A massive form slid with obvious expertise through the deep, wet foliage, pawsteps silent as the twinkling ivory flakes that floated down upon the slushy white ground from the frigid gray sky. Sharp eyes, narrowed against the cold and gleaming the color of emeralds scanned the strip of bare land between the foul smelling, icy black Thunderpath and the blissful tremulous trees where the feline was cleverly concealed, ears pricked as they flicked like radars to discern any pronounced sounds, nose twitching as it tested the air for the renowned scent of ShadowClan.
The tom was massive, though certainly not the largest of his clan. His fur gleamed a radiant, ginger color and was uniquely laced in darker stripes. The tom's paws were silk soft and ivory in color, matching the melting snow. The whiteness steadily crept up to his belly and splashed his chest, creeping around his muzzle. The tom's name was Shimmerstrike and he wasn't just awarrior. He was the ThunderClan deputy.
As of now, he was simply checking the ShadowClan border. He had already checked WindClan, but nothing seemed to be amiss. It was the infamous ShadowClan he was worried about. They were always straying over the border just to cause trouble. Did their leader even care? Recently, BloodClan was the one giving problems, Shimmerstrike hadn't seen a ShadowClan cat over the border in about a moon but it didn't hurt to check. He had already hunted and really had nothing else to do. Patrols had been sent out and priorities settled. Now he was doing a patrol of his own. He didn't suspect he would see anything but atleast he had a reason to be.out of camp. He preferred not to just sit around.