[Rose]

 

Originally Posted by Levi 99

SHADE FROST

(SHADOWCLAN GUARD)

(SHADOWCLAN'S
STRONGEST)

AGATHA KITTY | ACTIVE, BEEFED UP (T3) | ACTIVE, MIND READER | ACTIVE, SILVER TONGUE | ACTIVE

Shadefrost sat silently in the clearing, guarding the entrance to the camp with half closed eyelids as the rest of his clan went about their daily lives. It was a boring morning. Something the tom hadn't been used to as of late. In most cases he would have already been across the Thunderclan border, attempting to bury a cat in the ground before going deeper to find another. But, unfortunately, he was stuck in camp wasting his time because others couldn't do their jobs. It was just a little bit annoying to think about, but at the end of the day Shade hardly cared. Someone would come to relieve him of his post soon enough, and after he'd go and cause trouble. Life would go on, and very little (if anything) would change.

Suddenly, the tom piped up slightly, the voice of a familiar cat carrying over to him. Was that…? No, of course not. She wouldn't say that, not with her predicament. Still, Shade turned his head, his curiosity tugging fiercely at him. His eyes widened in slight disbelief as they registered the Shadowclan molly. So it was her. Well there’s something you don't see everyday. Questions flooded the tomcats perspective mind, the ones demanding attention first being; Was she alright? And, Was she mentally fatigued? And, Don’t tell me she’s lost her mind? But the longer Shade’s gaze rested on her, the more… Stable, she appeared to be. Well at least she didn’t seem like there was anything wrong with her, but then again appearances could be deceiving.

By no means did Shadefrost care what Larkfire did with her time. It wasn't his place, nor was it really interesting to him. But the medicine cat, y’know the one responsible for keeping entire clans alive, was a little different in that regard. Shadefrost gave a deep sigh of irritation, well at least he didn’t feel bored anymore. “I’m not sure if it’s just because you’re an idiot or forgetful,” he began his voice loud enough to travel across the clearing, “but do you really think the best thing for you to be doing right now is engaging someone in a battle of claws and teeth?”

Lostspark
She/Her | Purrks Overlook

When Bubblebunny didn't bother reply, Lostspark's mood seemed to sour even further. So much for trying to get herself and her Clanmates in shape. She supposed they were lazy enough to not want to even practice spar. Or something like that. Could she really give them the benefit of doubt when they so clearly were not actively participating?

Scowling like a moody teenager (what, her? never! ..kinda) at Bubblebunny, Lostspark only tore her attention from the ShadowClan warrior when a particularly loud (and irritating, let's not forget irritating) voice had her swiveling around to face in that direction almost on habit. Because, well, she'd constantly been turning towards voices since she'd gone blind, at the very least to make her patients feel like she was listening to them. Now, though, Lostspark turned the full force of her unhappy mood on Shadefrost, frustration sparking in her blood.

"I'm doing perfectly okay, thank you for asking Shadefrost." Lostspark drawled sarcastically. "And for your information, I am neither an idiot nor forgetful." She deadpanned. "I asked for a mock spar. You know, without the claws and teeth you mentioned? I'm not a simpleton, I have no intention of wasting ShadowClan's herbs." Unintentionally, her gaze flitted over the warrior, a Medicine Cat's critical eyes assessing for wounds. Huh. So Shadefrost actually had not gotten hurt over the last few moons, which explained his lack of visitations. Which... why the hell did she care? As far as Lostspark was concerned, the dark-furred warrior was a pain in the tail. Or so she attempted to convince herself. "Not dead yet, I see." Was all that got past Lostspark's lips eventually. "Your starry ancestors aren't having any mercy on me in this regard, then."