The Spark of Two Tales

[Carotius]

Twix
Charries involved: Axel, Blueshade, Barkpaw
OOC: Let's get this thread done for the others~

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"What are you doing on MidnightClan territory?"

It was just to be another walk by herself. Blueshade hadn't been granted that much time to chat with Jaystorm for any casual matter as of late - the prolonged season of snow and frosty winds was taking a toll on the Clan, chasing the prey much deeper into their burrows, and for much longer. While Blueshade did have some underlying mutinous plot in her mind, she still had the heart to at least do something for her Clan's survival. After all, what's the point of living if your home's ravaged by some disease, leaving no living cat behind?

The warrior had ceased talking to Iceshade for a long time as well. Ever since the incident where the truth of a litter of half-siblings was made known publicly to MidnightClan, she had technically disowned the silver-grey tom as her father, declaring him a liar and a cheat to the code and to the family. Blueshade had had enough of the mouse-dung toms were stirring up and throwing her way; staying in camp for too long at a time only seemed to remind her of that on a daily basis, and so gave reason to her daily walks along the forest boundaries.

And now here she was, lips curled back to display sharpened teeth, her emerald eyes blazing hostility as she advanced slowly upon her target. "Came here to find out what we do to mangy trespassers, didn't you?"

[Twix]

An orange tabby stood shaking underneath a fierce emerald gaze. He was small, his short legs barely keeping him above the surface of snow. He had wandered out into the forest to find food; having left behind his mother and siblings to attempt survival in the wild. He quickly regretted that choice. After the snow and wind had picked up, he had found himself lost in this unknown territory. "I didn't mean to trespass!" The tom replied quickly, hoping to reason with the blue-grey she-cat. "I just got lost in the snow.. I-I'll leave now." Carefully he began moving backwards and away from her, hoping she would let him go. If it came down to a fight, he'd have no chance.

[Carotius]

Twix

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"I don't think so, mouse-meat," Blueshade hissed, her tail lashing.

Forget her revenge on StormClan for now. Trespassers were equally hated by her if they were annoyances, and with this superbly cruel leaf-bare, no warrior in the right mind would let any outsider take some prey off their territory. The warrior code? Hah, we're to defend our boundaries first! And so, with a snarl, the blue-grey she-cat leapt forward, claws unsheathed.

~~~~~oOo~~~~~

Barkpaw sniffed, trying very hard to catch any sort of scent from the sharpness of the cold air. The brown tom hadn't seen his mentor Pinethroat for most of the season, and to be honest, he'd fallen very behind in training, all because of his stubbornness to speak with Bramblestar; other apprentices would have probably requested for their ceremonies should they happen to be overdue, but noooo, Barkpaw thought it was only courteous to wait for his mentor to get back to him first. Look where that got him. He sighed exasperatedly, remembering how long it took him to even become an apprentice because of his illness.

Finally, a warm scent graced his tongue, causing his green eyes to open wide with excitement. Prey! Barely taking time to think whether it was prey or a passing patrol, the apprentice pushed through the snow with more determination, his almost-grown body keeping itself clear of the snow that was once at his belly about a moon or two ago. Barkpaw's brain quickly had a mental facepalm as he got closer to the source of the scent, remembering that stealth was everything during leaf-bare, and so he slowed down...

but the scent was strangely MidnightClan...with a touch of rogue or loner.

Alarmed, the brown-furred tom dove into the nearest cover he could find, thankful but also resentful for choosing a bramble thicket out of whatever available cover there was. Grumbling quietly, he peered through the brush, hearing a terrifying snarl accompanied by a broken squeak of sorts. Is that a kit?! Green eyes widened in horror as a mass of blue-grey fur tore itself into a helpless kit, thick fur bushed out and bristling akin to a threatened fox.