearing. Her hackles raised. This was all wrong. There were no dogs in Shadowclan territory! What was one doing here? Investigating further, she pushed her nose into the dog's fur and sniffed. Windclan! Her eyes narrowed and she withdrew, scanning her surroundings...there! A smudge of brown fur was trotting swiftly out onto the plain bordering Windclan territory. Away from the dog.

Moving silently, she loped after the stranger. As the distance between them closed, the Shadowclan cat felt herself slip into her fighting mode. Her target became clearer, her claws extended, and her pace quickened. NOW!!! With a terrible snarl, the warrior launched herself into the air and crashed down onto the stranger, pressing him into the dust. She glared down at him. "Now," Serpentheart hissed, "what are you doing here?"

ooc: Really great description of your cat's vision. I love your writing!

Traits: I am a a soft-coated he-wolf with mysterious eyes and a half-length tail. I'm lazy, taking any excuse to sleep in and avoid my duties, but I honour and respect my elders, always.

History: I came here from a fallen pack.

Serpentheart hissed uncertainly and backed away. Where did all these cats come from? Were they following her? The dead dog still burned in her memory. "All right..." she growled, "Let's calm down now. I am trespassing, but I have a reason! A Windclanner-" she paused, wondering if this was the right choice, "A windclanner has stolen one of our kits!"

The Shadowclan warrior glared at Sunfang. "Thanks for those scratches, kittypet! And," she added, "I will go to your camp. I have every right to be here! It's Brackenstar's kit, after all." She was just babbling, she knew. The strange Windclan tom... well, there was something very weird about him. Did he know something the rest of them didn't? "Besides, shouldn't we be worrying about that dog over there? I've never seen one around Shadowclan, at least. Whatever-whoever-killed it could be a threat to all of us." She rounded on the Windclan cats. "If you have any information, spit it out."

Snakeheart didn't really expect answers. The dead canine, the Windclan tom's presence at the body--
Something clicked. "Hey," she growled, turning to him, "when you ran off, you were heading AWAY from the Windclan camp. Why would you do that, huh?" She was bluffing. Her anger was just a disguise, now. She was surrounded, outmatched, and there was more than one hostile star directed at her.

"Fine." Serpentheart meowed grudgingly. "I'll stop." She sensed she was losing ground. "Didn't you hear? Jabberjaw was killed a few days ago. He was out leading a patrol and just disappeared. We found him the next day. Dead as a mouse in the freshkill pile. No one knows why." In her mind, she glared hotly at the anonymous cat. How did he know so much about the African wild dog's murder? And Sunfang was playing along as well.

Traits: I am a a long furred she-wolf with exotic-looking eyes that are slightly crossed. I'm lazy, taking any excuse to sleep in and avoid my duties, but I never tell a lie.

History: I came here from a fallen pack.