' Yes, yes.. I'll see you in the entrance of the tribe once I finish, Feathertail. '
The dark silver tom nodded softly before seeing his sister trot over to Tawnypelt, ho was still recovering from that rat bite that she got in the journey towards Midnight, the badger that could talk cat tongue β She told them that the forest was going to be destroyed and that the clans would have to leave and work together, and now, the group was in a journey back to the familiar forest. Stormfur padded off from the cave behind the waterfall, following a bunch of lithe-prey hunters and two cave-guard's.
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Stormfur didn't know the territory, and the falcons around the mountain were dangerous enough for him to go alone. He noticed that most cats were giving him glances, but he decided to push that off. His soft paws rumbled against the hard ground, that was until he heard a rustle in some bushes.. that was when he leaped back, the time slowing down as he saw how the lithe-prey hunters were thorn apart by powerful fangs that digged in their fur's, killing them in one blow thanks to the fact that lithe-prey hunters were thinner than the cave-guard's. The two cave-guard's looked.. Surprised, fearful, and panicking.. Although they didn't hesitate on throw themselves towards the new enemy.
' No.. Nono..β ! '
Stormfur quickly approached the two bodies of the lithe-prey hunters, pressing his muscle against their flank individually, but there was no warmth nor pulse.. They were dead. This was bad. He retreated firmly, his eyes flashing with Fear.
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Stormfur watched as the new cat started to foolishly leap above the two massive cave-guard's, bitting off flesh from the neck from time to time until.. Stormfur saw how the two massive cats fell to the ground, their necks drowning in blood.. Was this Sharptooth, the enemy that the whole tribe of rushing water was worried about? Stormfur tensed his muscles quickly, his eyes widening but he was also determined. This cat could also hurt his sister, and he didn't want that.