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TIGERFROST

TIGERFROST

A Little Wicked
WindClan Former Lead Warrior
Jan 5, 2023
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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.​
 
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Weaselclaw had not been injured as his fellow lead warrior had been -- regrettably, he'd been out of camp with @sparkpaw. , attempting to show the dark-furred tom how to use the wind to their advantage while hunting. He'd been furious to know their actual loyal warriors had sustained injuries while trying to cull the traitors; Tigerfrost had done his duty valiantly.

The tabby watches from a few foxlengths away while the white-masked tom practices his fighting moves. He seems to be able to put some weight on that crushed paw. Weaselclaw dips his head, a smile creasing his muzzle. "Imagining a SkyClanner?" He stretches, letting the muscles ripple and burn beneath his pelt. "If you can use the paw to fight with, it's a good sign."​

[ PENNED BY MARQUETTE ]​
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──⇌•〘 INFO 〙 He remembers his own impatience when he was a boy. He had been lucky in part that he'd received little training before the loss of his eye; he didn't have to unlearn as great a foundation as a fully-grown warrior would have. Still, he was frustrated by his slow recovery, earning the ire of Sunstride, his father, and their healer. It helped little that Wolfsong had attempted to sneak away in the night to find his revenge on his own. The carelessness Sunnvar spoke of and should not have.

Tigerfrost has likely given Vulturemask a headache with his refusal to rest, but it doesn't seem to have impacted his healing. From the looks of him, he will be out and about again before long, undoubtedly awaiting the opportunity to return the insult.

He glances at Weaselclaw and the apprentice with him. "It is, though we should hope that there won't be cause to cull the weeds anytime soon." His one-eyed stare shifts to Tigerfrost. "Running will be the ultimate test, I think."
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The mention of SkyClan snagged his attention; had there been plans to descend upon the pine-dwellers some other kind of attack? Blankness veiled his eyes for a few moments, the whir of his mind almost audible- racking every layer of his brain for some plan, some... cause. He'd been watching Tigerfrost, sort of, but his mind had been somewhere else... and perhaps, perhaps he was just being a little too paranoid. Too rash, thinking something could be done about it, too.. that he might send away a warning... oh, he'd never thought himself a traitor! The very weeds Wolfsong spoke of, sleeping beneath them- a passing thought that knotted in the wind and passed them by!

A chitter of laughter left him as he thought about it- how many thoughts like that he'd had recently. Heaving himself to his paws, eyes moon-wide with interest studied Tigerfrost's paw for a few moments. It was healing, apparently... fit for fighting an imagined Skyclanner, or whatever else. "Won't it make it worse if you keep bashing it against stuff?" he asked with a tilt of the head, wide grin spanning his features. It was idle curiosity... he'd not been injured much in his life, but if it had hurt half as much as the loss of his tail had he could not imagine attempting to use it! ​
☺PENNED BY PIN​
 
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His fiery eyes are drawn to Weaselclaw as the more senior Lead Warrior speaks, commenting on the paw after his guess on just what Tigerfrost might have been imagining his victim to be. SkyClan was close enough, he supposed. For all he knew, Dandelionwish was already dead, had bled out somewhere beyond WindClan's borders. Well, he supposed one could hope. But SkyClan? They were still a thorn in the side of all WindClan cats. The chimera nods, peering at his paw once more as he flexes the long nails hidden within.

"It's still a little sore." He points out, giving the joint another stretch. "But it's sturdy, and it doesn't hurt nearly as much as before." A good sign, he thinks. What else could it mean but healing? His vision flickers toward Wolfsong next as the dusty hued tabby considers the other lead warrior's words. Finally, he nods, thoughtful. "I've yet to chase down a rabbit. I suppose we'll just have to wait and see how well it holds up when I find one." He agrees. Running after a rabbit was a lot different than simply sprinting in a straight line. It would certainly test the mobility of his paw.

Mallowlark's unsettling laughter draws the chimera's eyes. The question is one of curiousness, but Tigerfrost merely shrugs as he responds, "I'm not just flinging it up against rocks." He snorts a bit at that. He was practicing his combat, making certain that the joint could still flex and bend without too much pain, battering the air and the ground as he might an opponent.

"The best way to know if it's healing well is to make sure I can do all the things I could before." He points out, and it's true. At least in his mind. ​
 
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