Calico and Needle

[okami129]

Can I tell you a secret?
And in return you must not tell anyone
You must hold it with your life
You must swear on it
And if you're lying I'll make you swallow
One thousand needles
Since Crystal pretty much quit and gave us prmission to kill Rainfrost, I'm taking over roleplaying her.))

Songfeather rasped her tongue lovingly over Mudfur's forehead, pale green eyes blinking drowsily. She had left Icepaw at the medicine cat den and went to visit her mate. The calico yawned and flicked an ear, "I'm going to eat something." Her pale gaze shifted around the warrior den, focusing on a certain fluffy gray cat. "Oh, Rainfrost~ Would you like to come with me?" Songfeather stood up and padded to the mouth of the den, breathing in the wintry air. Something about the scent in the air was eerie, but she couldn't quite put her paw on it. She waited for Rainfrost to follow or say that she wasn't hungry.

The silver she-cat was resting within the den, a paw over her face to allow her the ability to block out the thawing snow of ending leaf-bare. A bit of the slush fell on her nose while she was outside which scared her in here to rest again. Can't stretch her legs without getting snow on her, geez. A voice called her, though familiar she still woke with a flinch as her claws prodded her muzzle. She retracted those claws quickly and looked around groggily. Fortunately her awakener was her allie, Songfeather. "Songfeather!" She purred with a smile, perking up. She got to her paws again and began to walk forward, nearing the calico. "Sure, where do you want to go?"

[FusedHearts]

(( Are we continuing the roleplay on FH or just picking up on the forum again? ))

"The freshkill pile," The calico answered with a half-smile, "I'm starved." With a swish of her tail, she stepped out of the den and led the she-cat to the pile of flesh and bones. Breathing in the scent of the food made her mouth water, especially the fish that smelled of catmint. Had the creek melted already? Perhaps one of the warriors had gone down and fished. Songfeather purposefully left the fish alone for Rainfrost, much as she would like to sink her teeth into the fresh kill. The calico selected a plump vole and brushed off the frost that gathered on it's blood smeared fur. She laid down and tore into the small animal, her eyes closing contently.

"Damn," Ivorythorn muttered, flicking an ear in Lizardpaw's direction. She hoped he hadn't heard her small involuntary outburst. Despite her earlier confidence in the plan, she was still anxious. Would both of the she-cats avoid the fish, and the plan fail? Songfeather had already chosen something else. Calm down... So far everything has fallen into place. If something goes wrong... Her claws slowly slid unsheathed, I might have to resort to desperate measures. Her ears perked at Lizardpaw's antics, and when she glanced over briefly to see what he was doing, she wasn't surprised to see a rose and a rabbit by her side. Sighing, she turned back to the task at hand.