Sleekfeather
Warrior of Riverclan
Behind the roaring cascade of a shimmering waterfall, Sleekfeather emerged from his cozy cave before the first light of dawn, his sleek ebony fur glistening with droplets of water. Winter had settled upon the land, casting its icy grip upon the forest and bringing with it a scarcity of prey that challenged the survival of all its creatures. As the oldest brother, he had always been the provider for his family, but this winter had been particularly harsh, leaving prey scarce and hunger gnawing at their bellies. Looking back at Edgefrost and the rest of his sleeping kin, his eyes softened before setting out into the cold, his paws barely making a sound as he treaded through the fresh snow.
As the golden tendrils of dawn bled over the horizon, Sleekfeather stepped with purpose into the heart of the forest. The branches above, adorned with frost, glimmered like intricate crystal ornaments, the brisk air revitalizing his senses. Soon, he’d arrived at the familiar hunting grounds where he’d always found bountiful prey. However, to his dismay, the once-teeming grounds were barren and silent. The frigid air carried only the faintest scent of prey, a testament to the harshness of the season. Sleekfeather’s tail lashed in frustration, realizing that he would have to venture even further if he were to secure food for his family.
Treading across the frozen terrain, he made his way through thick clusters of trees and over icy streams. His blue green eyes, sharp and focused, scanned the surroundings, alert to every sound and movement. A faint rustling of leaves and the soft crunch of footsteps caught his attention. Pupils narrowing into tiny slits, he quietly pursued the source of the sound, curiosity overriding any lingering sense of wariness. There, in the underbrush, was an outsider brazenly hunting in Riverclan territory. Although he didn’t particularly care about the rest of the clan, anger welled up within him at the thought of his kin going hungry. “Hey, you!” he took off into a sprint in the direction of the intruder with the intent to run them off. “This is Riverclan territory—“ he snarled, and just as he was about to confront the trespasser, fate intervened in the cruelest of ways. In his haste, he had inadvertently stepped onto a hidden snare, and in an instant, the trap sprung, ensnaring his leg and suspending him helplessly in the air. Pain seared through Sleekfeather’s body as he struggled against its unforgiving grasp, panic flooding his senses. With every ounce of strength, he attempted to free himself, his mind racing for a solution.
Sleekfeather
Warrior of Riverclan
His emerald eyes narrowed at her touch, and he growled under his breath, a fire burning within him at the thought of being manhandled by a she-cat. However, the urgency of the situation quickly quelled his pride, suppressing the urge to snap at her. With a huff, he reluctantly allowed her to tug at his scruff, following her lead as they ventured deeper into the woods. His leg throbbed with each step, forcing him to move slower than he would have liked. Despite the pain, his eyes scanned the desolate landscape, helping her search for anything that could serve as a refuge from the encroaching storm.
The howling wind grew louder, and with each passing moment, the snowstorm loomed closer, threatening to engulf everything in its path. Flicking his ears forward, he watched as Glacier disappeared into a small opening. He hesitated for a moment, the scent of a badger causing his hackles to rise. Badgers were known for their extreme aggression, and while Sleekfeather had never encountered one himself, he assumed it wouldn't take kindly to two cats trespassing in its dwelling. Thankfully, though, the scent was stale, and he let out a silent sigh of relief.
"My, my. Are you always this bossy?" he drawled with a devilish smirk before limping inside, his eyes adjusting to the dim light filtering in through the entrance. "I suppose it’s better than freezing to death," he muttered, settling down in a corner, his eyes fixed on Glacier.
Glacier
Loner
The black and white molly but the inside of her cheek while looking at the ground, it was surely a challenge to figure out a safe space for herself and the dark Bengal next to her. It was also going to be challenging in which she would have to keep up with the injured Bengal with an impending storm approaching.. Why did she rescue him again? Perhaps it was the kindness of her own heart, but she wasn’t overly fond of strangers because mostly they had the wrong intentions. “Come on” Glacier grunted while using her teeth to slightly pull his scruff. The smaller molly had to think and quickly before both of them would perish in the snowy winter night.
Luckily, she was raised in the city and knew a couple of things of survival.. Anything with a cover on it, was a shelter. Letting out a long breath, her violet eyes looked towards the Bengal male “We need to figure out where we can seek shelter, even if it’s over some kind of tarp.” Glacier muttered mainly to herself. Of course, the handsome lad was most likely one of the deranged cult cats that reside in the forests.
“If you can spot something that would be great, at least you’ll be of use to me.” Glacier said, ignoring any of his comebacks. This was truly the last thing she wanted, to be stuck in a snowstorm with an injured, delusional and perhaps a mentally unstable feline. He seemed crazy, but perhaps that’s what Stockholm syndrome does when you’re living in a cult. Humming softly to herself, it wasn’t until Glacier spotted a small opening nearby. “Hold up.” She muttered before moving towards it. Peeking her head inside, the small black and white molly had smelled a very old and stale scent of badger.. It wasn’t an active den.
“Come on, I don’t have all day.” Glacier mumbled, going inside the den.
Sleekfeather
Warrior of Riverclan
Swinging from the hunter's snare, he watched her sharpen a nearby rock, her threat to stab him through the heart causing him to smirk. She was quite the feisty one, her sharp tongue only accentuating her untamed spirit. The cold winter air bit at his skin, but he couldn't help but admire her resilience in the face of danger. Once the last strands of the snare fell away, his body hit the ground with a heavy thud, knocking the breath from his lungs. He eventually forced himself to stand, wincing as a sharp pain shot through his leg, causing him to stumble in the thick blanket of snow. His eyes darted towards the brewing snowstorm in the distance, anxiety creeping in at the thought of trying to navigate through it in his weakened state. The realization dawned on him that, if he were to brave the storm in his weakened state, his chances of survival were slim. "So,” he began, looking over at Glacier, “What’s your game plan, little loner?" he muttered begrudgingly, his tone carrying with it a hint of vulnerability.
Winter
Loner
Her violet eyes were narrowed, watching the large tom swinging slighly from side to side. It was almost amusing to watch the dark Bengal tom spitting out threatening words to herself, but the approaching snow storm wasn’t funny. “Will you shut your big mouth for a second? You’re distracting me,” Winter snapped towards him, turning around for a moment before opening her mouth and tasting the air. Snow was approaching the area, soon the area would be inhabitable due to the snow and wind. The small molly let out a soft hum, biting the inside of her cheek. The black and white molly refused to show any kind of fear or concern towards the harsh weather, that was for wusses.. Like the tom currently hanging in the air by his leg.
“Hope you aren’t picky on the bear, cause a polar bear might be the one meeting you.” Winter said, turning back to face the tom. Goodness, he had no brain. What would probably save him was his breathtaking eyes. Letting out a soft hum, the molly looked around for a bit until spotting a rock with a sharp edge nearby. Making her way towards it, she picked it up and went towards another stone and began sharpening it.. Winter had given the dark bengal tom a side eye while sharpening the rock
“If you attempt to even attack me when I cut you down from that trap.. I swear to every single gods that lives on this universe that I will stab you through the heart with this stone.. Do you understand me?” Winter demanded through gritted teeth while making her way towards the trap. Letting out a loud sigh, the small gray and white molly began climbing up the tree, taking her time to mess with Sleekfeather before sitting on the branch that held the rope
“If you break your back, not my problem.” Winter said before grabbing the stone with her paw and began rubbing the sharp edge against the rope. Biting her lower lip, she heard the rope starting to break before suddenly.. Sleekfeather fell on the ground. A laugh escaped Winter before covering her mouth with her empty paw “Oops. Sorry.” Winter said before climbing down, the rock still in her paw. She wasn’t afraid to cut a bum like Sleekfeather, she had common sense!
Sleekfeather
Warrior of Riverclan
Heart pounding in his chest, he dangled helplessly in the trap, his leg caught in its unforgiving grasp. The rope dug into his skin, and his turquoise eyes narrowed as he watched Glacier approach, a smirk playing on her lips and her eyes glinting with amusement. Sleekfeather's fur bristled with anger at her mocking tone. She knew she had the upper paw in this situation, and she reveled in it. "You think this is funny?“ he began in a low growl, his eyes burning with fury as he lashed out, slicing through the empty space in front of him with his sharp claws. “You better pray a bear finds me,” he seethed, his warning lingering in the cold air like a haunting echo.
However, the tension between them dissolved as Sleekfeather's focus shifted to the approaching snowstorm. The wind picked up, carrying with it the icy sting of leafbare, and amidst his anger, a hint of fear flickered across his face. Dark clouds rolled in ominously, obscuring the sun and casting a shadow over the forest. The howling wind foretold of a powerful storm, causing a tremor to run down Sleekfeather's spine and a feeling of disquiet to settle in his heart.
Winter Loner Damned with this weather! Letting out a long sigh through her nostrils, Glacier’s violet eyes were keeping a lookout for any signs of life nearby. This winter had probably been one of the harshest ones she had entered in her life, and she had complained about last winter being difficult! The small black and white tabby shook her head slightly before turning around and making her way towards the river, her violet eyes became slightly narrowed at the sight of a vole nearby. Finally, there was food around! Crouching slightly, her tail was flicking back and forth without brushing the twigs below her. Moving carefully without causing a sound within the snow, she was close to the prey before a stick nearby snapped and the small molly glanced over to a tall male staring her down before making threats.. Who the hell was he?! “Shit!” Winter said as the dark bengal tom began charging at her, what was wrong with him?! Was he sick in the head?! “Calm down you jerk! We’re all starving here!” Winter called, leaping over small logs and trying to lose him at some corners but Sleekfeather was fast! This man was delusional! It wasn’t til all of a sudden that she heard a snap and Sleekfeather let out a shriek of terror which caused her to turn around and look in shock as the larger tom was hanging by a rope of the tree! “What the?” The black and white tabby muttered before her eyebrows furrowed for a moment, watching the tom struggle. It was almost like sweet justice appeared in front of her. Narrowing her eyes while a small smirk appeared on her face, she began moving towards the tom “It looks like you got yourself in a sticky situation.” Winter said, looking at the tom with amusement dancing her in violet eyes. Karma was a bitch! “It would be terrible if you were left there and a bear would see a fit meal.”