Originally Posted by Empress Of Evil (Post 237923) A large muscled warrior padded through the territory, his golden hues looking around curiously. The sky was bright with hardly any clouds in it and birds chirping softly in the distance. It was overall a beautiful day and Lionfrost had decided to come out and just enjoy it all. He didn't plan on hunting. Not now anyway, perhaps later. After all, what kind of a warrior would that make him if he didn't contribute to his clan despite having spent so much time in the territory? Not a very good one that's for sure. The warrior doubted that there were going to be many threats in the territory today. ShadowClan kepts its border well guarded and they made sure everyone knew not to cross it. Some cat's just didn't listen though. Foxes didn't either. But if a fox really did come along, he could beat it up with his moons of experience. However, from what he had heard at the gathering, that group of evil cats had been stirring up trouble with SkyClan. What was their name again? Wasn't it something like the Dusk Syndicate? Yes, he was pretty sure that that was their name. Lionfrost had heard some of the things that they did to other cats. Horrid things. He would never admit it, but Lionfrost doubted that he would ever want to come across one of those cats. They didn't seem like the type to come and settle down for a nice conversation. The warrior himself loved to chat with others. The only problem was that he could never seem to find someone to talk with. Having been born a loner, it seemed that that was something that would fade away. Once a loner, always a loner. That was something he had heard one of his kithood bullies say before. It saddened him to know that not many liked him, but he managed to see past it and appreciate what he had. Like Ivybreeze. His mate was one of those cats who could always brighten up his day. Another thing that always brightened him up was nature. He loved nature and he especially loved seeing it in a time of beautiful weather. Looking around, Lionfrost could tell that new-leaf was doing it's job, for flowers were blooming and leaves were growing. This was what he loved about living as a wild cat. He would never even dream of wanting to become a kittypet. Being a kittypet sounded horrible and Lionfrost didn't like thinking about what it was like to be one. @Suspiciousmindz

Here she was again. Doing the work of a clan cat. Why did she obey the orders from a cat she'd never met? It was a strange thing coming from the slender grey she-cat. The only time she ever listened to anyone was when she had to get down and bloody for them. Oh well. There was some type of fun out of these 'missions'. Besides, it kept her skills sharp so when it really counted, she was always ready.

As the scents wavered around her as her slender body maneuvered through the changing undergrowth, she managed to pinpoint one scent in particular and trace it. She was in the midst of tracking. The alabaster staining her pelt seemed to melt with her grey fur as she slid shadow to shadow beneath the thinning trees. The ground beneath her paws was starting to become marshier, though covered in pine needles. It was slightly uncomfortable under-paw, but being stoic, she didn't muster a grunt. Her head was held low to the ground, however her stunning amber hues were watching the forest around her, insuring no one saw her. Her paw steps were light as feathers even at the pace she moved. What name suited such a stealthy cat? Oh, it was none other than Blade.

Finally, she stumbled across the cat she was looking for. He was aimlessly around the territory, clearing thinking to himself. This gave Blade the element of surprise. Quietly, she sneaked around the larger tom. She knew her odds of over-powering him were slim. He was quite the sight to her being that she was lithe, more for stealth and speed than strength. Nonetheless, she was a force to reckon with. Once behind the Shadowclan warrior, Blade inched her way forward, staying low and deadly silent as if she were stalking a mouse. Her amber hues were locked solely on the warrior's shoulders, imagining a plan once she was close enough to strike. The moment came closer and closer. Excitement tingled beneath her pelt and yet she still managed to hold such a tense stance. Now. Blade released the tension that was building up in her back legs, sending her through the air, aiming for the space between his shoulder blades in her plan to make a clean slice to his throat.