Encountering a Rogue (Icy&Lyric)

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[bg=000000] Icefire trotted along the border of HillClan and Goldenclan, being sure to stay in GoldenClan's territory. The white warrior was on a border patrol with Spiderstar only and couldn't help but beam. She loved being with the black tom. When the two were alone, an air of comfort and trust could be felt. Or at least that's what Icefire experienced. Honesty came easily to the innocent looking she-cat. When cats first met her, they thought she'd be shy and quiet. That is until she spoke. It came as both a disappointment and annoyance to many. It didn't bother her though. Icefire knew what kind of cat she wanted to be, and acted like she wanted when it was appropriate. By no means was she perfect, no, far from it! She just had her own way and that usually attracted the younger cats around her. Popularity didn't matter to Icefire. The only tom she ever looked at with pure interest and adoration was Spiderstar. Some could call her fan-girlish by the way she constantly looked for him and thought about him. In fact, as of now, thoughts of her leader were flowing through her mind. Looking over to see his startling yellow eyes gave her a warmth inside that sometimes startled her. It felt as if her heart would burst just by looking at him! I wonder what he's thinking about... she thought. Icefire's deep thoughts were soon suddenly cleared away as the reched scent of a loner assaulted her sensitive nose. Before she could even react with consideration, a low growl escaped her maw. Without thinking, she spat "Who are you, and why are you in GoldenClan territory?" Icefire's usually lazily dancing tail was now lashing angrily. Her instincts were sharpened, eyes narrowed and fierce. No cat tresspassed in her territory. Icefire's anger surprised her. She didn't get angry easily, but for some reason, this tom disgusted her. Not because of him being a loner, but his whole posture just rubbed her fur the wrong way. Something told the she-cat she didn't want him in her home. Not even a tail-length near it. Actually, for some reason, she already hated this stranger. Whiskers twitching with annoyance and anger, Icefire strode toward the loner and only stopped once her nose was almost touching his. "Actually, I don't care who you are or what you think you're doing here. Get out. Now." she snarled, her anger rising along with her fur. Why in StarClan am I acting like this?! Why do I hate him so much? Icefire thought bewilderedly. Her instincts had taken over. Her claws slid out of their snowy white sheaths and dug into the earth. words:458 muse: AWESOME! music: 21 Guns Radio ooc:Hmm, seems like Icefire hates this guy just for looking like he does XD She even scared herself!

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[bg=080305] It was a calm morning. All the patrols had gone out prior to them, so Spiderstar had decided to take Icefire along with him on a patrol of their own. One could never be too careful in a time of rising tensions and false accusations, after all. He made sure to rub himself off on every grain of wheat, every hay stack and every small pebble as he walked alongside the she-cat, sometimes falling behind because of it. He was finally beginning to get over what worry there was over any potential war, and had decided to let things happen naturally. If there was to be another war, then so be it -- he wouldn't stop one if it did occur. Heck, he might even start it if BrookClan pushed him far enough. But by now, he noticed, that they were nowhere near the BrookClan border. In fact, they were closer to the thunderpath and HillClan's territory than anything. Surprisingly this had been a very quiet border patrol, especially when considering who he was with. This was a she-cat that always had something to say to him, no matter how small or ridiculous it was. His ear flicked a few times as he watched her from the corner of his eye, only looking away whenever she managed to look back at him too. His yellow eyes glimmered and shone in the bright sunlight, and he seemed a lot less cautious, though cautious still, along this border. Perhaps it was because HillClan had done nothing to warrant caution in this past moon, or even while the war was happening. He didn't quite know, but he knew that the stink of the thunderpath still left something to be desired. He sneered at the stench as they came closer, but before they'd reached it altogether, Spiderstar decided to stop and rub his scent on a rather large rock. Almost as big as those found in BoulderClan, but even Spiderstar's ego wasn't that big. He'd been to that rocky territory a time or two before, and he didn't think any clan's boulders could even dare to compare. By the time he felt satisfied with the scent coming off of the boulder, he noticed that Icefire had dashed away and his eyes became rounded. Spiderstar parted his maw and he immediately knew why. There was another, unfamiliar, scent lingering amongst their own. It didn't belong to one of the other clans, which he had to admit that he was a bit disappointed by. Even so, he darted after Icefire and stopped, only to see her become a totally different she-cat. His fur began to bristle along his neck, and he found himself liking this form of the she-cat. Every rasp she spat made him want to shiver with joy, but of course he'd never show that. He simply stalked forward, stopping inches behind Icefire and stared at the ginger tom before them. He'd never met this tom before, but he wouldn't be sad if he never saw him again, that was for sure. "Pity," he rasped, neither friendly nor vicious. "An intruder, and you're not even from one of the other clans." He stood up as straight as possible, then sat with his tail wrapped around his paws firmly; yet still loose enough for him to move quickly if he needed to. He would've liked to rip off his head if not just for the practice of the possible upcoming war, then to simply vent off all of his pent up anger. words: 587. muse: good.