Post by Lionstar on May 1, 2009 15:07:47 GMT -5
Rookpaw felt himself shoved forward by the iceball, paws thrown forward to stop his muzzle from crashing into the snow. He shook off the shock along with the ice and snow, whirling around to find his ginger opponent gone. The ebony tom narrowed his eyes, sniffing the air to find her scent. Oh, Echopaw would pay for that. Snow made the air clear and crisp, and her scent led him to a set of paw prints.
Ebony paws stalked over Echopaw's prints, gathering snow as he went. He paused to shake his head of the icy cold, pricking his ears. They swiveled as he identified the sound of a cat's heart beat. For a moment he wished he also had a bird's claws, to pick up the snowball. Instead, he braced himself and picked up the snowball gently with his teeth, racing around the edge of the Lookout Rock.
A battle-cry would have escaped his throat if it weren't from the snow blocking the way. Rookpaw flung the snowball at the patch of orange among white and brittle brown.
Ebony paws stalked over Echopaw's prints, gathering snow as he went. He paused to shake his head of the icy cold, pricking his ears. They swiveled as he identified the sound of a cat's heart beat. For a moment he wished he also had a bird's claws, to pick up the snowball. Instead, he braced himself and picked up the snowball gently with his teeth, racing around the edge of the Lookout Rock.
A battle-cry would have escaped his throat if it weren't from the snow blocking the way. Rookpaw flung the snowball at the patch of orange among white and brittle brown.
Lionstar!
