Post by Carotius on Nov 3, 2015 22:34:01 GMT -5
Heron
OOC: Gotta assume the attack on LeafClan is finished. It's been a few moons from last they met owo
Seasons passed in the blink of an eye. The Clans were greeted with various turmoils of their own - more missing cats, more trespassers, more prey-stealing, more deaths...and none of it had his claw imprinted anywhere. It had all been their own undoing since his major attack that one snowy day. Scarred muzzle contorted into a grin, remembering the taste of blood seeping between his teeth as he bit down on his opponents. Brown eyes glowing with pleasure as he surveyed the fields, the tall grass dancing lazily in the warm breeze.
Today, he was to put on the persona of his former self. He was to act as the loner named Jacque, whose siblings were adopted and raised within the ranks of the tree-climbing LeafClan; these things were all true, but were being used as manipulative tools to reap a certain...result from an unsuspecting warrior of the Clan. Muscles rippled beneath his silver pelt as he flexed his foreclaws, digging them deep into the earth impatiently. One would think his paws were unwashed after romping around in dried mud. Those who do think so were wrong, for all four of his paws were, in fact, a strange grey-brown accented onto his silver fur. These paws were deadly, very much known to the inhabitants of Twolegplace.
Varuin sat in wait, tabby tail curled loosely around his paws as he continued to watch for movement. The next phase of his plan took a little longer to execute, mostly due to disturbances in the territories, and the flitting appearances of Tiger in odd locations at odd timings. Last the rogue heard, the younger rogue intruded into the Clans' sacred Gathering. Not like it mattered. Things were going his way, at the very least.
OOC: Gotta assume the attack on LeafClan is finished. It's been a few moons from last they met owo
Seasons passed in the blink of an eye. The Clans were greeted with various turmoils of their own - more missing cats, more trespassers, more prey-stealing, more deaths...and none of it had his claw imprinted anywhere. It had all been their own undoing since his major attack that one snowy day. Scarred muzzle contorted into a grin, remembering the taste of blood seeping between his teeth as he bit down on his opponents. Brown eyes glowing with pleasure as he surveyed the fields, the tall grass dancing lazily in the warm breeze.
Today, he was to put on the persona of his former self. He was to act as the loner named Jacque, whose siblings were adopted and raised within the ranks of the tree-climbing LeafClan; these things were all true, but were being used as manipulative tools to reap a certain...result from an unsuspecting warrior of the Clan. Muscles rippled beneath his silver pelt as he flexed his foreclaws, digging them deep into the earth impatiently. One would think his paws were unwashed after romping around in dried mud. Those who do think so were wrong, for all four of his paws were, in fact, a strange grey-brown accented onto his silver fur. These paws were deadly, very much known to the inhabitants of Twolegplace.
Varuin sat in wait, tabby tail curled loosely around his paws as he continued to watch for movement. The next phase of his plan took a little longer to execute, mostly due to disturbances in the territories, and the flitting appearances of Tiger in odd locations at odd timings. Last the rogue heard, the younger rogue intruded into the Clans' sacred Gathering. Not like it mattered. Things were going his way, at the very least.
