[Fel]

Originally Posted by Crow

it had certainly been a while.

a while since thorn had been able to just sit and ponder, that was. since her exile, it had gotten much harder to just have a bit of alone time, especially since there was no one to help her hunt, or protect her territory. still, perhaps she was better off this way. at least the moronic warriors who'd driven her out could no longer bother her.

russetswirl was a leader now- that was perhaps the worst part of the whole situation. to have her own rightfully earned position taken by her brother. her brother- who'd never been the smartest or least naive of cats, was now in charge of riverclan. in all likelihood, the clan was slowly dying under his command. she didn't really care, though- in fact, the ones who were still there probably deserved it in any case.

letting out a huff, the rogue stretched her limbs forward, feeling the muscles in her lean back tighten. she might have to go out hunting soon, yet again. the lack of a fresh-kill pile was such a nuisance. still, for a moment, she could relax.

@fenic!

russetstar had grown a lot smarter ever since having realized how terrible his sister was. perhaps it was hard to accept that evil lay right under one's own nose, but the tom had managed the feat, much to his own surprise. thornfrost and bucknight had been overthrown, exiled, and he had been chosen to take the place of a leading figure by starclan themselves, something that left him both daunted and accepting of his sister's departure from the clan. he had cared for her, and she had done nothing but taunt and reject him from the family, along with his jerk of a brother, snakevoice. it was a little strange, wasn't it? he was the only one left in the clan, perhaps who you'd call the purest of heart.

was that why he was walking into rogue territory, why he was hunting past borders with some sort of curiosity to what led before him? he had survived the dark era with a stable head on his shoulders. perhaps challenging the fates was something he could scrape away with, because although he hadn't had the best of luck lately concerning cricketpaw's death and the war between two neighboring clans, he'd certainly been the luckiest of his own family. his paws forced their way through the gentle grasses leading to the territory, unable to recognize his sister's rogue scent after all these moons.

and so when the chausie padded through the area, his eyes widened at the sight of a rather familiar figure, paws tensing up. it couldn't be her. oh, goodness no. starclan, not now. "...who's there?"