A Dangerous Task

[D a R K - R a H]

To Include:

- Swiftclaw
- Goldenrage
- Frostpaw
- Crowfrost
- (Any other BrookClanners who wish to be involved. 'Sides the kits, that is.)

Several lithe forms slipped silently from one territory into another. They were obviously smaller than foxes, but their size helped them blend into the brush. They moved with purpose, apparently bent upon a specific goal.

At the head of the group was a fluffy black and white tom. His green eyes flashed with anxiety and fiery anger. This land used to be BrookClan's. A frown spread across his face as he moved forward, his paws making no sound on the warn, tired earth. Finally, they were on the move, working against the foxes who'd taken over the entire forest.

He grinded his teeth together in frustration. Kolette would rule this place no longer! They'd find a way to destroy the she-fox and send her pack scattering. But how? That's what we're here for, he told himself, moving forward with renewed vigor.

They had to be very careful when they were outside of BrookClan's small territory. There seemed to be foxes lurking everywhere out here... One mis-step and it could be their lives... Perhaps he shouldn't have brought Frostpaw with... But he wanted her to see the terror that now ruled the forest. He felt sure that once passion and loyalty was inspired in the young she-cat, she'd become a very valuable warrior. Swiftclaw was already thinking a little time with Goldenrage would help Frostpaw. The tall black tom held the most anger for the cats who had left BrookClan to die. Such a rage and fire was just what Frostpaw needed.

Swiftclaw forced himself back into the present, stopping and flicking his tail for his comrades to come closer. They had to have some sort of plan...

[Raven-chan]

Keeping his bulk low to the ground and hidden was no easy task, but Goldenrage had worked moons for this very moment. (Or so it seemed.) His eyes were flashing dangerously as he placed his paws forward, one by one, his tail low to the ground as to not attract attention.

His ears were pricked forward, listening for the slightest movement outside their little group of cats. Seeing Swiftclaw's motion for a mini-gathering of sorts. A huddle, for a plan. He crept closer, to stand just behind Swiftclaw, an obvious presence but not one who would take over.

He didn't say anything, but merely blinked his fiery golden orbs in assent to the other tom. The brief instant was enough to bury Goldenrage in darkness, creating nothing more than a shadow, until he opened his eyes again. There they were, those fiery eyes, seeming to float in midair, the rest of his body so still it was nearly invisible. He waited for Swiftclaw to speak.

[Rivera]

(May I join? I'll edit a rp post into this post if I get a go-ahead.)