|☾ ☼ ϟ ≈ ☁| Dark Forest V.2 |☾ ☼ ϟ ≈ ☁|

Rotflesh watched them talk for a moment, his tail lashing back and forth before pouncing on Viperpaw and attempting to pin them for a second while relishing the look of tenseness that the she-cat had displayed, and then releasing them and sitting down on his hind quarters. His bright amber eyes were full of snideness as he sneered down at the apprentice. “Watch where you’re going.” It was a complete and utter lie of course, but Rotflesh enjoyed telling lies.

(I’m guessing in his mind it was surprise, I get pompous vibes from him XD)

(It’s been edited.)

“Ha.” Rotflesh sneered at the apprentice. “Friends? Surely there are more important things to do than chat with almost kits.” He stood up with his nose held high. “And there’s nothing wrong with sneaking around. That much I can teach you, kit.”

"An almost kit who can make a fool out of you." Blackbird watched with amusement, humored by Viperpaw's temper and retaliation against the powerful Riverclan tom. She swished her long tail, eyes gleaming with a hint of impatience as she scoffed. "Either you show Viperpaw some battle techniques or you leave her to me. One might think you fancy me, with how often you come around." She mused, even though she was loyal to her own mate. It never hurt to flirt a bit, after all.

(so sorry yall, this poofed off my list)

Viperpaw let out a hiss, "Fox-hearted little-" she caught herself and turned back to BlakBird, "Moving on from that little erm- incident, what should we practice first?" Her flattened ears rose and her grumpy expresion turned emotionless while waiting for further instructions from BlackBird.

(Moonblazer)

"I know," Viperpaw replied, keeping the same expression, "My mother warned me about that, she said if I smell an unfamilar cat sent to tense, and be ready for attack. Sometimes she didn't give the worst advice," Viperpaw looked around, checking again that no others stalking her, there were a few pairs of watching eyes, but none that made it seem they wanted to attack , just curious. "Should we practice anything in perticular?"

(bumpin!)

Ambershade watched leisurely from her perch in the dark branches of the pine trees, sharing Lilyleaf’s relishing of how easy it was to manipulate the minds of kits. She remained silent though, not wanting to disrupt Lilyleaf’s progress.

A pair of eyes watched the tom from her perch in a tree, her head tilting with interest. So, this must have been the kin that Robinstar had supposedly started keeping tabs on. Foxrose knew good and well that Spiritstar was dead, seeing as Robinstar’s return to the forest was whispered around every corner. Even so, Foxrose was still in hiding from the others, and still hiding Yarrowcloud’s soul until he was fully recovered and ready to fight back, which was rather soon.

Foxrose couldn’t resist the opportunity to stir up chaos though, especially when she could likely help this poor tom too. Yarrowcloud wouldn’t mind company, of a good-hearted cat like himself, certainly?

She made her presence known with a quiet cough and a giggle. “Looking for something, Warblerwind?”

“You’re bigger than me even without the puffing up.” Foxrose humored, slipping out of her hiding spot amongst the dark leaves and poking her head down to the Skyclan tom. She giggled softly. “Shh. Not so loud. I’m not supposed to be seen by the others right now. Which makes this all the more fun. You wouldn’t have heard of me, I’m kind of old. But you might know my daughter, or her kits. In Thunderclan!” She slipped down, tiny and agile, to land before him.

“Foxrose. That’s my name.”

Foxrose looked at him for a moment before she covered her muzzle with her paw and looked around cryptically. She whispered. “Whispers around are that she just got back, but I haven’t been close to the others recently. I’m keeping a certain cat’s soul as safe as possible so he can maybe one day be saved. You’re angry, but you don’t have darkness around your heart just yet. Stay too long, and that could change. I can’t take you to Robinstar, I don’t know yet where she’s regrouping her soul, but!!”

She smiled playfully, eyes glinting just as Vixenrose’s would have. “I can take you to a friend you can help, and give you other information for your… mm. Mission.” She decided, glancing around. “You’ll get nowhere near the Riverclan Warriors, let alone Robinstar, with how you are now!” She crooned.

Sensing the tom’s impending leap towards her, Foxrose nimbly leaped back in almost a playful bounce, before she clambered back up the tree she had fallen from, purring sweetly. “I remember Skyclan cats that could even outclimb me! It’s in your nature, isn’t it? I suppose I’ll just have to tell my dear Yarrowcloud that we’re out of luck for a new friend. Bye bye!” She waved her tail, before she darted through the leaves in a ginger blur, almost inviting the tom to give chase as she gave him no other information.

Foxrose was nearly silent in her darting, the familiar paths through the dark forest easy for her to follow. She did make one change though, flicking her tail against the foliage just barely to keep him chasing. She smiled to herself, thrilled with the chase, but also relieved that Yarrowcloud would have another familiar face to talk to. His anguish struck her. It was impossible not to be, seeing as he had been such a dear friend when they had grown up together, been apprentices together, everything. Yes, this would be a grand gift.

Once she reached the tangled walls of thorns and thistles that began her path to her secret grove, she stood still beside the entrance opening, her muzzle curled with a playful smile as she waited for Warblerwind to approach closer. Waving her tail invitingly, she darted into the opening.

Yarrowcloud’s head shot up from his resting spot in the soft black sand of the hollow. He could hear Foxrose’s quiet pawsteps, but more importantly, much louder approaching ones. He bristled, the spirit jumping to his paws and preparing to strike at whoever was threatening or chasing Foxrose.