The Golden Age [Ivy]

[• Sparkspirit•]

The sun was beginning to set, it's colors casing a bloody hue in a pale blue sky, but there was still plenty of light to see by. Especially for Sparkspirit's eyes, which had been trained since birth to pierce the darkest nights. The she-cat prowled through ShadowClan territory, her feet silent as she glided across the peaty earth, her dark feet seeming to disappear into the earth.

The she-cat had somewhat recovered from her traumatic experience on the Thunderpath, but several long scars trailed down her flank, and several patches of hair were still missing where her skin had been ripped clan off. Luckily, none of the bones had been to badly damaged and her senses were as sharp as ever. Besides looking like a mess, it was as if she'd never tried to kill herself.

The she-cat skirted around the Thunderpath, senses focused to avoid another near-death failure. The pain she'd endured during the last episode was enough to keep her from making a repeat attempt.

Sparkspirit was straying abnormally close to the WindClan border. Whether she was looking for trouble to prove she was still in prime fighting condition or looking for some cat not of her clan, a cat she could talk to without having ShadowClan drama brought up., even she didn't know. All she knew was that she wanted some kind of encounter with another cat, or even some kind of ferocious bast. She hadn't had a good tussle with a fox since her younger warrior days.

The thought made Sparkspirit realize that she wasn't as young as she used to be. In fact, she was older than most of the deputies and even Rainstar. There was only one deputy older than her. Ivypelt. Wouldn't it be something to run into him on her stroll?

[Ivystar]

Ivypelt was patroling on the border, the piercing gaze from his aged amber eyes scanning the border for a trace of the marshy, humid tench of a cat marked with the scent of an enemy: a ShadowClan warrior. His lithe muscles and claws were itching to be unveiled from their mask of old age.

[• Sparkspirit•]

Sparkspirit paused, nose tilted skyward to sniff the air. At last, some action. Another cat was close, and the wind was still. She could smell the tom out just as quickly as he could with her. And it wasn't just any tom, either, she realized as she sniffed the air again. It was Ivypelt. Excellent.

The she-cat padded forward, confidence in every dark paw step. She stopped on the opposite side of the Thunderpath from the aged tom. "Well, well, long time no see, Ivypelt. How are things in WindClan?"

[Ivystar]

Ivypelt didn't return her semi-friendly manner but skipped right to hostility. "Greetings, Sparkspirit. You seem a little close to my territory. If I were you I'd back up a little unless you wish to bear a few more scars." The abnormally agressive tom hissed, his glowing amber eyes narrowed and blazeing. Ivypelt was itching for a fight, his yearning blasting his agression to much higher levels as he glared a biting expression to the siamese cattress.
He unsheathed his claws and advanced, the sunset casting an eerie glow on his calico fur. The tan was stained a deep orange, the black had a peachy glint and the white was morphed into a apricot in the glowing orange light. Ivypelt prepared his muscles for the fight he was dying for.

[• Sparkspirit•]

Sparkspirit smirked. All must not be well in the rival Clan if her fellow deputy was acting so hostile about her closeness to the WindClan border. To her, it was remotely amusing; she could see the same defensive pride in the tom's eyes that would be reflected in her own if it was her territory being threatened. Even if she wasn't making a threat. No matter. His hostility would be fun to toy with--for awhile, at least.

Sparkspirit ran a brown paw--painted black by the setting sun--over her ear, which bore a large V-shaped nick. Her proudest scar, won as an apprentice fighting with Echostar before the latter moved to ShadowClan. But to receive one from Ivypelt...well, it would be interesting to say the least.

The deputy took another abrupt step forward and bared her fangs, still smiling. "Why so serious, Ivypelt? I'm obviously not a threat to you."

[Ivystar]

The overly aggressive calico tom calculated by the smug expression on the Siamese cattress's face that she would attempt to toy around with Ivypelt's excessive aggression.He then tried with little success, to stifle the boiling anger in his stomach. He continued his casual advancement on
his toes, ready for the deputy battle. Ivypelt ruffled his fur to show off his numerous scars in an futile effort to intimidate the lesser damaged Sparkspirit.

[• Sparkspirit•]

"Oh, I do believe I've tread on some paws," the she-cat taunted with a grin, pausing just on the verge of WindClan territory, waving her tail through the air in anticipation while her caws sheathed and unsheathed.

"You know, I never thought I'd see the day when two deputies fought with masses of cats writhing around them," she purred, pacing on her side of the border while watching the older deputy's feeble attempt at intimidation. She noted each scar with hidden admiration, but the overall effect was just amusing. With his pelt fluffed out and thoroughly ruffled, he looked as if he'd just scrambled out of a river. Sparkspirit had to bite her tongue to stifle a laugh.

Padding over the border and sticking her face just inches away from Ivypelt's, she meowed, "You first, elder."