My Dearest Friend (Private)

[Captain]

Froststar * The Queen * To Rule

Froststar was seeing red, but, it wasn't blood lust that clouded her vision. For a she-cat with grace, visions of enemies falling dead into the snow didn't fit. She would never imagine blood flowing and staining the pure white snow beneath her paws. No, Froststar had a different reason for craving a deep ginger: nostalgia.

Waking up in the middle of the night, Froststar still had faint traces of her dream stuck in her head. Mostly it was a memory. It took place after she learned what confidence really was, but still before Patchstar named her a warrior. Even though she still held the name ‘paw, Frostpaw had outgrown it. Her stubborn predecessor made sure Frostpaw rotted in the apprentice den as long as possible.

Sick and tired of the younger, dumber company she was forced to endure, Frostpaw snuck out. For the first time she made her way through FireClan. She crept through the dark, and for the first time she learned what adrenaline really was. Consumed by the thrill of being caught, she reached the edge of FireClan before realizing it. What stood right at the border, changed her.

It was a small red cat. Pretty and crimson under the dark of night, with long silky strands of hair, the kittypet stood on the scent markers. With a nervous jingle of her bell, the she turned towards Frostpaw. Her eyes widened as she saw the FireClanner, as if there was nothing more frightening. Speechless, her mouth gaped open yet no words came out. Frostpaw found that she was also without words. Here was a cat who was brave enough to sneak out, trembling in fear at the sight of another. It was jaw dropping.

After her moment of hesitation, Frostpaw found that words came back so easily. She charmed and twisted her way into the kittypet’s heart, but just as she was about to go for the kill, a voice boomed behind her. Turning with an innocent smile, Frostpaw found her mentor glaring down. Patchstar had never been this mad before, and within moments, the red kittypet was scared off and Frostpaw was being led back to camp with a lecture. Patchstar tried using the warrior code. Then she tried threats to teach her lesson. In the end, Froststar was never punished nor did she even learn. Instead she decided to practice how to cover her tracks. 

Now, as a full grown leader no one was able to catch her.

Mulling over the memory led Froststar down a familiar path. Even though FireClan had moved, the white leader was already used to secret trails. Each turn was automated and Froststar spent her walk mindlessly staring at the grey covered sky. Each cloud looked like it was being dragged across the sky. Guts were spilled in the form of puffs branching out from the cloud. In the distance they seemed to rain down to the ground and encapsulate the world in a bleak net. Yet, snow flakes still fell softly: as if they were blind to the world. Like gentle butterflies, they landed on her fur. Dissolving seamlessly into her coat, Froststar was slowing getting wetter and colder.

Finally she stopped. Her unconscious mind had led her towards the bleak and gloomy forest of RavenClan. Froststar could hear branches shake rhythmically as a soft wind blew past. Overlapping trees made RavenClan territory disappear into shadows. But, between the trees and snow, Froststar could see red.

With a devious snicker, the leader realized who was wearing a pelt that looked like blood.

“My dear old friend, how has RavenClan been? Must be so lonely there without me.”

No wonder her unconscious mind had lead her to RavenClan. Distant thoughts of a red kittypet from moons ago had made Froststar nostalgic. As an apprentice the leader had found the brightest shade of red in the fur of little Gorsestrike. If he was female, he could have been Froststar's perfect partner: even if he was a traitor.

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Notes: Feel free to ignore like half of that haha
Words: 666 rip
Tags: Bern for Gorsestrike

[Bern]

| Gorsestrike | RavenClan | male | 46 moons |

The sound of a soft wind acompanied with the rythmically clonk of branches hitting against each other turned the forest into song, robbed only of the lead melody birdsong would gift it with when New Leaf came around. However eerie the song of the leaf bare forest may sound to an outsider, however ominous the shadows of RavenClan kept most intruders away, to the red tom it sounded and felt like home. He may have grown up with the plains and open skies of FireClan, yet not one moment had he regretted leaving, the narrow standing trees being more welcoming than anything before.
His only regret of course was the loss of his son. What good was a chosen home when the only cat that mattered, that was supposed to be his to form and mold, resided just out of his reach. Gorsestrike had compensated with a new litter of kits, new young cats that would fill that role. Yet he was doomed to be dissatisfied until Foxtooth was either his or no one's.
Only half a moon ago had he attempted to make the decision easier on Foxtooth by getting rid of the cat he assumed had been his son's mate. Turned out he had confused the real Mousewhisker with his brother Acornpaw. Gorsestrike's brother Emberleap had so 'kindly' filled him in on the gaps. Foxtooth had been attacked by a rouge and was bound to the medicine den for the time being.
This had put a damper on Gorsestrike's rather murderous streak and patrols at the FireClan border, however he still came here to check for his son's scent or his brother's to find out wether or not his son was fit to walk again and wether or not he needed more incentive to make the right choice and join him and his new siblings in RavenClan.
It would be fun to match Harekit against Foxtooth like he had inteded.
His deep red fur was slightly ruffled by the wind, his green gaze swept towards the plains of FireClan's new territory as he noticed the movement of a cat, almost invisible with her white pelt on the white background of snow and grey clouds. She was already very close and had definetely noticed him too as he was not in the shadows, his pelt sticking out like a drop of blood on the white canvas.
He raised an eyebrow as Froststar let out a rather devious snicker and greeted him.
He could not help a the beginning grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
He had known this cat for the most part of life, all his life safe the part spent in RavenClan to be exact. He had known her as a nervous, shy kit and seen her grow into a clever cat that used her charm and position to mess with cats. Out of all of FireClan's leaders she was by far the most entertaining and the most agreeable one. Besides that they had shared some sort of understanding for each other, despite -or maybe because of- her apparent immunity to his natural charm and good looks.
He casually checked for more FireClan cats and when he decided that the white molly must have come here by herself his green gaze took in her lithe frame. Froststar's friendly, teasing tone stoof in contrast to his knowledge of her dislike towards RavenClan especially. However, he chose to amuse her, yet his tone was rather monotone and flat as he said:
"Dreadfully lonely, dear"
He searched her gaze and found blue eyes looking at him. They were still the most brilliant blue eyes he had ever seen. A pity really that she had evaded his charm so easily. With a leader's kit in FireClan he may have had the influence ha had hoped to have on politics back then.
"Knowing you so far away really spoils the fun I could have in these lovely woods"
He shifted his paws, moving closer to her.

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[Captain]

Froststar * The Queen * To Rule

Watching as Gorsestrike’s face turned into a devilish smile, Froststar felt like giggling. All of this was too perfect. Her body felt hot despite the chill of leafbare. It seemed as if the snow around her was melting. Each falling snowflake sizzled on contact. Flicking her tail, Froststar raised her head to look at the RavenClanner. It was very fortunate to run into him tonight. Like a perfect droplet of blood, Gorsestrike stood out against the white and grey forest. His deep green eyes reminded Froststar of the disgusting warmth of greenleaf and she loved it.

His monotone broke through the quiet of the night. There was nothing but their voices and the background music of the forest. With the smallest of footsteps, the tom moved closer. Flicking her ear, Froststar watched him. Strong as ever, Gorsestrike seemed more muscular than before. In FireClan he was a fierce warrior, but now he seemed like more than that. As if mirroring him, Froststar stepped. Each pawprint she left would soon be covered up by the snow. No traces of her edging right up against the border would be left. Snow muted the scents of FireClan and RavenClan, yet Froststar could still feel the tender hint of pine as she got closer.

Goorsestrike was a curious existence. Froststar had once seen him as a friend, and slowly she grew to realize how cruel he was. Then for a while, the two were very fond of each other. He seemed ambitious and, though Froststar never really knew what he planned to do, she eagerly waited to see what would happen.

Still though, as she looked him up and down, Froststar remembered bitter memories of playing as an apprentice. She faintly remembered all of the times she tripped and fell right on her face. The memory of the grime and dust from falling so much made her skin crawl. Little Frostpaw didn’t know how the world worked. The fresh emotional leader apprentice had no idea how many cats would step on her. That pressure built and built until finally, Frostpaw snapped. In a way, Froststar was grateful that her past self had been so cruelly broken apart. Perhaps if FireClan wasn’t so unkind, Froststar would have grown up to be a kind and fair leader.

As if tapping her feet to the rhythm of the wind, Froststar stepped through the snow. Walking towards the source, the gentle gust blew her fur back and kept it evenly in place. Just before her, branches creaked like sorrowful violins and birds sang in tune.
It was a wonderful night for a dance, and Froststar moved into position. The white she-cat stepped on the invisible border. She felt a shiver roll through her body but she looked calm. Her tail waved slowly to the beat. The end flicked back and forth; ready to play.

“Lonely indeed…” Froststar curled her words into a purr. “Lucky for you, I’m here now.”

Stepping closer, she tilted her head with mock curiosity. Everything about the way she spoke and moved was all a practiced routine. Froststar could guess why Gorsestrike was here. Looking for his son. “Do you always venture so close to FireClan territory? Looking for something perhaps?”

Having just named the warrior, Froststar lamented how she missed the chance to milk his ceremony. She had already sparked massive amounts of drama, but the tender anticipation of getting to Brindleburr’s naming had caused her to overlook the son of infamous traitor Gorsestrike. It would have been lovely to drop a cruel word to two to see if any cats would jump on Foxwhisker’s heritage. FireClanners were always looking for something to get riled up about. They would tear apart crossclan relationships like vultures and feast on the children of traitors. All the while, Froststar would watch them with intense glee.

Smiling, she focused on her target. “Don’t worry, I won’t tattle on you… you are my dear friend afterall~”

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[Bern]

| Gorsestrike | RavenClan | male | 46 moons |

His foresty green gaze was trained intently on the FireClan leader. As she flicked her tail, his gaze flicked towards her behind, only for the shortest of moments before he watched her raise her head to look at him better. His tail tip twitched slightly as he observed her every move and expression.
Knowing Froststar, he would guess that she was rather pleased to run into him tonight. The white molly was known to wander and look for sources of entertainment. She did seem to be drawn towards the dramatic, more often than not being the driving force behind it herself. And if he remembered correctly, Froststar was rather fond of the snow, his best guess being that it allowed her to scout the world around her almost unnoticed. A grave contrast to the way she stood out in every other season.
As she mirrored him, stepping up to the invisible devide between them, he thought he could detect glee in her perfectly blue eyes. They shimmered underneath the pale moonlight that filtered through the twirling snow flakes. Eventhough he knew exactly where she was, if he let his eyes unfocus for just a second, the lithe white cat seemed to melt into the surroundings. It was almost sureal.
A blast of wind drifted from deep within the forest, flattening her fur and ruffling up his. Subconsciously the russet tom turned his head away from the back draught, so that his ears would remain free to hear the world around him and most importantly the Emotional Leader of FireClan that waved her tail slowly. It took him a lick of a moment to realize that this movement matched the beat of twigs and branches being clapped together by the night's wind.
His green eyes ablaze he leaned towards her. Her body language spoke of playfulness and he shall be damned if he wasn't ready to engage in Froststar's little games. It had been a while and decisions, borders and hurt feelings had kept them apart for almost a full turn of seasons now but Gorsestrike wasn't hesitant to dance the tango yet again.
When she spoke again, her words where curled into a purr and his left eyebrow jumped upwards. She stepped closer, her head tilted curious. But that did nothing to fool him. He had seen her move and speak like that in the past, interogating cats, getting to the "juicy" bits and information. His gaze did not waver nor did he back down.
His eyelids twitched, narrowing his eyes momentarily as she asked him wether he was looking for something.
Ah.
There it was. She had guessed his intentions, once more read his thoughts. Back when he had been with FireClan it had appeared to him she knew him better than even his own brother did. Of course he had always thought of Emberleap as kind of an idiot when Froststar was far from it.
His lips curled slightly backwards as he surpressed an annoyed growl.
He wouldn't give her that. He knew she got her kick out of meeting him, toying with him.
Thus he sat back when she called him her "dear friend", allowing his face to display a mild smile and his ears to twitch as if at ease. He lifted his left front paw and gave its back four calculated licks.
"Glad the distance did not put a damper on our special bond", he chuckled, putting down the paw. His voice was a purr and his facial expression could have been mistaken for affection as he blinked at Froststar slowly. It was his time to take the lead in their little dance and he cocked his head in what would have been a seducing manner was she not immune to his charm as he leaned into her.
"I assume you are taking good care of my kit?" His tone was light and his words innocent enough. Yet there was an edge to his tone, an underlying threat that accompanied them.

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Notes: 666, BABEE!! woot woot
ooc: 666 words and 666 posts.