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    [font=Arial Narrow]Tonight, the silver moon had casted its rays upon Rushingclan’s territory, almost making the land appear to be covered in frost sent from the skies. Looking upwards with his round, moist nose pointed at the sky, a lone cream pup sat, his mahogany optics trained on the stars above. How… enchanting, he thought silently to himself. He could just sit out here all night, not caring about a thing in the world.
    But tonight, it wasn’t the case, for Hennessy was troubled by the thoughts that swarmed in his head like murky water. He had no idea what it was all about, but he felt tense for some reason. Why?

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]In coming a snarky asshole, alert your friends. Ah, that was what many felt when Coldstar, Leader of RushingClan, appeared. But tonight was a different story as the torbie tom hadn't set out to aimlessly wander his territory, no-- in search of a particular soul this evening instead. Hennessy was a chap he took on as his son though never got the change to know very well. Was that a bad thing? Well, it was a particularly good thing, but he had his stress and duties and therefore shouldn't be to blame.


    The tri-colored tom cat stepped out of the shadows with a sigh of exasperation. Both weary from a long day and just an overall tired cat made a perfect combination for a cat on edge. He was notorious for breaking, snapping, anything along the lines. The Leader, however, didn't give a rat's ass about how he treated people. They would have to deal with it or get out. But of course he would never be too mean to any child of his, blood or adoptive, so thus led to the dual eyed tom to nod, "Hello Hennessy," There were clearly a few things on his mind to discuss.

    [font=Arial Narrow]"Greetings Coldstar," the cream furred pup barked, somewhat surprised that Coldstar was here beside him now. His adoptive father's greeting was curt, though the mutt didn't mind this; in his mind, he was glad that Coldstar was here with him now, for they could finally talk, most likely one-on-one sort of thing. He knew that his father was likely busy with his duties, so Hennessy would try not to worry whenever he didn't see the multicolored tom around for some time.
    Though he didn't spend too much time with his adoptive father, he sure heard a lot about the multicolored leader from his clanmates; some kits were afraid of him, yet many respected him as their leader. In his opinion, Hennessy respected his father and his older siblings along with their respectable positions. Some might've thought of it as overwhelming for a bunch of siblings to have respectable high positions but one. But the mutt had vowed long ago that he would likely reject the chance of becoming a high position, or at least until he was older.
    Talk, his silent conscious murmured in his sharply-rounded ear. It was like a mere whisper that echoed like a cry in a deep tunnel. Never had Hennessy felt so self-conscious.
    "So what are you doing out here," Hennessy finally asked, tilting his head slightly to one side as he turned to look up at the multicolored tom.