No matter his intentions to take a break and avoid her for a while - which indeed he did, though no doubt she was avoiding him just as much - there was little surprise to Cobrastrike when he found his paws steering him toward the border once again. This time, however, at least the tom had a true motive. No matter his distaste for the slimy prey, many cats within the clan enjoyed fish, and even he had to admit it was a good resource that was not too difficult to catch. So long as one knew how to break the ice without falling in.
So, no matter the blanket of snow that covered Creekclan's territory, the ice that sealed in the flooded creek, or the border of Gorgeclan that stood far too close for his comfort despite his hidden intent to confront the clan's leader, it was the silvery shapes below that held his attention. He was good at fishing, even if he disliked it, and no matter his attitude Cobrastrike was not often one to let distaste interrupt his duties.
It was not like he had to eat the fish he caught.
In fact, the tom had all but dismissed what he knew had brought him to the border to begin with. Her words sometimes rung in his ears, and he still had no idea what to think of them, but for the moment he had blocked them out. He had a fish lying beside him already, and for a while he had been sitting in silence awaiting another. No matter how boring and inactive it was, and how much it inspired his mind to wonder, even Cobrastrike had to admit that fishing could be peaceful. even if he had to force it to be a distraction.
It was not until another fish was caught, pinned, and given a sharp nip to still it that the tom noted how strong the Gorgeclan scent had gotten. Tail lashing behind him, the tom nudged his fish away from the ice toward the back, before pricking his ears toward the border, seeing eye tracking to spot a tabby pelt that was lighter and longer than expected. 'So she sends her brother this time, does she? Or is he still failing to keep his nose out of her business.'
"You better just be here to mark the border, Talonflight."
Notes | And thus the showdown shall begin Tagged | talonflight
Wandering had always been his specialty. He enjoyed it. The cats he saw, the ones he lost while doing so. And it cleared his mind, and even sometimes brought him ideas. Though while he wasn't lacking any ideas today, he could use a change of pace. Recently his sister's words had been plaguing him. And they were all because of one tom. Cobrastrike. A traitor of sorts. He left because of Bonestar, rather than staying and fighting behind Whiteflower and Fang. And for that, well....Talonflight didn't have many friendly feelings for the tom.
It was hard to throw those thoughts away. To pretend that he didn't wish to sink his claws into the other feline's fur. But some part of him was conflicted. As long as his sister harbored feelings towards the tabby, Talonflight was caught between a rock and a hard place. He couldn't harm him, or at least, he couldn't harm him and leave a witness. Or any sort of trail that it was him. Which meant, Cobrastrike would have to die...perhaps slowly and painfully at his own paws.
But if something were to happen to him, Fangstar would surely start to raise questions. And Talonflight wouldn't be able to lie to her directly. They had always been truthful with one another, they had always been open...death was looking less likely than he had hoped. A sigh escaped the tom as his eyes caught sight of the very feline he was mulling over. Was Starclan tempting him? Dangling a mouse directly in front of his face? A smirk drug itself across his maw, his ears catching the sound of the other's words.
The long haired tom carefully sauntered to the border, placing himself directly on his side of the invisible line. "Just here to admire your fishing. Creekclan seems to have accepted you and taught you their ways rather quickly...despite the circumstances you came to them under." His voice was gruff, humorous, as his eyes twinkled dangerously.
This tom thought he was so high and mighty, even before his sister became leader, perhaps, and it boiled Cobrastrike's blood a little. However, the Creekclanner kept his pelt flat and stilled his tail, regarding his former clanmate with a cold hard stare. While he could feel some warmth within him when he was around Fangstar, his hate for his former clan slightly lessened, with Talonflight it was quite the opposite. Knowing he was a narcissistic liar who couldn't keep his whiskers to himself, at least from Cobrastrike's perspective, only served to paint a darker image of him.
"Oh, you mean being chased from a clan of traitors who all willingly turned on me the second I turned against their sadistic leader? Don't expect an apology, Bonestar was no leader." Cobrastrike sneered, claws digging into the ice that could almost seem warmer than the cold of his gaze. "If you're such a saint, why not stand with me that day? We both know your sister would have, if she had been there."
He'd seen it in her eyes. Knowing how she felt now...then... She must have asked where he was when she got to camp. Someone told her, of course they did. Likely it was Hollysky, for he was not painted to her as the traitor her brother saw him to be. Cobrastrike would not rescind his choices. He gave Gorgeclan the chance to stand against the enemy within, and instead they turned on him, ravaged him beyond repair, and chased him out to die. Creekclan saved his life, and they earned his loyalty in return.
A clan that would help a former member of the very clan that sought to destroy them was a clan of honor indeed. Honor that he repaid with his own. It may not feel quite as much like home as Gorgeclan once did during Monarchstar's reign, but he had given them his loyalty all the same. Stoatstar was a worthy leader, and he could not see him making those mistakes. He would admit that deep down he knew there was hope for Gorgeclan beneath Fangstar's rule, but to return there...
Cobrastrike pushed the path of his thoughts aside, washing them into the background, and set his gaze unwaveringly upon Talonflight. He was not about to believe this tom's halfhearted lies for a second, and no doubt he knew it, too. "Now why are you really here? Did she send you, or are you still as nosy and entitled as ever."
Some sort of amusement was found in Cobrastrike's words. The large fluffy tom's eyes lit with humor of some sort as he sat, watching the Creekclanner. "Such a pity. I'm sure I had much more important matters to attend to. Anything, quite honestly, would have been more important." His voice was simple, a smirk creeping onto his maw. While his mother could have taught him to not play with his food, he couldn't help but toy with his words. It was just how he was, it was his enjoyment in life.
"You are right about one thing. Bonestar was no Leader, but Fangstar makes an honest one. And needs no help from inside...let alone those from across clan lines." While he didn't directly say it, it was there. The knowing gaze that met the tom's was enough to spell it out. Talonflight wasn't stupid, and he knew the games his sister was playing behind the backs of those surrounding them. And while he was kind enough to turn a blind eye, he couldn't let Cobrastrike think he had some sort of upper hand. It just wouldn't happen. He couldn't let it.
As more words spilled from the Creekclanner's maw, Talonflight's tail flicked annoyed behind him, before curling protectively around his body. "I come and go as I please. Last I checked, making sure the borders are safe was no crime." His voice was fluid, holding the privileged tone he seemed to carry wherever he went. "You of all cats needn't worry about my comings and goings."