Lost At Home [Assignment / Open]

[Petrichor]

You're tryin' to figure out
How to sleep at night.
And this city is casting doubt
Which one of me is right?

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][bg=829B9E] It was not Cloudfrost's day. After a particularly infuriating conversation with her leader over her "anarchy", she had decided to go take her anger out on some badger at the edge of the territory. And then, of course, the blasted thing ran over into SkyClan territory, and Cloudfrost, angry and kind of sadistic, followed. Only when the creature was dead did Cloudfrost realize that a storm was coming, and that there was no way she would make it all the way back to her own territory, much less camp, before the storm reached its peak. And so Cloudfrost was forced to huddle like a stereotypical coward while the storm began to rage, lightning flashing occasionally in the distance. "Wow. I don't think this could possibly get any worse," Cloudfrost wisely decided to comment. As soon as she'd uttered the words, she scented a SkyClan cat scambling near her hiding spot, no doubt attempting to find shelter. Cloudfrost sunk deeper into the abandoned fox burrow she had taken shelter in, but she knew that the other cat would be able to smell the mix of ShadowClan and blood on her, and readied her claws for a fight. "Stop hiding, coward!" Cloudfrost yelled to the wind. "Fear the might that is ShadowClan!" With a twinge of annoyance, Cloudfrost realized her voice had deepened in anger, making her sound like a tom. Oh well. It would make her more intimidating anyway.