The Birth of the Treason

[Blackie]

The color-pointed warrior padded through the grass lands, his mind fixed on his Clan. He needed to hunt now, heir were queens who needed to be fed and warriors who were tired from patrols. Yet for all his good intentions, Ferretpelt's heart was hate filled and angry. He had always been so, but now more than ever his hostility was rising. His Clan deserved more. WindClan was the only thing Ferretpelt had truly love, and now ambition coaxed him to gain his leader's favor and climb in ranks. He needed an apprentice first, that was the warrior code. Oh, but how he hated young cats. Always fidgeting and getting into mischief, never listening. He hadn't been such a nuisance when he was young.
Ferretpelt's thoughts were interrupted by a rustle in the grass. His black colored ears angled forward and his icy eyes narrowed.
"Who's there? he demanded.

[Cinder.and.Flightfall]

Tall grass whipped at the small she-cat, her light tortoiseshell pelt standing out well against the green coloring. Orange amber eyes peered silently ahead, watching the color-pointed tom as he hunted. The scent of WindClan wafted off the tom in waves, nearly making the pretty longer gag in disgust. She moved with stealth, even if she was walking only on three legs. Her ears remained pinned back against her head, eyes narrowing into slits as she watched the tom.

Ariona had changed a lot. No longer was she the shy, quiet and kind little loner kit. Sure, she still had that kindness in her heart that would come out on rare moments, and yes Kodiak's taunts still got her enraged. She smirked. Ari and her brother had always been like rivals; though in her mind it was always Kodi who started the fight. Even her pelt was a bit different. No longer were the same dark tortoiseshell colorings that her mother possessed her pelt color. As she grew, the colors began to fade a bit, making them much lighter and more calico-like. Yes, she was different, but she was still Ariona, daughter of Niche and Sakura, and sister to Kodiak, Granite, Pulse and Flare.

Ariona forced the thoughts out of her mind, continuing to watch the clanner with rather curious eyes. Most clanners hunted in groups, didn't they? She saw the hunger for power, the ambition in the tom's eyes. It interested her greatly. In her curiousity, Ariona had taken a mis-step and allowed the grass around her to rustle. The tom's anxious demand echoed in her ears, but she did not show herself. Instead, Ariona crouched even lower in the tall grass. Life had been so boring. Maybe now she could have a bit of fun.

[Blackie]

Ferretpelt


The cream and brown-pointed tom glared at the grasses with flinty, blue eyes. He could just smell an intruder. Angrily, he curled his lip.
"I know your there!"he snarled.

ooc:gtg, add more later, mabye!