It's the Passion that Kills

After his night with the battle-scarred she-cat, Starlord's paws had become muddied by the half-thawed banks of snow that drifted across the territory. He stayed there for some time, dwelling for the lack of somewhere to go. The tom found his chest aching profoundly at the creeping loneliness. When he had initially lost his kin after the massive squall, it had been directionlessness that slowly turned into some strange sense of acceptance as he tried to bury his days in forgetting the fact that he was by himself. Seeking that connection had led him to Gold, her kits, Riverclan... And Jaystar had rendered all of that useless. The time he had spent with the rogue, leading to another bought of kits. That too was gone. If it weren't for the fact that he would be unable to take care of them without a place to stay. Each day made it harder to not race back to Riverclan even at the risk of his life.

The tom's shoulders were hunched as he watched droplets fall from an iced-over patch of deadened cattails. His whiskers twitched ever so lightly with each fall and his tail tip flickered back and forth. It was painful, as painful as it was peaceful. Starlord let out what could only be construed as a defeated sigh. A body smacked into his shoulder and the wind was knocked from his shoulder as he fell to the ground. His eyes widened while he fell onto his back. There was a cat standing over him and the ginger and white tom blinked. When his gaze came into a focus, Starlord realized he knew the cat there. Slowly, despite recognizing the rage that was alight behind her, he grinned, "Thorn, I'd been beginning to think you'd forgotten about me, sweetheart."

"Woah! Slow down there, warrior." He managed to get out before her paws deprived his windpipe of air. As he sought oxygen, the loner's nostrils flared as he looked up at her with widened eyes. Confusion shone in their depths. Starlord squirmed slightly in an attempt to loosen her grip, not enjoying her pinning him down quite as much as he had before. A swift kick to his underbelly knocked the rest of the air from his lungs with a gasp. Although it was mildly terrifying to have this scary, albeit beautiful, she-cat on top of him, he couldn't help the slight smirk that flashed across his expression. It was this very fire within her that had captured his attention. Starlord went limp. It was just enough for him to shift slightly to the side and free his throat enough to gulp down some much-needed breaths of the frigid air. When he had enough, the tom quickly meowed, "Would you like to tell me what I did before you flay my pelt? Or do you plan on killing me then telling me? Because the former is certainly more efficient."