!___murder on an icy day

[coddle the infectionxxx]

Murderpaw ambled into the glade and yawned. The pretty black she-cat was looking for her... spy master if you will. She had news of leadership shifts, and such, and generally was bored with life and decided what better to do than come chat with a murderous rogue. She sniffed the air delicatley, assuming that Touselpelt was here and hiding or would come. Becuase with his superior (though she would never admitt it) senses and training he would have sensed the waif like little black cat. She didn't eat or sleep much, running on to much adrenaline. She glanced around, yellow gold eyes flashing as she felt the distant others eye roll*.

[*Not Touse... It's parta my new plot]

[rex.]

ooc: something i dont know about?? shame shame shame!

Touslepelt was just settling himself down on a gnarrled fallen limb to feast on a freshly caught mouse he had quickly delivered to its death, and was about to sink his teeth into it when he heard what sounded like pawsteps coming toward him. The rex lifted his chin slightly and perked his hears to hear better. First he recognised her pawsteps; brisk and confident, and then he caught her scent.
and before she broke through the undergrowth of his glade he meowed warmingly in his low raspy voice ahhh, Murderpaw, how good of you to drop in.