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[size=9]It'd been a while since he found himself in ShadowClan. He'd last game to deliver gifts, correct? Either way the rapidly thinning serval found himself on the border once more, chocolate orb preening the territory before him thoroughly.

"Finch? Its Val. I need to speak to you darling."

His telepathic call would crawl its way towards his ivory daughter, rustic and faint, due to the lack of use for the power. After he was sure he'd successfully released the message, Valentine leaned back and seated himself, sighing.

[size=9]A smile spread across his face as she came scrambling forward, a twinge of sadness pinging in his chest. He could still remember how tiny she was when she laid near her mothers belly, and now she was an assistant deputy. She was all grown up. "I heard all the way in BloodClan! Congratulations darling!" Valentine purred, standing and embracing his daughter in a tight hug. "I have something I need to ask yoi though, something important." His tone would grow more serious as he stepped back, gazing gingerly into her crystellic oculars. But his stern features were flawed by the small smile that played at his lips, destroying any hint of negativity.

[size=9]"I would like you to step up as Heir of the family. You've shown true grit and dedication, and you've given a good reputation to the Harbringer name." His deep voice would state smoothly, pride glinting in his bark brown oculars. "When I die, you will step up to become a Matriarch, and choose and Heir of your own." Valentine added swiftly.

//: on schoolbus, wELP

[size=9]The unhealthily thin male could be seen slipping his way through the gathered crowd until he stood just before Jace. It was good to see the old fuck again, for it seemed that many of the new faces that had returned once again fell away into the dark abyss of inactivness. Dark, drained preceptors flickered around the spread in mildest curiousity, and the scent of baked goods made his stomach churn. As a child, he would have consumed buckets of the like in an almost unrealistic amount of time, but now he found it discust-worthy. It seemed that his unbroken chain of cannibalism had taken over his appetite.

Valentine said nothing as he lowered himself into a comfortable seating position, his only greeting being a curt dip of his scarred cranium. His leather collar that had once fit snugly around his neck now sagged limply against tense shoulders. The demon was seemingly sick, or atleast suffering from starvation. But that was beside the case. Jace was back, and Val felt more at ease among his family that made home in unfamiliar hills.

[size=9]Ravenous chocolate orbs landed on the Diresune, hunger pulling at his muscles and begging him to leap forward and feast. But the serval had enough mental control to understand that Abaddon was not food, and that his roaring stomach would have to suffer on. Trotting cooly forward, Valentine dragged his gaze up and down, as if he was too paranoid of missing any nook or crevice. "Admirable." The wildcat spoke bluntly, faintly nodding.

[size=9] Valentines thin hide dragged himself forward, head sagging like an overwatered petunia. Check ups? He wouldn't bother, it felt as if his sickness was chronic, and he didn't exactly need anyone throwing it in his face just yet. Flicking his charred ear, the skeleton of a cat lowered himself painfully into a seating position, unable to catch the grunt that slipped between clenched jaws.

[size=9] A critical ocular locked onto the stranger with smothered hostility flaming behind a chocolate iris. Now a days, Valentine found himself resenting strangers, unable to exactly trust them until they proved themselves to BloodClan. Either way, the serval managed a curt dip of the head and allowed his greeting to slip from his rubbery black lips. "Valentine Harbringer. Third Tier."

[size=9] Claws scraped across stone as the serval heaved himself onto a tall piece of rock that overlooked camp, fire burning within the eye he had left. "BLOODCLAN!" Valentines voice would hiss with sizzling venom. "I am leading a Raid on RiverClan! Who will fight with me?" The anger in the third tiers tone was far beyond clan rivals, instead it was more personal. The Patriarch had business to settle there.

LINK&& THE NEW KING, YOUNG SIMBA ' BLOODCLAN RAID

[size=9]"What happened to Nighttales?" Valentine hissed, ears flattening at the news. Had his cousin died just as Tama? He was loosing everything that still linked him to Salted...

// rushed oOOPs

[size=9]Stubborness crossed the wildcats features as he averted his gaze from Ashpaw's, shrugging. When was the last time he'd had a good meal? To long ago for him to recall. It was not that he was doing it on purpose, Valentine simply never had the desire to eat, and every attempt came back up bitterly.

[size=9] The serval raised his head and peered at the rumbling sky with wariness, ears twitching as thunder rolled across the darkened clouds as if it had came from the throat of a dragon. A few droplets of rain fell here and there, seeping through his coat and spreading across his skin, causing the male to shutter. The weather would not prevent this from happening, Valentine would make sure of that.

A dark, drained perceptor preened bitterly around the cave as the wildcat skitted into the middle of RiverClan's camp, coat wet from bursting past the flow of water that was supposed to "conceal" the entrance. Warm orange light filtered in through the opening behind him, cast by fires that had been set wherever they could. "Come on pussies, lets have some fun!" The third tier hissed, flattening his ears tightly against his cranium.

[size=9]"Burn their home to the ground." Valentine would state, gaze digging into Jackdaw for a few moments before he turned at the sound of another voice. The feeling was mutual. He would want to keep an eye on Ashpaw, for he didnt want Amour having his ass.

//LINK UP

[size=9] His eye narrowed harshly as the canine came into view, not at all intimidated. He'd faced fiercer foes. Was he just going to stand there and admire his curves? Typical RiverClanmers. All bark, no bite. They wanted to act tough like they were an Anti-Clan, but shyed away at the glint of claws.

Unsheathing his own dagger like weapons, the burnt serval released a threatening hiss, pressing his ears tightly against his slender cranium. Valentine wasnt about to have a chatting session with the pansies he'd come to attack.

[size=9]A sudden appearance caught his eye, distracting him. As the serval turned to stare in confusion at the—er—potted plant, a heavy force slammed into him causing his thin body to be launched back. The wildcat's cranium made contact with the stone first, slamming against it with such a force that lights flashed across his vision. He was already half blind, the spotty sight was extremly annoying as well as frightening. Picking himself up slowly, Valentine turned grudgedly towards Ramses, blood trickling from a cut across his brow. This kid reminded him alot of someone he once knew. Zombie Vantas. It was a name he hadn't heard in a while, not since Candycorpse disappeared to god knows where.

Once the vertigo subsided, the third tier launched himself forward once more, racing towards his foe with agile speed. Apon reaching the canine, Val leaped towards RAMSES'S back, hoping to claw his way atop the RiverClanner and cling there, aiming scrape his hindlegs down his spine for a few scratches. The thick pelt that the warrior had made it hard for the simple slash and gash tactics.

[size=9] The scent of BoneClan reached the third tier like a slap in the face, causing him to pause in his tracks. Perking his ears, Valentine rustily stretched out his super senses in order to pinpoint the exact location of the visiter. With an seemingly annoyed huff, the thin serval discarded his trek and ventured over to the border, cautious. "Name and business..?" The wildcat would inquire tentively, keeping a reasonable distance away from the canine.