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    <blockquote>Soulstealer turned his gaze over to Columbine, promptly ignoring Calmnight. "Are we ready to go, then?" the tom glanced over once, to Oksana. He wanted to include the serval in this business, but not Calmnight. The so called leader of the Tribes was just proving to be an incompetent fool.</blockquote>

    Clair calmly followed after Philadelphia. She promptly saw a tom- Soulstealer, wasn't it? asking to go. He seemed to completely ignore her father, and only talk to Columbine. Clair's fur began to bristle, but she said nothing. The Elite were their allies. No use trying to pick a fight.

    Pantherstrike shot a look at Soulstealer. Since when were you a leader? she challenged silently.
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    Philadelphia paid no attention to the tom. Her ears pricked, waiting for other cats of hers to arrive.

    "SunClan? I'm game, it's finally time to kill someone, anyone who gets in my way will not live to tell the tale," Seichi growled, his blood already pumping, but he forced himself to stay calm, save your energy for the battle idiot! "When will we be leaving Columbine?"

    "I'll go," Breeze piped up, speaking to his half-uncle. The to-be's side was almost fully healed; it was hardly painful. His one taste of battle had left him hungry for more, and he was sure that if he fought today and made his leader proud, he would certainly become a fighter soon.

    Philadelphia, at the mention of killing, slowly unleashed a full grin. She studied her paws, bloodied with the blood of a sacrificed slave, who used to be a SunClanner. Her mind vibrated with the feelings of the ceremony. The sacrificed slave's spirit is going to be used for energy and boldness, she reminded herself. Just what we need for this battle.


    Even though the members of Blackheart Rogue had religious freedom, this was by far the most spiritual tradition of all for them.

    "Oh and Calmnight could Gentlebreeze become a full member. I love her with my life and she lvoes me, but she's still treated like a salve and I want something to be done." Luckysun told the leader.

    H'atred decided on her name. Viha.." she thought it was perfect for her. Deciding to ask Columbine after they go back to the mansion she stood up silently, ready to go.

    "Lalalalaaa" Swiftstream sang softly. She rolled onto her back and began moving her paws as if she was swimming again. She still sang. "Lalalalala"

    Hearing Swiftstream's singing H'atred turned her head towards her and cocked it.

    Clair grimaced. Swiftstream's singing was horrible, but since she was worse, she had no place to be arguing. She settled down on the moss, sitting with her tail wrapped around her paws neatly.

    Calmnight's ears twisted back as the she-cat began to sing. He was reconsidering keeping her. But she might learn, hopefully. "Sure. Swiftstream, I think it would be best if you go check up on the queens. Just follow the heavily used path over there." He said, flicking his tail to it. Then he turned to Luckysun. "When we get back, we can talk it over." Then the black tom gave a glance at Soulstealer and then to Philadelphia and Columbine, in turn. "Ready?" He asked, "Or shall we wait for more cats to come from the Blackhearts?" He turned to Philadelphia. Her call, really.

    Clouded padded into the area of the gathering of cats. He looked around for a moment, sizing up all of his 'opponents.' They better not mess with him or else they got another thing coming. Trying to put an unfathomable look on his face, he took a seat away from the group. Enough to not actually be a part of the group and close enough to eavesdrop on the conversations.

    Calmnight spotted Clouded and glanced at Philadelphia, Sgorr, and Columbine. He sure wasn't one of his tribe.

    Philadelphia smiled slightly. "Most of my cats are probably lurking somewhere," meowed the Blackheart Rogue leader. "They'll be there at the battle, don't worry. Anyways, yep. Let's go."
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    Dahlgren leaped up to his paws. The tom was eager to fight. The only thing seperating him from being a Blackheart was, well, Blackheart Traineeship. He was no longer just a regular Trainee, but now actually set on a path to one of the two full positions. He'd be a Blackheart in the future, not a Treater.
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    Scarback padded inside. "Alexandria and Damascus left. They're somewhere around here," she reported, to a nod from Philadelphia.

    Dew hurried along the trampled path left by the queens and kits, coming from Death Pride. The newly named to-be was not really excited for the battle; she was far too gentle to enjoy the pain of any other animal. Nevertheless, she would serve her Tribe in any way possible, even if it meant hurting another cat. As she approached the camp, however, all the courage she had summoned up started to disappear. Still, she forced herself to keep moving forward, instead of running away like she wanted to. Timidly, she took a step toward Calmnight, her leader, and said, "I will go." Her voice was barely above a whisper, but he would hear it.

    Oksana had been out of it, blanking out and staring at a leaf, so she simply led the way.


    Calmnight nodded to Dew. "Anyone who wants to can come, except kits and super-young to-be's. You're almost the right age, and you've been trained enough, come on."


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    Philadelphia flicked her tail, padding after Calmnight. Dahlgren darted ahead, while Pantherstrike and Scarback were a bit more conservative with their energy.