[Willie Warf]

Originally Posted by Naiad

Iceblood was miserable. She'd been miserable for so many moons she'd lost track, frankly she deserved better. She had been a queen when she was alive, respected as a warrior, popular among toms, and, in her opinion, the prettiest cat in the territory. Yet here she was, all because of one rotten tom, whom she cursed every day she existed in this gloomy forest full of washed-up cats. She scowled down at the ground from where she lounged in a scraggly tree as she bitterly recalled her living days.

The molly stood and stretched, swiping her pink tongue over her red-tinted maw. Her ears flicked as a gentle rustle caught her her attention, finally something to entertain her. She leaped from the gaunt shrub to the ground gracefully and scanned to forest floor with her pinkish-blue gaze for whatever may have made the sound. She took one step forward so she was better illuminated by the soft glow that came from the mushrooms which crowded around the trunk of the tree. Really, who were they to call them trees? They were dried up twigs, but were the closest things they had to trees. The skinny branches probably wouldn't even be suitable for climbing if the cats around here weren't half-starved.

"Has someone come to visit?" Iceblood rasped, her voice low and grating. Her eyes swept the surrounding thicket once more, the shadows were good for hiding. If she didn't consider herself as intimidating as she did, then she might be worried about her pristine white pelt giving her away. But she feared few cats, even here, and preferred to stand out among the dismal weald. Let cats come find her, she enjoyed a good fight. Perhaps that's what this was, a challenger. The she-cat smirked at the prospect.

@QueenCocaHead

Beetle observed the old she-cat from the very thing she was scowling at; the trees. He among a few cats he trained knew how to navigate the dead things without being seen. He watched with amusement as the old queen searched for him, quite impressed with her scene of smell. He leaped around in the trees viewing the queen from all angles. She looked quite able-bodied, if he were a weaker cat, he might have backed away by now. Unfortunately for her, he wasn't. He immediately spotted several of her weak points

"Just an admirer....for now. Why? Would you like to fight?" He called, his voice bouncing off the dead pieces of wood, seemingly coming from everywhere. He smirked as he awaited the queen's response.