Partners in Crime (Tagged)

[Lionhearted]

Tagged: ℓυиαя [Arrow] 

Thor strolled along the forest, his golden tail frisking along with the breeze. He welcomed leafbare with open arms; his long fur shielded him against the coldness, and all that was left was the annoying snow. The chilly wind felt nice against his skin, and he tipped his head towards the sky, closing his eyes. 

The only problem was, there was barely any food to eat. He constantly had to steal from those "peaceful loners" and Clan cats, and there had been some success in that. He was glad he didn't have any kits to tend to. 

OOC: Sorry for the suckish post >.< It'll get interesting when he meets her!

[ℓυиαя]

OOC: Don't be silly! Oh, yes it will c: She is a character that is for sure. Mind the long post, I have loads of muse for her :l

There was nothing but white, the snow strewn thickly across the land, driving wildlife into the safety of their burrows and freezing the world as it were. Thin skeletons raised up into a cornflower blue sky and if there had been prey around, it would easily have been recognized by a feline blending in well to the stark landscape. All that gave her away, was the light grey mark on her side, which, if one were to stand on the other side, she would seemingly appear invisible.

As long as she stayed in the snow, that was.

Once she reached the forests, her camouflage fell and she was a sitting target. Good thing she had the teeth and claws to back it up. The usually strong set she cat was slimmer with the arrival of Leafbare, her short fur proving great with motility but a rats behind in terms of warmth. If she kept moving, kept up the pace, got into a few fights; she could stay warm until night fell. Breaking into the forest on silent paws that sunk pockets into the snow, Arrow scanned the area with one eye green and the other blue as a strong scent caught her nose. At first, the idea of it being a clanner appealed to her, so much so that her claws shot out into the snow with a small hiss. A heartbeat later she realized it wasn't, that the scent was rougher, meaner, and one that most likely she resembled.

It were the scent of a cat with few morals, one that wandered and did as they pleased, shed blood as they willed.

One might think this would excited the white feline but instead her top lip curled as she continued on her path. Arrow hated silly chit chat and while she dealt with it when she had to, she preferred to be alone. She craved the quiet that either solitary activity or death would bring. Perhaps that's why when she had been paid a surprise visit from two Sunsetclanner's moons ago, she hadn't hesitated to carve deep scars into the smaller ones face.

Now that's what she dreamed of. Clanners were of no use to her. This approaching rogue however, well. She had no need to harm him unless he pissed her right off. Who knew, perhaps it would be a well awaited brawl. It was a constant war in her head between staying away and causing trouble these days. Plus she had plans didn't she?

Keeping her pace steady, Arrow grew closer until she could see his long fur protecting him from the cold. "Rather stupid to close your eyes out in the open, don't you think?" she said from where the evergreens concealed her. 

[Lionhearted]

He had heard her approaching before she had spoken. 

"Rather stupid to keep your eyes closed out in the open, don't you think?" 

Her scent wafted over his nostrils, and he breathed in, and exhaled, and a great mist of white air blew from his mouth. He smiled at her and tipped his head. 

"I have ears," he said lightly, flicking his tail and sending small specks of snow flying into the air. "It feels good out here-- I'm just enjoying what I have. What are you doing out here, my dear little snow bird?" Thor took a step closer, but his feet were sunk in, hiding the claws that were threatening to unsheathe. She looked somewhat hostile, yet he got the idea that she wasn't stupid. If war wasn't necessary, then neither of them would start it. 

"Have you had good luck with prey?" he continued. "I've been stealing all I could, and I've found prey that I've killed. but the Clanners are everywhere."

[ℓυиαя]

"I have ears." Light and from a tom who knew his abilities.

Watching him from behind what was left of the foliage, Arrow saw his smile but did not return the favour. When you were a rogue, you had no friends and so she was not about to play nice. She owed him nothing and him her. To turn your back on a rogue was asking for death in itself. One like this? You didn't even have to turn your back.

"It feels good out here -- I'm just enjoying what I have. What are you doing out here, my dear little snow bird?" Arrow refrained from rolling her eyes only because she wasn't that petty. Stepping out from behind the shoddy cover, she eyed him with that eerie gaze, one that showered him in disapproval. Snow bird? Who was he calling snow bird?

"Keeping myself occupied," she said because her business didn't concern him. "And I suggest you stop it with the pet names before I change my direction of entertainment." Running her eyes over the tom before her, Arrow's expression grew more disdainful and not any more wary. He was good looking but sorry for him, she didn't partake in such pointless and tedious activities. She had clanners to find - the more the better. Unless he decided to continue on the path he was going and then maybe he would do.

"Have you had good luck with prey?" he continued on with the chit chat. "I've been stealing all I could, and I've found prey that I've killed. but the clanners are everywhere."

"Yes," she said icily. "I know." Actually, this morning she had been lucky enough to encounter one on the shores of Sunsetclan and it was safe to say, she hadn't lasted long. Arrow: ||| Clanners: 0. From up close, it was easy to see faint flecks of blood within her snow white fur which backed up her statement. "Why?" she taunted coldly. "Scared of a few wee clanners are we?"

[Lionhearted]

Thor shrugged nonchalantly, looking unfazed by the thorns she was spitting at him. She wasn't much different from the other she-cats he'd met. I bet she's pretty defensive, too, hehe. "Not really," he said, sitting down to examine his claws. Unsheathing them, he tilted them until the sunlight reflected off of the smooth surface, and he tilted the light casually towards her eyes. "As I said, I've fought them plenty of times. but it doesn't really seem fair to them to fight for the prey all the time, hm? I'd rather hunt my own food and enjoy the fruits of labor. I mean, if you're depending on the Clans all the time, that's pretty low, right?"

Flicking his tail, he took a step closer. "And a pretty she-cat like you-- can you hunt well, snow bird? You aren't just all looks and words, I take it?" tilting his head, he looked into her eyes. "My, you sure are pretty," he said again, weaving around her. "We could do better as a team, don't you think?"

[ℓυиαя]

"Not really, as I said, I've fought them plenty of times. but it doesn't really seem fair to them to fight for the prey all the time, hm? I'd rather hunt my own food and enjoy the fruits of labor. I mean, if you're depending on the Clans all the time, that's pretty low, right?" 

The light he deliberately shone in her eyes did not go unnoticed and the snow white she cat narrowed her eyes on him more, if at all possible, yet they were not to stray from his eyes. Her fighters body was primed, ready to at a moments notice defend herself, or more likely, to attack him without another word. Lean muscle coiled underneath her wintry pelt and she seemed to reek of experience, backed up by the speckling of blood on her pelt. "It's not low, they deserve it," she cut back, wondering what tree this moron fell out of. A laugh which could have been attractive if not for the danger and maliciousness that shot from it, left her as she continued. "Why would I hunt myself when I can both eat and watch them starve?" 

A large paw crunched through the snow, bringing him a step closer to her. Despite his size advantage over her, the feline remained still, not breaking back or racing forward as the distance was closed.

"And a pretty she-cat like you-- can you hunt well, snow bird? You aren't just all looks and words, I take it? My, you sure are pretty. We could do better as a team, don't you think?"

He circled her slowly and her eyes tracked him, feeling his presence at her back before he came into view once more. but it wasn't him cutting behind her that set her teeth on edge, but the sweet cunning that dripped off his tongue. Who did he think she were? Another desperate and lonely rogue in search of a strong, protective tom? She could handle herself, thank you very much. "Clearly I do perfectly well and the last thing I need is a clumsy tom like you stepping on my tail." Eyes flashed with a icy fire. "Why, mousebrain? Need some help?"