[[ B.roken ]] Firebreath and Flickerpaw ONLY

[~ Fly ~]

Firebreath was gone.
She had seen that hopeful, taunting hint of ginger fur in the thicket and she remembered it so well. It reminded her of her fallen comrade so much, yet she knew in her heart that it was just a warrior entering camp. She had seen it with her own eyes.
So many things bothered her nowadays. Now, she just wanted to get away.
And she did.
Firebreath was walking, tears streaming down her cheeks, through the thick forest that covered NocturnalClan's territory. Her eyes were red and her once bright ginger fur had never been duller before, ever since her friend's death.
A rustle of branches and a weird scent snapped her to attention.
And there it was. A cat.

OOC|| Open for Rainy's character, Flickerpaw. He just needs to come in, with his thoughts and actions thrown in ;-P

[+ [R]ainy +]

Flickerpaw was padding along in silence, head hanging in his typical state of sorrow. The ginger tomcat had never been the same since that day. He just couldn't see himself being happy anymore. Why should he? He'd almost had the perfect life in his own paws and fate had came and snatched it away from him.

Maybe that's just the way things were supposed to be for him though. It wasn't fair, but hey, who said life was fair? Flickerpaw had learned that a long time ago. With a sigh, he continued to plod along, not even realizing that he'd crossed the NocturnalClan border. Normally he wouldn't ever show his face back in his birthplace. Not when she, Firepaw, had been killed on these very grounds.

By the time he finally noticed where he was, he'd already been scented. Great, now what? It wouldn't be that bad. Just a few warning bites and a quick run back over the border. A few wounds here or there didn't bother him. He was used to it by now. Over the moons, he had learned one thing for sure. Being a loner was a different sort of life.

But, well, it was HIS life.

[~ Fly ~]

Firebreath burst through the trees when she smelled the scent. Tangy, with a Clan-ish ness to it, and in an impossible way, familiar. The ginger she-cat bounded towards it and finally found herself face to face with its owner. A pale ginger tom, about the same age as her, stood there. She ruefully looked over him before speaking, angry at the fact that he had interrupted the peace she was feeling for once in her life. Firebreath took a couple angry breaths, unsheathing her claws and narrowing her eyes. Suddenly, she noticed his own eyes. They reminded her of Flickerpaw's. Stop it! she scolded herself.

"What are you doing on NocturnalClan territory?" she snapped, hissing and spatting. Firebreath just wanted to defend her territory, but the tom seemed to know he had crossed it yet didn't seem to care. He was actually quite tense and annoyed, she sensed. Had he crossed it by accident yet not wanted to, even hated to? She had no idea, but suggestive thoughts ran through her head like rain down leaves in Newleaf. "What are you doing here?" she yowled again, trying to look tense and vicious.

[+ [R]ainy +]

When he finally caught sight of the NocturnalClan warrior, a ginger she-cat, he felt his breath catch. Why'd she have to look like her? That was just his luck. He'd get beaten up by a cat who looked just like Firepaw. "I-I'm sorry," he murmured quietly. "I didn't mean to. I just kind of... wandered over here." Oldest excuse in the book, but it was true. There wasn't much else he could say.

He refused to look at her, keeping his gaze on the ground. He just wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible. He had memories to suppress, and he wasn't going to be capable of doing that while he was wandering around in here. Especially with this warrior right in front of him.