What To Do Now (Open)

[Lonewolf]

~~Lonewolf~~

It was hot, which was normal for this time of the year. Greenleaf always brought new prey, new life and new dangers, however this Greenleaf would be completely different from all the others. There would be fare less life to make it's way in each clan with the mass loss of life that had just transpired throughout the four clans that lived around the lake. Luckily the return of prey would stay the same, however with so little cats there would be enough to fatten up all the clans into laziness. And then the dangers: Foxes and badgers would attempt to settle in to the clan's territories, and with luck may be able to stay for a long time with the lack of undertrained warriors and apprentice. And of course the always looming threat of the Twolegs that resided on a couple of clan's territories during Greenleaf.

Emotionless amber pools narrowed onto it's target, a rather bushy tailed squirrel from Thunderclan's territory that had wandered past the border. Long legs crunched below the African wild cat's crouched body, the tom's long tail swayed behind him silently to help keep balance as he inched forwards. Shredded ears moved atop his head as he listened not only to the squirrel in front of him, but to his surroundings that included Thunderclan and Shadowclan, should a cat come by and spot him hunting on the border of the two. However, despite the battle scared tom being a rogue, his pelt still held a faint, sour scent of Shadowclan from all those moons ago when he was exiled.

Pulling himself forwards a couple more paw-steps, Lonewolf pushed upwards, sending him flying on top of the fuzzy rodent and sinking his black claws into it's throat, ending it's life before it managed to let out a high pitched squeal. Standing back up, liquid amber glaring at the dead body of he squirrel, he let out a sigh from his muzzle, from where his jagged fangs stuck out, making his scared face look more scary. One shredded stub of an ear twitched as he caught movement behind him. Glancing over a broad shoulder, Lonewolf scanned the surrounding area carefully, waiting for something or some-cat to step out. However, those amber pools widened the site of bushy red fur that ended with a white tipped tail and an ugly narrow snout that ironicly matched his own long, narrow snout.

Fox! The low grow echoed in Lonewolf's throat, however one was mimicked from the fox as this lanky creature stepped forwards, eyeing both the rogue and squirrel at his paws. "Come to play?" Lonewolf asked, his gruff and ragged voice snarled as his long black claws slid from his paws, narrowing his cold amber orbs as he gained an old familiar battle stance while facing down the canine in front of him, tail lashing.