°•. ♥ вαdgєrstríkє ♥ .•°
DriftClan • Male • Warrior
The tom saw the camp nearby and was glad, the marigold was beginning to overwhelm his senses. BadgerStrike was almost home when he noticed a voice calling him from a distance - it sounded vaguely similar to the one he had heard in his dreams. Intrigued and confused, The black and white tom followed, burying his stash of marigold under a bundle of leaves.
°•. ♥ wíllσwtαíl ♥ .•°
DriftClan • Female • Dark Forest Warrior
WillowTail smiled as the tom approached her "I've been waiting for you BadgerStrike," She said, her rancid breath making the tom's nose wrinkle, "A long time ago my father told me that a warrior with a badger's powerful claws, and something about a hunter with a sharp tongue, would come with the potential to thrive above his clanmates, That is you my dear BadgerStrike." The she-cat paused, circling BadgerStrike and settling his bristling fur. Her eyes were sweet and soft, too bad her breath wasn't the same. "Now you must agree to take on this role," She said, more of an order then a question, "Will you seek revenge for our Dark Forest ancestors?"