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Post by Raccoonstar on Jun 18, 2010 13:37:44 GMT -5
The sun was setting in the west, making long shadows dance around the camp. A lanky ginger tom with black stripes stood on top of the great stump, his yellow eyes flashing like lightning in a storm. Most of MoonClan had already gathered below him, awaiting the news he had to share. Jetstar liked this. The cats below him and the feeling of power. The single thought of having all of these cats' lives in his paws made his fur tingle, but he had to stay calm, keep a cool and collected persona. '' MoonClan I call you here beneath the Great Stump for a clan meeting! '' he called to the clan. '' A few days ago a SunClan kit was found on our territory by the name of Weepingkit. Cherryblossom, Ebonyfang, and I chased him off of our territory. '' He paused as a few triumphant yowls echoed around the camp, '' It's time to teach SunClan to watch their kits and borders better. Tonight I will lead a hunting patrol into SunClan territory. ''
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Post by Shadowsoul on Jun 18, 2010 13:56:00 GMT -5
Shadowstalker looked down at the ground, strangely infatuated with it. He was at the meeting, yes, but his mind was somewhere else. Thoughts and memories flooded him as usual and t he ordinary depression tugged ruthlessly at him. Shaking his head to try and clear it - he failed - the black tom looked up at his leader. Jetstar was an odd cat...
Shadowstalker didn't know if it was just himself, but he could tell that the MoonClan leader was slightly full of himself and he loved the feeling of being in control. He liked the feeling of being able to tell cats what to do. Although Shadowstalker couldn't blame him, who wouldn't want that position in the first place?
The black male's blue gaze looked up and glanced into his leaders's, their polar opposite colors meeting each other, if only for a second. Shadowstalker held his head up proud, teeth clanking together inside of his mouth. It as a normal habbit he had, but when the insanity he had welled up inside of it, his normal, harmless act would become extrememly odd and possible fatal from how much he bit the inside of his mouth.
But once he gathered his thoughts together, he then realized that this was giving him a chance to fight. He stood up and stared up at his leader again. This patrol would give him a chance to do the one thing that he oh-so-loved.
His m outh opened and his voice rung out through the croud. A few cats looked at him with an odd tint in their eyes.
"Jetstar," Shadowstalker then bowed his head with the utmost of respect, though half of it was faked. He found it hard to truly respect anybody with all of his heart.
"I would like to be in the patrol, if that's fine with you." He meowed loud enough through the crowd for his leader to hear. He kept his head bowed through his words.
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Post by Ebony~Echo on Jun 20, 2010 17:33:44 GMT -5
A nasty smirk grew on Ebonyfang's face. She would not miss out on such a thing. And of course Jetsar would let her go, she was his queen, and she didn't take that lightly. Though she never said anything, she was pregnant. It wasn't easy to tell. When she was standing, if a cat looked close enough, they could see her belly. She was normally skinny, yet muscular, and now there was a slight curve to her belly and it was ever so slightly extended. Yet, Ebony was still herself, cold and ruthless. Her eyes showed nothing but pure ice. She leapt to her paws. "I will go, of course!" she growled.
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