| Silverlark |
Shadow Fiend - Inactive | Just a Scratch - Active | Beefed Up [Tier 3] - Active
Separating into their individual patrols, rounded ears perked up as a warrior approached him, sparking some curiosity in the muscular warrior's eye. Of course, the gray enforcer knew of Slytiger. He'd seen the cat around camp. Had seen him participate in a few battles, too, yep! Good tom, good tom, mmmhmmm. The tabby only spoke a single word, but it was enough to crack an enthusiastic grin on his white tipped muzzle, teeth gleaming in the sunlight. Partners in crime as they heroically swept through the hoards of minks waiting for them? Yep, this Slytiger was definitely his kinda cat!
"Yep yep! We'll give 'em the ol' one two. Won't even see it coming until they dead on the ground, mmmhmm. Well... guess they won't see it then though, right?" Silverlark responded in a chipper tone, his nose wrinkling in deep thought as he realized how silly his words had been before letting escape a booming laugh.
Battle was what this feline was built for. From his bulky musculature to his movements it was clear that brute strength was where the silver throated tom excelled. His nonchalance in the face of danger merely cemented this, giving an air of overconfidence where in reality there was only a willingness to be useful. Helpful. Times of peace were to be striven for. It was where the clan did best, of course. But it wasn't where he did. He had to sit still. Be a good soldier and await until there were more commands to kill shouted about once more. That there were no victims to be had today, no potential for a miscommunication resulting in the death of innocent felines merely elevated his mood. Nothing but clear cut villains to be struck down to make life for the clans safe again.
The order came far too slowly for Silverlark's taste, but when it did, the tom's happy go lucky demeanor instantly changed. Fur stood on end as his eyes gleamed with a vicious, feral streak, a roar of battle escaping him as he chanced a glance at Slytiger, a nod to let him know he was charging ahead. Leaping forward, he trusted the tabby to keep up. Strong as he was, the dark warrior had never been the fastest. Coordination was never sacrificed for his physique, but whether he liked it or not, his bulk was more than that of most cats his size. He'd made up for his average height - a tiny cat, really, when compared to ShadowClan's giants - by overbuilding, and forgotten what he was giving up until it was too late. Gratefully, there were so many enemies here in this explosion of noise and fur that speed would be of little consequence today, his claws instantly meeting a mink's open maw, crushing down at the surprised creature even as it tried to bite down before he dipped his head, ignoring the mink that had clambered over him and dug into the side of his neck as the life left the eyes of the first.
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Ian [Slytiger]
| Got us charging in, but let me know if you want me to edit something! I need Silverlark to be wounded enough that he eventually goes unconscious from blood loss, so feel free to have minks really digging into him if you want. 
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