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The stone before him is little more than a marker than a target. It was no large cat or tree stump to sink his claws into, but it gave him an idea of where to strike. As the clouds rolled overhead, masking overcast skies, the wind churned across the fields and turned grasslands to ocean. Flower-scent whisked along the breeze as birds struggled in their hasty flights for the security of distant trees. Tigerfrost doesn't mind the weather, with mild temperatures and the distant scent of rain, he is content and relaxed. But, after weeks of being trapped in WindClan's camp, healing from the injuries that those vile exiles had carved into him, he now needed to get back into the swing of things, in more ways than one.
Well... he has hunted, and he has patrolled. But those traitors had escaped his claws, and should they ever show their faces within his reach again, he had to be sure that they would not be able to flee a second time. Ah, he could imagine the confrontation with Dandelionwish now, the former healer with eyes wide and glistening with terror as the grim shadow of cold retribution rises before him. The stone seems to have shifted shape, and color. Now of earthen hues both light and dark, it takes a more feline form. Tigerfrost lunges, pivots through the air to rake his claws down the side of the enemy. Turns on a dime as he lands to swat a hind leg out from beneath his foe. Down, the former healer crashes, and closer does the chimera lunge, now atop his struggling victim as the talons of his fore-paw descent toward the throat.
Claws slice against stone. The world takes shape once more. Tigerfrost pauses, lifts his injured paw to examine it for a moment. It was still a bit sore, but it was sturdy, and he's certain that it it healing just fine. So, he tests it with another maneuver, lurches backward to slam both front limbs against the top of the stone, what could have been the tender skull of an unfortunate opponent. Again, the paw aches, but hits it's mark flawlessly. He sits back, examines it once more, flexes his claws and gives the joint a few twists. Soon enough, he'd be back to his old self, giving WindClan everything he could. The paw would stop hurting eventually, he's certain.
"Seems to be healing just fine." Tigerfrost comments to himself, giving the paw a few clawed swipes toward the stone once more, just for good measure. "Probably another week or so, it won't even bother me at all anymore." A hope uttered into the windy air of the moor he stood within. Of course, Vulturemask would probably know far more than Tigerfrost in that regard, but he's not about to bother the medicine cat every few hours just to make sure everything was healing right. That guy had enough on his plate already.
Well... he has hunted, and he has patrolled. But those traitors had escaped his claws, and should they ever show their faces within his reach again, he had to be sure that they would not be able to flee a second time. Ah, he could imagine the confrontation with Dandelionwish now, the former healer with eyes wide and glistening with terror as the grim shadow of cold retribution rises before him. The stone seems to have shifted shape, and color. Now of earthen hues both light and dark, it takes a more feline form. Tigerfrost lunges, pivots through the air to rake his claws down the side of the enemy. Turns on a dime as he lands to swat a hind leg out from beneath his foe. Down, the former healer crashes, and closer does the chimera lunge, now atop his struggling victim as the talons of his fore-paw descent toward the throat.
Claws slice against stone. The world takes shape once more. Tigerfrost pauses, lifts his injured paw to examine it for a moment. It was still a bit sore, but it was sturdy, and he's certain that it it healing just fine. So, he tests it with another maneuver, lurches backward to slam both front limbs against the top of the stone, what could have been the tender skull of an unfortunate opponent. Again, the paw aches, but hits it's mark flawlessly. He sits back, examines it once more, flexes his claws and gives the joint a few twists. Soon enough, he'd be back to his old self, giving WindClan everything he could. The paw would stop hurting eventually, he's certain.
"Seems to be healing just fine." Tigerfrost comments to himself, giving the paw a few clawed swipes toward the stone once more, just for good measure. "Probably another week or so, it won't even bother me at all anymore." A hope uttered into the windy air of the moor he stood within. Of course, Vulturemask would probably know far more than Tigerfrost in that regard, but he's not about to bother the medicine cat every few hours just to make sure everything was healing right. That guy had enough on his plate already.