Lucky Day ;OPEN;

[xx snakey]

Soft paws graced soft pin needles, a russet carpet in this place one may call home. Dark gray slid silently through a world of russet and white; pale, placid azure eys trained on an ebony prize. Set atop deep crimson, a call so alluring, like nails on a chalk board, Indigo stalked his prey slowly, careful not to let his limp give him away. His paws tread in almost silence, a light snow falling around him. The crow, his desired prey, was picking away at teh carcass of a dead rat, crowing occastionally to let others know that that was his carcass. Indigo smiled.

The great pines around him dimed all light, and heavy greyish white clouds hung over head, sending the forest into shadows even at mid day. His claws slid silently from his paws, tingling with antisipation. He started to run, the crows head bent and distracted over his prey. Bounding threw the layers of snow, flakes flying up at his heels with only a soft thump to alert some of his presence, he made a bee line toward the crow. The avian let out a startled cry, Indigo just inches from his prey, claws slashing out to stagger the black bird, before one powerful back leg vaulted him onto his prize, teeth and claws digging in, life blood pouring into his maw and filling him with energy. He lifted his stained muzzel, looking around and smiling before bending his neck to dig into the suculent meat of the ebony avian, his first meal in three days. But not before something came to his ears. The soft quadrupal thump of paw pads. He looked up, trying to find the sorce of the sound. There, a shape coming through the snow, destorted by the mid-day shadows. "Who's there?" His voice was gravely, masculine and pure. Not quite threatening, but wary.

[Silver]

"I think the better question is, Who are you, eating ShadowClan's prey?"

Nightstorm's deep, rumbling growl echoed briefly in the trees as he stepped out from behind a fern, drooping with the snow that had ever so lightly fallen. His sleek black fur glided smoothly over his muscles as he stalked up to the rouge, his tail lashing. Yellow-green eyes glittered darkly, revealing the tom's dangerous mood. "We don't take kindly to scum like you in these parts. Especially when you are stealing our prey," he hissed. Nightstorm paused a tail-length away, poised as if preparing to strike, his claws digging into the snow. The ShadowClan warrior quickly summed up his opponent. The thin, dark-grey tom hardly seemed a threat, what, with missing a leg and a tattered ear. If anything, he would strike up sympathy in a more tender-hearted cat. But then again, Nightstorm was not a very tender-hearted cat, true to the ShadowClan stereotype of being a mean, distrustful Warrior, living on the edges of the Warrior Code. Nightstorm sneered at the rouge, almost laughing at the stupidity of the situation. That is, if cats could laugh. Or if Nightstorm could laugh.

[xx snakey]

Indigo stiffened, the sight of this tom sending shivers up his spine. His pelt prickled, bristling. He could feel hsi ears pin back beside himself, his lips trying to curl up over his teeth. He held it back. "I apologize.I wasn't aware that this territory was claimed. But, it was my kill, and seeing as I haven't eaten in a few days, I think you can spare a bit of sympathy." He bent his head again to rip some of the feathers from the birds tough skin, spitting them into the snow. He looked back up at the new tom, wary and tense. "If I must, I will hunt for you as well." Though, he only half ment that. He hoped, saying that, the tom would left him eat and then he could hopefully run and hide somewhere. Indigo wasn't much of a coward, but in his weakened state, he wasn't going to take chances. Then a thought popped into his head while inspecting the tom's sleek, muscular body. "Your not one of those wild, forest cats I keep hearing about, are you?" He asked, a bit curious.

[Silver]

Nightstorm recoiled in disgust at the rouge's offer. "I am Nightstorm, warrior of ShadowClan. And I don't need you hunting for me. We Clan cats can take care of ourselves," he sniffed, tail lashing in fury. "But I'm afraid we can't spare even the slightest bit of prey in this weather. I don't care if you're cold and hungry; we have kits to feed, starving because their mothers can't produce enough milk," he snarled, slightly sarcastically at first. "I'll give you one last chance to get off our territory. If we catch you eating our prey again, you won't be let off so easily," Nightstorm relaxed slightly, but kept his aggressive stance. True, maybe in the deepest being of his soul he felt sympathetic for this worthless creature, but he had far more important things to take care off. And yes, he knew he was being rude and candid, but that was the way things were.

[xx snakey]

Indigo's pelt started to prickle, the fur on along hsi spine standing up. "Kits! Well, here boy! Take it!" He stepped away from the corw, offering it fully to the warrior. Kits! He'd do anything to help a poor kit! "Do you need any help? Hunting I mean? I'm sure your clan could use a few extra paws." His tone was worried, concerned for the lives of these cats. If he'd known there were kits involved he would have givin the crow to the tom much earlier. He loved kits, always always loved kits. He'd do anything to make sure they were fed, even if they weren't his.