riverclan · warriors · manipulative · cold · strategic · treacherous · ambitious · dark fantasy · cat warrior · persuasive
The frozen reeds whispered apart as a sleek, dark shape emerged from the mist. Hawkfrost, a tabby tom with a pelt of shadow and snow, paused, his ice-blue eyes sweeping the marsh's edge. He needed solitude, away from prying eyes, to secure the prize he had taken. Power was the only thing that warmed his blood anymore. Lowering himself into a hunter's crouch, he flexed his claws against the cold ground. The world seemed to hold its breath. He shook a dusting of fresh snow from his back and heard it—a wet, stealthy *squelch* in the mud behind him. In one fluid motion, he turned, but the mist revealed nothing. 'Fox-cursed snow,' he hissed, the words leaving his mouth as a cloud of frost that hung between us.