Thoughts... Hunting... Death.

[Silverstream]

Twilightsilver slipped out of the dens in NightClan camp, or at least as much of a camp as you could call it. NightClan, like her, had no use for Clan ways, and therefore had no use for Clan things, such as a camp, a fresh-kill pile, or even the weak cats. Twilightsilver's face hardened at those thoughts. Nothing in the world would prevent memories from returning to her mind. They floated like cotton whisps on the breeze, nearly invisible. One stray thought even close to that memory would send it hurtling toward you as if a tornado-caliber wind had suddenly picked up. This of course never stopped her from trying. Twilightsilver quickly banished those Clan thoughts from her mind. She was beginning to grow practiced at destroying those memories, or at least on a good day. Some days, she would wonder about her mother, or her deserter father. Her hardened liquid silver face shattered as an ugly snarl came to her face. That no good father! she spat in her head. He has done nothing but cause me trouble! She moved quickly forward throught the forest, after standing like a boulder at its edge. Her paws made small billowing clouds of dust come up, and in her anger, she let her feet fall heavier than usual. It was a drier season than most, and she was angry at that father of hers. Suddenly, Twilightsilver seemed to crack, and she grinned. Not one of your happy-go-lucky Clan cat grins. No, This was a smirk filled with malice, her bright aquamarine eyes betrayed the scorn, hate and dripping malevolence. She closed her eyes, and surged forward into the memory of her father. This memory made her strong. It made her cunning, and a capable NightClan cat. Immediately, her pawsteps ceased to make noise, and she moved as silently and as effortlessly as quicksilver. Hate burned through her eyes, and she decided to go hunting. Hunting for a cat.

((I'll make a loner to kill, 'cuz I don't really want to kill a Clan cat. Or I could just say I killed a cat, and not name it, if that's legal.))

[ARTEMISxxx]

((Hey,I can make an apprentice.I wouldn't mind 'sacrificing' it.Or a loner,if that's what you prefer.))

[Silverstream]

((Either or... Go ahead!))

[ARTEMISxxx]

((K,I'll start on the bio.))

[Silverstream]

((I look forward to seeing it! But I'll be gone all next week... G2g!))

[ARTEMISxxx]

A black tom weaved in and out of the tall grasses, crystal blue optics gleaming in the dim light. Dark pupils were stretched to their limit in attempt to see all that was possible in the shade of the vegetation. Muscles rippled under the tom's thin layer of fur, and the feline's skin was plastered to his build. Ribs clearly showed against the cat's peltage, and his eyes were set in hollow caverns. The tom's ears seemed entirely too large for his miniscule head, and his legs seemed to sag,seemingly with the pure effort of movement.One thing did seem threatening about this cat,though.
His razor sharp hooked claws and his long fangs that he bared at everything that possessed movement.He was dubbed Strife, and he was a loner.Searching for trouble, some would say. But no, that was not Strife's objective, and never was.The tom stiffened momentarily,sensing another presence in the same area. Ears perked,he crept low to the ground and swerved his head from side to side, clearly wondering from which way the scent had come forth.To no avail,he stalked forward cautiously,tail tucked underneath him to hide as much as his scent as possible from the other cat occupying the same feild.

[Silverstream]

Twilightsilver perked up suddenly. Upon scenting the air with a much more sensitive nose, she detected a tom, not to much farther to her right. A malevolent sneer cracked through her face, and she faded off the cat's location like a ghost, not making a sound. The rays of sunlight in this field were unavoidable, and caused Twilightsilver's pelt to gleam, appearing like a newly polished rock in the light of a full moon. Slowly she circled back to crouch in the tall grasses roughly 20 feet straight ahead of the tom and downwind. Suddenly, the breeze turned, flowing sideways across her back. The breeze did not carry her scent to this pathetic cat, but instead made the grasses around her noisy, and it would most likely alert the cat she planned to kill. Silently, Twilightsilver cursed herself, and waited for the wind to pass, all the while her blue eyes were burning through the grasses like daggers, straight to the tom's sagging pelt.

[ARTEMISxxx]

The tom turned clumsily around to face the rustling grass, the sudden noise alerting his senses and screaming for him to run.Only self control managed to calm him down, and the fur on his shoulders once more lay flat. Optics narrowed in sudden suspicion, he padded forward slowly, paws making the slightest sound on the tall stalks of grass.
Creeping forward, he reached out a paw to flatten the grass, but a shrill squeak interrupted and startled him altogether.What in the name of StarClan was that?
Though the feline had no beliefs in spiritual cats, especially those relating to the beliefs of the Clan cats, he enjoyed using the name in vain, and guilty pleasure spread through him like a terrible disease. Tail waving pleasantly for a moment, his thoughts immediately traveled back to the shrill squeak,

Looking down towards where his paw had previously rested, he gazed upon the scared gaze of a mouse, literally frightened half to death by the tom, however small in size and build he may be. Eagerly reaching down to deliver the killing blow to the rodent, his audits swerved in the direction of the rustling grass again.
That much racket wouldn't be caused simply by the rustling of grass together...
His blood ran cold as the wind blew towards him, and along with it carried a stench that he knew all too well.

NightClan.

[Silverstream]

Twilightsilver felt the sudden change in wind, and smirked. Now the tom would know she was here. Her quicksilver coat flattened against her frame, making her seem much more thin than she would normally. The breeze stopped, and Twilightsilver could smell his fear-scent coming off of him in waves. Her smirk widened, and she lifted a silver appendage, slowly advancing her body forward. Her lighter bellyfur brushed silently against the dry, crumbling earth. Soon, she was only a few rabbit hops away from the tom. She had placed herself strategically(sp?); and came up from behind the tom. Now, thought Twilightsilver. Should I attack, or scare him first? Her thoughts however had already been decided before she had even thought "now". The tom knew she was here, so she could taunt him a bit before killing him. She spoke, her voice just above a whisper, and seeming to come from every direction.

"What are you here for?"

After speaking, she slunk like a snake to the opposite side of the cat she was tormenting. Her pelt moved like a shadow, and she seemed to blend into the very ground itself. Her form did not touch a blade of grass, but instead seemed like calm water; making no noise at all.

"Why do you come?"

Fast as lightning, she creapt(sp?) to another side of the tom, and and awaited his response. She had done a good job on that, and made nary a sound, even through all those grasses. Twilightsilver could be silent, and totally unnoticably(sp?) silent, if she chose to be.

[ARTEMISxxx]

Fur stood atop his shoulders once more, and ears lay flat against his skull. A long, deep hiss escaped his throat, along with a menacing snarl, but actions were what mattered in this situation-not sounds from the maw of a cat.
"What are you here for?"
THe voice sounded like the cold hiss of a snake, and made his blood run as cold as ice. Light opticals stared at where the voice had sounded, and Strife had no idea that the source had already moved to the other side of him.
He was about to reply when another cold sound reverberated throughout the small area.

"Why do you come?"
Was the new question.Lips curled back in another snarl, white ivories were bared in a gesture of malice and hatred towards the cat that taunted him so.NightClan cats...He reflected upon his knowledge of them.
'They eat cats, and sometimes even badgers!'
Duh, a kit would know that!
He scolded himself for not listening to the rumors of the Clan cats that drifted through the barriers of trees or some other landform that proteted their camp.
'As horrifying as the Night itself...'
he remembered an old battlescarred warrior saying to his apprentice.
Hence the name, NightClan.
For his ignorance, he would most possibly suffer the ultimate punishment...

Death.

[Silverstream]

Twilightsilver kept circling the tom, looking for a point to attack. Her body seemed to flow like quicksilver through the grasses, hardly stirring a stalk. Silver-blue optics pierced through the reeds, straight to her target's pelt. Silver, black-tipped audits swiveled left and right, picking up faint traces of noise, and making sure that she was absolutely silent. Lissom quicksilver paws made a steady soft padding, the sound of water soaking into dry ground. As she circled, she subconscously dropped into a hunting crouch, lighter silver fur brushing lightly against the ground, as if it were no more than the sound of a feather on the wind. She saw her chance. Quick as a flash of lightning, she struck out at the tom's rear left flank, retreating before she even knew if her claws made contact.

"You still haven't answered my questions."

she said, after slinking over to another sid of the tom. This tom needed to have some gut. It would be no fun if he simply said 'Please don't kill me!' She would let him make the first move towards a real fight, but until then, continue to torture him.