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[RavenMoon]

A flash of light crossed the canvas of the heavens, while thunder exploded like wild horses galloping across the plains. The seasoned brute found himself drifting away from camp; *It was late.* Far past the time for a change. Yet, no one had returned. It didn’t worry him, though. No, there was no reason to be concerned about this one, as he trusted in the capabilities of the male still out there. A deep inhale filled his lungs with air, and he found such silence comforting. There weren’t many nights like this, and despite the heightened danger, he found it serene.

Two cinder-colored irises flickered in the dark, following his blinks, and the muscles beneath his shoulders rippled like the surface of water disturbed. How could such an event be so beautiful? The storm raging overhead rattled his bones. Each time a paw fell, water soaked into his pelt, but he continued on his journey. There were no signs of others—no scent, print, or sound. The storm had drowned everything. The only hint of life was the bright white body in the distance, all too motionless. It sat like a statue on the face of a rock; *Unbothered by anything.*

“Dear blood, does nothing scare you?”

The question was mostly rhetorical, as he knew it would never be answered. His voice carried a dark tone. Those who knew him would have called him anything but kind. Truthfully, this was the voice of a being always yearning for bloodshed. A tsk clicked across the roof of his mouth, his tongue snapping behind ivory teeth.

“What is it that you see, Frost? Surely, something… delicious.”

There it was—a hint of amusement at the thought of someone crossing the border under the cover of the storm. “Are we going to greet them with claws and hope for blood, eh, Frost?”

 

[OwlFrost]

It didn't matter that it was storming.

The warrior sat on a rock and stared into the forest with unyielding determination. His bright blue eyes endlessly scanned for any signs of trespassing. Time had passed so quickly that he had forgone eating; solitude at the border was something he cherished. Each time his gaze caught something, it turned out to be nothing. Tonight was turning out to be another boring evening. Still, he was thankful. Boring was easy. It meant his home was safe; eventful nights brought possible hardships.

The silent watcher had let his replacement go back to sleep. He wasn't needed by anyone at camp, and the claws of sleep hadn't reached his soul yet. Alone. He enjoyed that. A silent beacon in the night, his white pelt soaked to the brim in water. Soaking wet ears swiveled at a sound behind him, and the features across his face remained unchanged. A constant bored look, unamused by anything, friend or foe. This one he knew all too well. The intruder that approached his back, with whom he held a bond that was inseparable.

"Dear Blood, does nothing scare you?"

Fear wasn't something he found his soul needing. Life is fast, and Death is faster. Should it become his time to join the stars, so be it. His older blood's breath was hot next to him as he stood side by side before another question was issued. "What is it that you see, Frost? Surely, something….. delicious." Delicious. The implication was that RavenMoon longed for a fight. Unfortunately, he had no desire to answer any of this. Nothing his blood said was going to pry his vision from the horizon.

"Are we going to greet with claws and hope for blood, eh, Frost?"

Sometimes he thought Raven was too hungry for violence, despite his own longing for combat. They were warriors, fighters through and through. Nothing would satiate their hunger or quench their thirst until they were given that gorgeous order: Fight. This was a sentiment they shared, and as the wind whipped at his snow-colored pelt, he blinked.

 

[Orangestar]

"This storm won't let up soon. We need to go back before the rain washes us into the river." Orangestar comments to her patrol, a wry sort of irony to her voice as she glances to the warriors in tow. Her ears are pressed flat by the onslaught of rain, rasping voice pitched loud to be heard at all. She doesn't often night-hunt, much less when it's raining, but it had been a small challenge presented offhandedly, to see if the pouring rain would muffle the rustle of bushes or the gentle press of paws.

She squints, however, at the sight of two more of their warriors atop a stone, stood still against the torrent. Orangestar's voice is the next to ring out, muffled by the storm that whirls around them, as the approach: "You two should be back at camp."

ooc ✧ 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦

• // with @DUSKPOOL & @oakrumble
  
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• ORANGESTAR ✧ she/her, leader of skyclan | seven lives
  
  
  — "a scarred white-and-ginger she-cat with brown eyes."
  — (undisclosed) mate to slate ; ashpaw
  — speech is in #D2977D
  — tags | penned by mercibun, contact on discord for plots.
  
  
  
  

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[RavenMoon]

She was spotted before her voice was half way drowned out by the torrential downpour; slick black fur matted down due to water. ”You two…..back.. camp.” The woman shouting commands at them and somehow still she remained graceful. A wicked grin tore through his lips as ivory showcased itself to the storm. Amber eyes snapping between her and Owl, followed by a burst of laughter as if he found the entire situation funny. ”If you see something, Frost. Leap on it already.

The warrior shrouded in shadows felt his flesh being hammered on by the sky gods' assault. His flesh rolled as he leapt from the rock, sliding down to the clan's admirable leader. ”You're one to talk, eh, Your Majesty.” A cock of his skull, tilting it up toward the sky, a rain drop rolling off between vicious eyes and down his cheek. ”We both know why he's out here, Star.” The thunderous tones of his vocals finding a gap in the noise, blinking at her as he shook his head. ”Your glorious sentinel sees something out there.”

RavenMoon's eyes filled with eagerness as if yearning for something to come from those dark shadows. ”I trust his eyes, the question is. How much trust, do you have in him? Your grace.”

 

[OwlFrost]

This storm was unrelenting in its attack as it continued to drench the knight-like feline. Despite the curtain of water slamming into the earth his watch remained unchanged. His duty was to defend his home; threatening or non. The main coon stood on the rock as the shadow inched around, stopping again and again. This particular shadow didn't move like the rest, it had purpose. His heart beating inside it's cage, pushing blood through his flesh. ”Camp!” “If you see something Frost. Leap on it already.”

The titan didn't respond to either one and his ears fell back against his skull for the shadow shifted. Just as his blood did when he began sliding down to the Orangestar. They were busy chatting and this thing grew bolder, it's shape becoming more obvious…. It's left eye injured. The storm drowning out it's scent and sound.

This fox's paws landed in the mud as it watched the orange and black felines; licking it's chops at the thoughts of an ambush. The darker cat looked back towards the hill giving it an opening.

Owlfrost too, exploded off that rock. His muscles flexing as the white coated male descended upon the duo. A once neutral hearted man morphed, lips peeling back as his front paws flexing. Claws coming into the fray. Even though he had never spoken, a yowl like war cry tore through his throat. The fox had been aimed for orange and just before any damage was delt; owl absorbed the blow. The force enough to knock the creature off balance, but not enough to stun it.

The flesh around his chest and right shoulder was pierced as the fox and him tumbled. Icy eyes narrowing as his own strikes aimed for the predator’s right eye. He was ready to die,was this thing so willing?”