I worship Nightclan!

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    Greypelt, the deputy sat at the entrance of camp. He believed in NightClan.

    OOC- That was a random post.... -__- lol. He believed in Nightclan. XD


    Oakblade looked up at Greypelt. He never tried to hide his disrespect. It was known that he did not approve of Starnight's choice of deputy. Still, he groomed his chest fur, his eyes narrowed.

    Starshadow stalked past, long tail lifted up high. His pose was, as usual, arrogant, but that was only to be expected. He shot a contemptous look at Greypelt, eyes the colour of molten gold narrowing. With what seemed like a disdainful shrug, he turned away.

    Aware of Oakblade's gaze, Starshadow chose too ignore him. After a moment, he felt the cold gaze of the other tom switch away, probably to focus on the deputy again. No matter. The doings of these two were beneath him. Let them fight and tussle, or whatever it was that other toms did.

    ooc- sorry i havent been on. i got sick and im leaving on vacation tomorrow.


    Greypelt knew he would be leader some day and take over the forest.

    Foxfoot glared at graypelt. She could'nt trust him. No matter what.drowned in silence, she meowed, "What is the meaning of this empty quietness? We're all suspicous as a vixen!"

    "I dont know, which is what is chilling my bones other than the snow" foxfoot remarked. She sat down, licking her paw, and flicked it over her head. She gazed her head up over the tall pines and had a now flake hit her in the nose. she shook her head before turning her head back at starspirit.

    cold, she padded back in the warriors den. before entering, she settled her gaze over her shoulder out looking the camp. 'starclan belivers are going to be dead soon' she mumbled, thinking starspirit was a starclan beliver

    OOC- Lol, he is. He's one of my nicest cats, strictly Starclan believing.


    Starspirit ignored Foxfoot and started licking his white chest fur.

    Greypelt knew that cats didnt trust him. He never did anything wrong. He was just in need of power. But he wouldnt KILL for power.

    Starshadow flicked another disdainful glance at Greypelt, turning pointedly away. Why must the irritating deputy insist on bothering him with his even more irritating gazes? The silver tom didn't want power. Well, he did, but not the type of power Greypelt wielded. Starshadow preferred to work in the shadows, giving advice and nudging others forwards from the background. Much safer that way, and more entertaining too...