Post by lightning on Nov 17, 2022 10:45:27 GMT -6
War was brewing - Mallowfrost could feel it in the air. But then again, it felt as though it were on the horizon constantly. The air felt electric with static - like when Mallowfrost brushed against the pelts in the warrior den and her fur stood on end. All of RedwoodClan could feel the hot breaths of LichenClan on their pelts, and all knew that, if they did not strike first, they would doom to suffer another loss after pathetic loss.
This time, Mallowfrost would not be sidelined. She would be on that battlefield defending her clan and proving herself as the deputy's daughter once and for all.
It was this thirst that called her to the border to stare out at the other side, catching the visage of birch trees in the distance beyond the redwood graveyard. This electricity that burned through the moonlit air left her fur standing on end. It all made sense when she noticed the scent of another cat: a stink of fish and lake water. Her nose wrinkled instinctively, her lip curling to push the disgusting smell from her nose. LichenClan.
She crouched down and slid back into the low brush and ferns, blue-green eyes drawn into slits. Then, she saw her, a large and imposing LichenClanner so different from the ratty, scraggly ones that LichenClan was known for. Her entire body felt tense as she stayed still, watching the she-cat meander down the border line, eyes occasionally flashing in the dim silver light as she glanced to the redwood graveyard beyond the RedwoodClan border. As she drew near, Mallowfrost's eyes grew wide and tight, her claws drawing from their sheathes. She recognized that description well. Smoked black and grey fur, eyes green as lamb's ear, muscular body shifting with each step. She noticed the crook to her jaw, the deep gash on her chest, and she knew.
You are the one that killed my sister. You are the one that killed my father.
She leaped from the brush, landing squarely on the precipice of the border with a growl. "You!" She barked, drawing the enemy's attention. "You're Sagefrost!"
She knew her name too, from Sedgeshadow who so shared her pelt. And yet, Sedgeshadow seemed to hide from the knowledge of her look-alike, barely muttering the name at all. It doesn't matter. She had decided, Who cares how Sedgeshadow feels about her clanmate. She stood straight and stared, body stiff and hackles risen high as she awaited a response. For if this was Sagefrost, she would now have a name to a description to a face. She would now know who it was she was destined to kill.
This time, Mallowfrost would not be sidelined. She would be on that battlefield defending her clan and proving herself as the deputy's daughter once and for all.
It was this thirst that called her to the border to stare out at the other side, catching the visage of birch trees in the distance beyond the redwood graveyard. This electricity that burned through the moonlit air left her fur standing on end. It all made sense when she noticed the scent of another cat: a stink of fish and lake water. Her nose wrinkled instinctively, her lip curling to push the disgusting smell from her nose. LichenClan.
She crouched down and slid back into the low brush and ferns, blue-green eyes drawn into slits. Then, she saw her, a large and imposing LichenClanner so different from the ratty, scraggly ones that LichenClan was known for. Her entire body felt tense as she stayed still, watching the she-cat meander down the border line, eyes occasionally flashing in the dim silver light as she glanced to the redwood graveyard beyond the RedwoodClan border. As she drew near, Mallowfrost's eyes grew wide and tight, her claws drawing from their sheathes. She recognized that description well. Smoked black and grey fur, eyes green as lamb's ear, muscular body shifting with each step. She noticed the crook to her jaw, the deep gash on her chest, and she knew.
You are the one that killed my sister. You are the one that killed my father.
She leaped from the brush, landing squarely on the precipice of the border with a growl. "You!" She barked, drawing the enemy's attention. "You're Sagefrost!"
She knew her name too, from Sedgeshadow who so shared her pelt. And yet, Sedgeshadow seemed to hide from the knowledge of her look-alike, barely muttering the name at all. It doesn't matter. She had decided, Who cares how Sedgeshadow feels about her clanmate. She stood straight and stared, body stiff and hackles risen high as she awaited a response. For if this was Sagefrost, she would now have a name to a description to a face. She would now know who it was she was destined to kill.
