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(So I don't know if he'll like Xuxa so we can just see how things go cause she's... different. So I'll leave it up to you to decide!)
"So then I sick punched the old kittypet in the face. And that's why when I left her to die that foxes came and I'm again, super sorry about that. Next time when I kill an old lady I'll make sure to sink her in the pond with a rock like a good frozen," Barrenfrost promised to Leatherstar who he was confronting about his mistake
Once again Barrenfrost had taken border patrols too seriously. The kittypet was frail and lost in a storm, there was no way she had the ability or knowledge to even steal any WinterClan prey. Lately Barrenfrost joined any border patrol he could despite not needing exactly needing to. Suddenly Barrenfrost's gaze drifted upward at a tree, there was nothing up there. A clump of snow fell off the tree and instantly Barrenfrost, like a dog was at the trunk of the tree, "Someone's up there!"
The silhouette of a fox figured cat stood up and as quickly as she was seen she leapt off of the pine branch into the branch of an oak tree and began sprinting down across the limbs of the woods.
Barrenfrost was incapable of climbing trees, given his massive paws he just wasn't able to do so like he could in mountainous terrains. For a moment he watched helplessly, but like a dog without a leash he already was running after her, only glancing back at Leatherstar to help him. Probably because Barrenfrost knew that he couldn't actually catch this cat if she continued to leap through trees.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Nov 25, 2018 12:33:56 GMT -5
(lol Leather is pretty flexible xD but ye we'll see)
As always, it seemed, his friend and trusted companion, Barrenfrost, was confessing his sins and then getting into more trouble before he could even say a word. Leatherstar had seen the scene unfold before him in dumbfounded silence to the point of Barrenfrost chasing the squirrel cat. The sometimes lazy old soul chieftain wanted to sigh, roll his eyes, and flop down in the slow and wait for Barrenfrost to find a way to claim his prize and return like a dog who fetched a literal squirrel instead of the toy.
But being the cat blessed by Durai that he was he quickly decided the appropriate action and took to the trees. With Barrenfrost chasing them on the ground he could do his best to at least prevent her from retracing their step. He could also alert Barrenfrost to their change in direction. One he was on the branches he pushed off and ran after the cat. A scent of musty water and moss clung to the area where the cat had been crouching and Leatherstar growled softly. What was the Regime doing so far within his mountain territory? Were they even trained to move and fight or hunt in the uneven snow covered land?
He ran and pounced with his claws unsheathed. He didn't climb trees very often but as the youngest deputy in WinterClan's history he would climb the trees to get away from the glares of disapproval and jealousy. The cat was much more nimble than he and had a head start he could see their tail bouncing behind them in the distance. He looked down and caught Barrenfrost's eye and jerked his head towards the area the cat was headed. Had they panicked when they took to the branches? They weren't headed back to the Regim's territory. They were headed for the meadow where the arena was. They could cut them off there. Where the trees ended.
The tree line got lower and the cat ahead seemed to take notice that the light filtering through the woods were brightening, a field was up ahead. Right when the ebony black she-cat seemed to be at the another point to leap across to another branch she instead kept running and without even a moment to slow down she slid painfully a bit against the tree, but caught her claws on the trunk and kept running down the tree. Barrenfrost dove for her right as she leapt over his head off the trunk and past him. It was too late for Barrenfrost who face planted into his second tree this week. The she-cat continued on, but Barrenfrost was seeing stars and likely would have to catch up behind Leatherstar. The good news was the cat was on ground level, out in daylight. A setting Regime cats weren't used to especially in such climates. She was just lucky she had longish fur.
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Post by Primordialhaze on Dec 30, 2018 13:46:40 GMT -5
Leatherstar, being aware of the cut off for the trees and just how close the ground was below had chosen to run to the end of the last branch reaching out over the field and launching off its end and into the soft ground below. Bending his legs he braced for the impact. The muscles on his shoulders taunt as he landed, then stretching out as he reached forward to grain new traction and race after the black cat. He could see them more clearly now.
The soft curve of her back and head indicated a female, maybe a small male, but Leatherstar was leaning more towards female. She must have simply been curious of the territory or clan because she clearly had no idea where she was. Soon she would reach the arena and its large stone circle. He flicked his tail to Barrenfrost to catch up as he ducked into the tall grasses and choose to make a wide arch to the arena.
"I have no quarrel with you or the Regime! I swear I just want to talk!"
The cold air was slowing down everything in her body and when she stopped for a moment she was seeing double. She turned around, appearing off balanced. Her gaze was shallow so no emotion could sink into her eyes. Her breath poured out like smoke from a shadowy dragon. At a distance she was gorgeous. Fox figured with a stance that said bow down to your queen and her eyes that glinted like blue diamonds. As they neared closer though they could tell she was maimed, covered in scars and lacerations. One ear brutally torn and the other by the grace of god had somehow healed right at the edge to keep it from falling off, it looked like a scab swaying loosely in the wind like at any moment it could fall clean off. One leg looked so torn that it was more skin than black fur, but the rest of her seemed lightly scarred. Like someone took time scarring her choosing when to make it hurt and leave a mark.
Barrenfrost was close behind, but still at a slight distance from Leatherstar.
"I-I-I'm Xuxa," She said, he could feel her voice more than hear it.
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Post by Primordialhaze on Jan 11, 2019 21:37:27 GMT -5
"Xuxa." He rolled her name off his tongue and seemed to linger on it longer than appropriate. Her heart rate should have slowed by now, since he had leapt from the trees and landed in the tall snow peppered grass. But it still beat fast in his broad chest. He took a few steps closer, tentative, not wanting to scare her off. Though he wondered if the exotic she-cat was more likely to stand and fight him then run at this point. "I am Leatherstar." He blinked matching emerald orbs in consideration. He knew Barrenfrost may have a few argumentative statements about how he hadn't punished the intruder already.
"Xuxa, why are you in WinterClan? Are you lost?n Or perhaps a spy?" he arched a brow his ears perking.
