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(So I figured we could start out with him attacking your cat and then fas forward to when he needs your cats help)
Barrenfrost was a massive snow leopard looking tom. He had huge hemmingway paws that seemed to shake the ground he walked on. Useful for wading through the snow, but as he approached the border there was little snow to work through. He typically surveyed this border and most cats walking solo often turned and left at the sight of him. He was known for luring cats onto his side of the border so he could imprison them. Rumors also said that he would just drag someone onto WinterClan border and claim they invaded. Who would know after all? So far his search for future prisoners seemed to be coming up dry though, no one seemed to be around.
Pierce sighed, making sure to take in a deep breath of air. of course he'd been told by one of the guiders to go out and her some fresh air. Though he didn't see the point of it, if anything it would only make things worse, honestly he would be surprised if he was nest-ridden by tomorrow. Today was fine though, he had the energy to explore and take a stroll why not? He didn't realize he had gone too far until he felt the air chill around him. Pausing to look around, he noticed snow in the distance and decided It would probably be fore the best to turn around. He'd probably die if he played in the snow, as it it was already too cold for him here.
"Oh hey!" Barrenfrost called out to Pierce, "Are you lost too?" He asked, trying to sound relieved to see Pierce hoping to lure him a bit closer as he approached the tom, "Back there it was wicked cold, is where you're going any warmer maybe? Sorry to bother you, but you don't look like a weirdo like the other cats I saw back there. I'm Barron by the way."
Startled by the sudden shout, the tuxedo tom nearly jumped out of his own fur, which immediately burned from embarrassment when he realized it had come from a... loner? a very big loner at that. "Pierce..." he said slowly, and with just a hint of skepticism. "I'm not really lost, I know where I'm going and yes it is warmer." He did however move closer to the tom, but was wary enough of stranger to keep some distance between them. "What 'weirdo' cats?"
Barrenfrost came over nearly tripping over his own paws before regaining his balance before giving a sheepish smile at his mistake, but it faltered when he asked about the weird cats, "The clan cats around these parts. I can usually take them, but when it's a patrol it's not so easy especially when speed isn't exactly my best strength."
His dashing blue eyes looked Pierce over, "You almost look like you could be a clan cat if I'm being honest, you have some muscle."
