Dog's Lost His Lead [Assignment/Open]

[Mama Oak]

frosttalon, the sleaze
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Frosttalon sprinted through the territory in what could only be described as blind pursuit; his vision blurring in-and-out of focus. The tom's mind thundered with rage and determination, sight flickering red as his paws ate up the shore and his body cut swiftly through the pebbly fields. The scent of rogue was still fresh, and beneath that the unmistakable stench of fear. The fear, he knew, came from the three kittens those flea-bitten, sorry-excuses for fur had stolen from the nursery.

Not just any kittens, but his kittens.

The warrior's white pelt was riddled with scattered lines of crimson, but he no longer felt the thin trickling of blood seeping from his wounds. The marks the small band of rogues had managed to inflict on him in camp would be returned ten-fold, as soon as he could sink his claws into their dirty, mangy pelts. No other thought found purchase in Frosttalon's mind — as vain as he was, there was no concern for the battle-ragged mess that was his usually-flawless appearance. Not a single care was given to the unattractive way fury hardened the icy pools of his light-blue gaze. Nothing mattered but his kittens. That they were safe. And that those rogues regretted ever taking them.

Back in camp, a second before the despaired cry of Silverclaw had fallen on his ears, Frosttalon had no idea how much he cared for his young ones. But as soon as the frenzied gaze of that beautiful queen who had once been his mate captured his own, and she wailed that their kittens were gone, he had launched into action. The victorious glory he had felt at fighting off the rogue attack had fallen away immediately, to be replaced by a fierce concern the tom had not known he was capable of.

He had raced from camp without waiting for a patrol to form. And now he would not give pause until he saw his children safely back to their mother. When Silverclaw's eyes had met his across camp, they had not been the gray-green depths of disdainful contempt that she oft regarded him with, but the pleading gaze of a terrified queen, appealing helplessly to the father of her kittens. In that single fraction of a moment, the RiverClan tom had been reminded of the days they had spent together, when he had let her believe he loved her. He couldn't let her down.

So caught in his anger, Frosttalon could no longer account for how far or long he had run. The pounding of blood in his ears gave little room for much thought and he was no longer even certain he was still on the rogues' trail. In fact, he was no longer certain he was in RiverClan territory! Just as he began to slow his pace to sniff around, however, his long, slender body collided with another's. Whirling away, white fur bristling as he released a warning hiss, Frosttalon turned his cold, anger-hardened eyes on the other feline. "Dirty rogue!" He screeched instinctively, leaping at the other cat with claws unsheathed. Vision still tinted red, senses a blur of detached sounds and scents, he didn't even realize the cat beneath him was not a rogue. Or that he had just attacked another clan cat on their own territory.

Frosttalon was frenzied and no logic or recognition seemed to find place in his roaring mind. He pinned the disgusting rogue down, claws sinking into the other's shoulders, and bent his neck, fur bristling, to sneer in the other's face. "Where. Are. They?"

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Words: 594
Tagged: Any cat of any clan.
Post Scriptum: Geez, this is such a cruddy post. But I'm posting it anyway, because it won't get any better. xD

[~XxSnakethxX~]

Stormstar hissed furiously as a RiverClan cat jumped on him, and hissed in his face. He lifted one back paw and rested it on the white tom's belly. He kicked at the tom's white belly, but was going easy on the tom. There was no need to cause unneeded bloodshed.

"I don't know what you mean," the ShadowClan leader growled. "Who are they? In case you hadn't noticed, I'm not a rogue and I don't know what you're snarling about. I'm sorry for trespassing, but my Clan's kits have been stolen. I was following the rogues' scent trail. Now, if you could get off of me, I'd appreciate that."

[Mama Oak]

frosttalon, the sleaze
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In his state of blinded rage, Frosttalon didn't even feel the tom's back-legs tearing (with mercy) through his long, soft belly fur. Frenzied saliva gathered at the corners of his maw, still pulled upward in a fierce snarl, and it took a long moment for the other's words to register in his blurred and clouded mind. When they did, however, and the face of the pinned cat beneath him came into clear focus and aligned itself with some buried recognition, Frosttalon stepped off the ShadowClan leader. But the dangerous scowl was still upon his lips, and his claws remained unsheathed.

"It appears, then, we're looking for the same flea-bitten pieces of fox-dung. RiverClan kittens have been stolen too, my kittens." Frosttalon whirled upon Stormstar. "When I find them, I flay them, and you stay out of my way." It was a demand that brooked no argument, and definitely not a manner in which a warrior might address the leader of a rival clan, but Frosttalon — in his red-tinted moment of hot-blooded fury — couldn't give two fish-spines whether or not he was utilizing a proper code of conduct. Not when his kittens were being carried off by dirty, filthy rogues.

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Words: 201
Tagged: Stormstar/Snakey, Open
Status: Open!
Post Scriptum: So, Frosty might have some "berserker" blood in him. I really like that idea.

[~XxSnakethxX~]

It took a bit, but finally the white RiverClan tom managed to realize that, in all his fury, Stormstar was not a rogue and stepped off. However, that menacing snarl still remained. Stormstar got to his paws, shooting a look at the RiverClan warrior. When the warrior spoke, the ShadowClan leader decided to quietly ignore the fact that the tom was speaking as though he was an apprentice, or a fellow warrior. If what he said was true and it had been his kits stolen, then he was probably going to lose his fur with worry if they weren't found soon.

"Alright, then. You can get your paws dirty with blood, if that's how you want to do it. The kittens stolen from my Clan weren't mine, so I don't know how you feel. Just be careful with the way you speak to a leader. Next time I might not be so forgiving of the way you speak," he growled. Sniffing at the ground, he began to to try and find the scent trail once more. Scuffling with the tom had not been the best idea, but then, he hadn't wanted a scuffle. He only wanted to find his Clan's kits and go home.

[harmiie]

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    'No, you don't,' she thought, refraining from speaking up against the leader herself, his comment irking her. 'The complete dread of losing a child, you really have no idea how horrible it is.' The kits that had been stolen had not even belonged to her, and yet she near still felt the same sense of terror and urgency. With a sharp pang in her heart, she remembered how her only kitten had lain in her paws, gone without a chance from the world. She tried to imagine if her little one had lived, if he had grown to purr and walk and laugh; only then to be stolen, StarClan only knowing where they could have gone or what could have happened to them. Lost.

    She could hardly blame for the RiverClan warrior reacting the way that he did.

    The warrior flicked her tail as Stormstar tried to pick up the train, the shape of the two cats a fuzzy blur in her eyes. It was for her eyes to see in this light, but she had yet to lose the trail of the filthy rouge that made off with their kits. "The trail led from our camp to here." The she-cat stepped forward, explaining to the white tom.  "If the trails met here, then their camp must be nearby." Lichenwhisker narrowed her clouded green eyes.

    She gritted her teeth and pushed forward, sticking her face in Frosttalon's, though she still couldn't see him clearly. "So, if you would please get the bees out of your brain for a few heartbeats -" The calico sniffed and lashed her tail, near cuffing on the ear and taking a few good steps forward. The warrior took in a deep breath of her surroundings; though her heart flared and ached for blood near much as his did, reckless tracking would get them nowhere and only alert the rogues of them coming. What would be of the kits then?

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ooc;; mind if i jump in, lovelies? uwu

[Mama Oak]

frosttalon, the sleaze
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As soon as the first word left Stormstar's mouth, Frosttalon turned away with a low-throated growl and began searching for the lost scent. Only half-listening to the other cat now, the white warrior had to suppress a sharp, angry retort as he was superficially chastised. Did Stormstar honestly think that he gave a single fish-spine if he had offended him or not? No, Frosttalon could not care any less at the moment — not while his kittens were in the jaws and at the claws of merciless rogues. He was unwilling to spare a single moment, for a single second could very well be the difference between him returning his kittens safely to Silverclaw and discovering their corpses. And if he was one moment too late, he would hold it against this tom. He would hold it against every ShadowClan cat for as long as he had breath.

He said nothing, though, preferring to let the incessant conversation die rather than gear any of his concentration toward further arguing. At least the ShadowClan leader was now searching for the lost trail as well. If they found the kittens and they were unharmed, maybe then Frosttalon would apologize. But for now, silence seemed most practical.

But the quiet was almost immediately broken by another voice, and when Frosttalon turned to face the new feline — his lip curling with exasperation — he met the fierce green eyes of a ShadowClan she-cat, right in his face and calling him out on his blind recklessness. Frosttalon's fury surged and he prepared a harsh, stinging retort, but as he searched her face for a fleeting moment, he immediately recognized what he saw there. Beneath her gritty warning... it wasn't quite empathy, but all at once, he was entirely certain that she understood. It was there — a reflection of his pain and fury scripted across her features. Could it have been her kittens stolen from ShadowClan camp?

The snarl upon his lips fell and the fury in his eyes dimmed. A sliver of clarity, coherence, and caution entered his ice-colored optics and solidified his resolve. He nodded once, his gaze lingering upon her face for a moment longer, before flitting to Stormstar. "I'm sorry," he meowed in a voice much more civil than before. After chancing another glance at the she-cat's eyes, he turned and began seeking the trail once more. "We'll find them. All of them. How many ShadowClan kitens were taken?"

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Words: 409
Tagged: Stormstar/Snakey, Lichenwhisker/Harmiie, Open
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