on the attack { lily }

[➽ silvertide]

 she'd been sent on dawn patrol, after spending half her night guarding camp. as much as she hated to admit it, the continuous duties had worn her out and a good sleep was long overdue. the minute her head had hit her nest, the soft moss caressing her cheek, a deep dark slumber overtook her. she'd been powerless, succumbing to exhaustion. even if she'd tried to fight, her heavy lids were exactly that; too heavy. it was unlike her to waste a perfectly good day, when there was prey to be hunted and training to be done. anything to benefit the clan was her soul focus. she wasn't ambitious as she was motivated, success as a whole mattered more than the success of an individual. that's why she was so particular about her duties - she spread herself thinner than the average warrior. so it wasn't a surprise when she woke up groggy and angry that it was already late in the day. so much for being productive! she'd planned to show Snowpaw some new battle techniques, and afterwards hunt a little for the elders if she was up to it. the thought of her apprentice brightened Silvertide's bleak mood. Her niece was one of her favorite cats to be around, and instead of an aunt the silver she-cat sometimes felt a second mother, or even an older sister.

tongue rasping a few rough licks over her shoulder and chest, the warrior leapt down from her hollow of the tree. Camp was active, but there was no sight of Snowpaw. could she be snoozing the day away as well? clambering up the tree to peek inside the apprentice's den, her kin's white and silver pelt was no where to be seen. she gracefully dropped back to the soft earth, frosty gaze narrowing. so, she'd have to hunt the apprentice down the hard way. though energized by her rest, Silvertide was never up to games. her mood wasn't all that lively already, but this was completely killing her patience. bounding out of camp, the light cat leaped over muddy pools and skirted thick boggy undergrowth. she wasn't following any particular scent trail, until by sheer luck her apprentice's scent faintly hit her nostrils. the she-cat had decided to check the places mentors usually trained their apprentices, maybe someone had invited her along for a session, but Snowpaw's scent drifted away from those destinations. following the spotty trail, the warrior noticed small paw prints here and there. it looked as if the young cat didn't bother to use the popular mossy trails.

concern tightened her chest as the trail neared Vertigoclan's border. the smaller she-cat couldn't have gotten so curious she'd overstep her clan's boundaries? doubt tugged at the thought. her niece was quick witted and had more intelligence - and loyalty - than that. the only possible danger was a wretched Vertigoclan cat taking advantage of a lone apprentice. Silvertide's claws unsheathed at the idea. she would rip one of those bumbling badgers to shreds if they touched any of her clan mates, never mind one of her own kin! the beautiful she-cat's pace quickened, encouraged by the stronger and fresher scents of the missing adolescent. but as the scents of her objective grew stronger, so did the scent of Vertigoclan. bursting out into a small clearing, another cat suddenly came into view. it surprised the Tempestclan cat, causing her to halt with wide eyes. this was the border, and before her was a Vertigoclan warrior....with Snowpaw's scent all around him!

[reflectedrain **]

huh. she was a cool gal, wasn't she? reflectedrain thought to himself, mulling over his interaction with the pretty silver femme. curiosity laced his mind, concern bubbling up only in the corner of it, and the tom wondered again how old that she-cat was. not that it really mattered, perse, he highly doubted they'd ever be anything more than the odd pals over the border thing, but still, the question nagged him so much his mind had him so wrapped up around itself that the tom hardly noticed - er, well, he didn't realize at all - the growing of the tempestclan scent, much fresher than the everpresent staleness of the typical border at that time - who marked scent markers at such an odd time, before sun-high, especially when it was so muggy?

the tom felt as though the humidity of the tempestclan land made his fur swell up with moisture. in his head, the image he had of himself was much fluffier than reality - honestly, his only fluff was around his neck and his chest - but enough with that silliness! he should be hunting! the warrior would feel rather sheepish indeed if he returned to camp without so much as a single piece of prey. he'd began to stand up when a silver cat burst into the clearing, startling him and causing him to go reeling backwards. "oh. you don't look very happy." reflectedrain commented, eyes wide as the she-cat peered not-so-nicely at him.

[➽ silvertide]

"oh. you don't look very happy." a snarl ripped from her throat, pale blue eyes reflecting frozen hatred. the dark stripe along her spine bristled as the she-cat lowered into a battle crouch. the beginnings of a daggered reply formed on Silvertide's lips, when suddenly a small tuft of white fur caught her attention, rolling across the moist ground in the weak breeze. a thousand thoughts raced through the hostile she-cat's mind. she could be hurt, trying to make her way back to camp or lying somewhere injured or even on her way to vertigoclan's camp as a prisoner....no! another violent snarl twisted the pretty cat's face into an ugly expression of rage. savage battle cry escaping her lips, the Tempestclan warrior flung herself directly at Reflectedrain, using all her force to try and bowl him over. her claws searched for a hold in his broad shoulders, back legs ready to kick relentlessly at his soft underbelly or flanks when given the chance. Her eyes had a wild light in them, and for the split second their gazes met Silvertide sneered - revealing her abnormally large, sharp fangs. she'd teach this flea-bag a thing or two about getting too close to the border, and she'd beat the whereabouts of her niece out of him as well!

Ooc.// I wasn't sure how you wanted to go about the fighting, so you can just write up whatever happens to him in your reply. :3 Feel free to throw her off, she's probably going to try to question him afterwards. Her attack first talk later policy. XD

[reflectedrain **]

well, he should have known hanging around the tempestclan border wouldn't always be such a sunshiney experience. this new she-cat was boiling with pure, unadulterated rage, and the tom had no idea why. she snarled at him, baring her fangs - woah, those are really, really sharp - and the tabby tom stood in a stable stance, wondering if she was going to - "oof!" she had barreled into him, causing him to take a few steps back, and he panted quickly to regain his breath. she hadn't knocked the wind out of him, though if he'd not exhaled like he had, he'd be rolling on the ground like apprentices did during their first few moons of training.

reflectedrain felt her claws sink in to his skin and he hissed,coming up on his back legs slightly and kicking at her with his front legs. "get off of me you old fleabag!" the vertigoclan tom hissed, attempting to dislodge her. it worked, partially, for her hold was not as strong now, and the tom shook himself to try and rid her from him. "you need to calm down." he mewed harshly, his eyes filled with excited, angry light.

[➽ silvertide]

"oof!" she hadn't gotten the result she was hoping for, but at least he'd been taken by surprise. The she-cat veered to avoid his feeble kicks, while delivering a few of her own with her back legs. Though she was sliding, and slowly losing her grip, and their angle made then virtually harmless. enough of this kitten play, she snarled inwardly, scrambling for a hold tight enough so she could sink her large fangs into a tender shoulder. But before she had the chance, the large tom let out a furious hiss. "get off of me you old fleabag!" Who in the world was he calling old?! She let out an angry yowl as he shook her off, the silver she-cat rolling nimbly to her paws. "you need to calm down." What pitiful mewling! The lean Tempestclan warrior bristled, body language screaming she was about to launch another attack when the femme suddenly hesitated. Her frosty eyes darted around them before staring down the Vertigoclan cat. "Where's Snowpaw? Tell me before I rip your pelt off!" She snarled, taking a heavy step towards him. She was like a whirling storm, beautiful and filled with rage.

"I wont ask twice, you mangy piece of Vertigo dirt!" Her impatience was record, the seconds ticking by in what seemed to her at the speed of light. Her niece could be anywhere by now! She drew herself to her full height, which wasn't above his, but she looked all the meaner. This tom - Silvertide'd seen him before. His name escaped her, probably because it was so unimportant, but nonetheless she'd never forget him after this. The she found herself feeling rather intimidating - which pleased the shit out of her. This tom was weak and stupid, just sitting around borders and trying to throw off his attackers instead of fight. you don't think he was....going easy on you? a new wave of anger shot through her. Did this scum think she couldn't hold her own? That she couldn't fight like a warrior? She swiped at the moist earth, leaving deep claw marks. Reflectedrain had managed to enrage and insult the she-cat without saying more than three sentences. Starclan help them both.

[reflectedrain **]

his face scrunched up in confusion, his pelt bristling, adrenaline lining his veins like a second blood. "snowpaw?" he stated, giving her an odd look. "who's snowpaw?" reflectedrain snorted at her, rolling his eyes as she continued to hiss at him with vehemence. obviously telling her to calm down hadn't exactly been helped. oh well, he'd tried.

"i don't know any snowpaw." the tom said again, trying to keep his voice friendly, though his expression was one of indignation. she was just trying to get him riled up, and the tom was patient enough to wait to talk things out. or, if not, he'd fight back. she was smaller than him, though not too much, and the tom rather liked fighting, though he'd never really needed to, other than fighting with wild animals and a few rogues.

[➽ silvertide]

"snowpaw?" her eyes narrowed as he shot her an odd glance. "who's snowpaw?" Silvertide spat in frustration. Who was Snowpaw! Very funny! "i don't know any snowpaw." "LIAR!" She snarled, claws digging deep into the muddy ground. "You think you can play me for a fool? Lying to my face; you scumbag! Her scent is all around you," The she-warrior accused, tail lashing wildly behind her. Was this tom purposely playing dumb, or was he actually stupid? "Now tell me where she is, or I'll beat it out of you." It wasn't as much of a threat as it was a promise. The Tempestclan cat was growing dangerously unstable, engulfed by rage and desperation to know her kin was safe. His friendliness was just some silly front. He was almost wreathed with her fading scent, he had to of seen her!

"Listen," Her seething tone was low. "I'm just trying to find my apprentice. Snowpaw, a small white and grey she-cat. Her scent is practically all over you. If she's safe and this is all some kind of..." The civility of her words disgusted her. "misunderstanding, you can walk away from here with nothing but your pride a little bruised." Silvertide couldn't help but sneer at that last part. He'd come off as rather cowardly, so far. She hoped he thought the same.

Ooc.// Feeling like all these posts are horrible sorry Dx

[reflectedrain **]

his jaw fell open when he realized who snowpaw was. that gal was an apprentice? he felt creepy, incredibly so, and but the tom did his best not to show it. instead he half-scowled. "i don't know where she went. all i know is she left and went that way." his tabby-marked tail gestured in the way the pretty - 'snowpaw. apprentice. no.' - she-cat had went, and grew cross. "i'm not a liar. she never said what her name was."

reflectedrain shifted his weight to the other side. "and besides, i didn't touch her. unlike you tempestclan hotheads, i don't run up to cats at the border and try to assault them." he was growing slightly impatient with this angry she-cat. "wow." his mew was sarcastic, and he knew his mouth would probably get him in trouble. "i think we've found a winner." his eyes rolled, punctuating his mew, as she stated that it might be a misunderstanding. emerald-flecked cerulean eyes glittering, the tom snorted. "believe me, i don't think it's my pride that's been wounded here."

[➽ silvertide]

"i don't know where she went. all i know is she left and went that way." Silvetide didn't need to glance in te direction he mentioned. She knew it led back into Tempestclan territory, away from the border. She was more interested in his sudden attitude. Was he a bit feisty? Her tail-tip flicked with devilish amusement. "i'm not a liar. she never said what her name was." Her snarky flicking halted. They had....talked? Annoyance pricked at her paws. She didn't expect Snowpaw to attack an enemy lingering too close to the border but...to have a friendly chat? That went against the warrior code, she might as well should've invited him to camp! Her brow furrowed in annoyance at her niece. They'd definitely be sharing words. All this time Silvertide had been worried sick...over nothing, basically. Wasting her day arguing with this pitiful excuse of a warrior when she could be hunting or patrolling for her clan!

"and besides, i didn't touch her. unlike you tempestclan hotheads, i don't run up to cats at the border and try to assault them." The dark stripe running along her back returned to a bristle. "You'd stay far from Tempestclan if you knew what was good for you!" She retorted, frosty blue eyes like flames. "wow. i think we've found a winner." So he was copping an attitude with her. And quite the sarcastic one! "believe me, i don't think it's my pride that's been wounded here." "You're quite right..." She bowed her head, shadow falling across her face. "It's about to be those pretty little eyes when I gouge them out!" She snarled savagely, letting out a fierce caterwaul as she leapt for him, claws outstretched. He wouldn't get away from her so easily this time!

[reflectedrain **]

of course he'd upset her. honestly, breathing seemed to be enough to upset this testy tempestclan she-cat. if he'd had enough time, he'd have rolled his emerald-flecked eyes and probably ensured his eventual demise at her paws. riiight. like that would actually happen.

her strange caterwaul alerted him as she leapt for him. her claws made contact with his pelt, and the tom hissed, rolling to dislodge her as he kicked, claws unsheathed, at any part of her that his paws would make contact with. he was larger, considerably so, but the silver femme had strength that surprised him, though he knew tempestclan cats weren't thin and muscle-less.

ooc: ew wtf