>>Run for your life [War & Yellow]

[{ Warzie }]

It was hot. Beyond hot. The whole forest around camp was buzzing with bugs and the humidity clung in the air ready to choke any cat who passed through. A giant heap of black fur rested on the outskirts of camp, in one of the only places with shade. With a clan named "ShadowClan", wouldn't you think there would be more shadows? But no, the sun was shining so brightly on this day that the whole camp was bathed in hot, sticky rays of heat. Warheart was trying to sleep. But with this heat it was useless. If only he was a white cat, it would be so much easier. But no. He had to be the color of midnight. Which meant the heat was attracted to him like moths to a flame.

The camp was quite lively today. Warriors leaving and returning to camp with prey filled mouths. Apprentices doing errands and getting ready for training. Training in this heat? Good luck with that. All he wanted was some peace and quiet. For once he wished he was in RiverClan. They were probably swimming in the cool waters, not affected by this green-leaf heat. Warheart was usually a sharp-tongued tom. But today he was beyond his boiling point. Literally.

If just one cat disturbed him, he'd snap. Oh but he would give them one warning remark. Run for your life...

[Shadow Da Smiffster]

PUSH MY FINGERS INTO MY
Eyes....

"Irritating sun," Yellowthorn muttered as she made her way to the fresh kill pile. A lone mouse hung from her maw from what seemed to be the longest hunting patrol of the season. The sun was blaring so badly, that even the prey was hiding out in what little shade there was... or underground. Not only that, but hunting properly was extremely difficult in such heat, especially with fur as thick as Yellowthorn's. With a groan, Yellowthorn dropped the meager piece of prey into the pile, and walked away from it, hoping to find some place to rest peacefully. Was that even possible in this heat? Probably not.

"I may as well douse myself in blood and let the liquid cool me off," she growled morbidly. A couple of cats passing by her gasped in astonishment at the statement, but Yellowthorn was passed her boiling point as well. By now if a cat didn't know to stay away from her while she was in such a fowl mood, they deserved to be cuffed upside the head. Suddenly, Yellowthorn had a blast of insight, and she began to walk around the camp, hissing and spitting at anyone who passed by her. So far, no one had taken her bait for a bit of what she called 'fun'... that is, until she saw Warheart sitting in his own little piece of shade in the corner.

Yellowthorn immediately took her chance, and padded over there, her gaze narrowing on his black figure, "If you stay still like that vultures are gonna come and eat you because you look positively dead."

She smirked snidely, waiting to see Warheart's reaction. Oh was she ready to brawl or what....

JESUS IT NEVER ENDS
It Works Its Way Inside....

[{ Warzie }]

Finally he was at peace. The camp was quiet, and the buzz of forest life seemed to take a break. He ignored the heat, taking this chance to get some rest. But a loud voice rang out right behind him, dissolving the sleep he wanted so dearly. He knew the voice right away and his fur grew even more hot with anger. Yellowthorn. He never really liked her. Of course she was a senior warrior, and he was supposed to respect her. But their personalities always seemed to clash. It didn't help when they both had sharp-tongues and hot tempers.

"If you stay still like that vultures are gonna come and eat you because you look positively dead."

Warheart's acid green eyes flashed open. He could feel a growl deep in his chest. But this wasn't the time to start a fight. Not just yet. He sat up quickly and snapped around so he could face the she-cat. She was looking at him smugly and he narrowed his gaze. "Let me give you a piece of advice. If you don't want to be the one the vultures are dining on, then I'd recommend you leave me alone," he said with as much venom in his voice as he could muster. He kept his hot gaze on her as he sat down, wrapping his tail around his massive paws.

He was just itching for a fight. He would dig his claws into anyone right now, and here was Yellowthorn his for the taking. But would he really risk getting in even more trouble? He had already lost the chance of being leader, and he really shouldn't jepordize his chance for regaining the position. But Yellowthorn always knew how to push his buttons, and pretty soon he wouldn't be able to keep is calm.

[Shadow Da Smiffster]

BACK OFF
I'll Take You On

"Let me give you a piece of advice. If you don't want to be the one the vultures are dining on, then I'd recommend you leave me alone," Warheart replied evenly, but with enough malice to make most other cats shutter. Yellowthorn however, smirked. Yes, Warheart was exactly the kind of cat to get into a tussle with on a day like this. Both cats were at their wits' end... and hell, Yellowthorn could use a cheap thrill to pass the time, as dishonorable as it was....

"Was that a challenge Warheart?" she asked calmly. "Cuz I don't see you jumping up to meet your match anytime soon ya lazy old geezer!"

And if that wasn't enough to set Warheart off, she didn't know what was. Yellowthorn and Warheart were two of the most irritable cats in all the Clans... which was saying quite a bit coming out of all the idiots running around the forests these days. Yellowthorn unsheathed her claws, digging them into the dry earth. Maybe, if nature begged enough, their fight would make the soil rich and moist with blood.

Oh, the morbid thoughts made her crave it even more....

"Come on, let's dance," she hissed.

HEADSTRONG
I'll Take On Anyone

[{ Warzie }]

"Was that a challenge Warheart?" she asked calmly. "Cuz I don't see you jumping up to meet your match anytime soon ya lazy old geezer!"

He knew what she was doing, and she knew how to push his buttons just the right way. All the muscles in his body tensed as he growled. Why of all days did Yellowthorn have to bother him? Any other time he would have been able to hold himself back. Say some nasty remarks, kick sand her way, but today it was different. The heat just added onto his already hot temper. His green gaze glanced back and forth around camp. It was pretty much empty. Everyone must be out hunting, training, or trying to get away from this heat. He prayed to StarClan that Echostar was out of camp too. He didn't want to get into more trouble, but he had been hungry for a good fight, and here she was; his for the taking.

"Come on, let's dance,"

Warheart grinned, his white fangs shining against his dark fur. He stood up slowly, shaking out his whole pelt eagerly. He set one massive paw forward letting his silver claws slide out slighty. For a moment, everything was dead quiet. He let the moment settle down on them both before he spoke.

"I hope you're light on your feet!" He hissed loudly. Without a second thought he pounced, long legs stretched out and razor-sharp claws ready to taste flesh.

[Shadow Da Smiffster]

YOU FIND YOU'RE NEEDING WAR
To Me It's What We Do When We're Bored
I Feel The Heat Coming Off Of The Blacktop
And It Makes Me Want It More

"Light on my feet eh?" Yellowthorn retorted as she dropped her weight and let Warheart glide over her. The tips of his claws grazed her fur, and electric shocks of excitement pulsed through the she-cat as she turned around and faced her opponent. "You forget there are more tactics then just being quick. Surprise... is one of them!"

With that Yellowthorn dashed towards the tom, jumping in the hopes that he could pin him down with her large frame. Of course, such a move was too predictable. What she was going to do, was grab a hold of his neck with her paws and knock him over while raking his flank with her back claws. It was a move a kit might do when playing, but oh so effective if executed right....

And of course, if Warheart countered, it would only fire up the she-cat even more. As soon as the first drop of blood was spilled, there would be no turning back. It was all uphill from here. The thrill was giving her a high. Roughing it out like this... was unheard of in the clans quite like this. For fun.... kind of.

THIS IS HARDLY WORTH
Fighting For
But It's A Little Too Late
That I Can't Ignore