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One of the two deputies of WindClan, the darker side of the pair, Blacktwist limped up to the new warrior. His burning orange eyes went from Lillypollen then to Hawkwing and he had to suppress an indignant laugh at the Clan cats' assumptions.

"The first thing you want to do is have a mate?" he asked sarcastically. He hadn't spoken informally to the other WindClanners - he refused to call them 'clanmates' - in a very long time. Practically since he had been named deputy. "Truly, your initiation should be one of pain. One that leaves a scar. One that rips the skin and reveals the soul," the dark gray tabby meowed with a thin grin twisting up his muzzle. "Oh how I've seen many cats fall from grace due to their love for another!" Blacktwist continued, his words sounding more psychotic by the second.

Smallclaw's oil-black ears became perpendicular to his skull when Sabrestar asked him if he would like to be a Learner. Uh, yes, yes! Yes please! was what he wanted to say, but instead tried to slow his thoughts back into composure so that the next thing to come from his gaping mouth wouldn't be so childish.

"Honestly, saying 'no' would be the worst mistake of my life," Smallclaw meowed with the most humble grin he could manage. Though he was sure his sisters would be disappointed in his selfish words, that just made the prospect of learning the language of one of those great beasts that could snap either of them in half even more glamorous. "Yes, it would be a great honor to learn the languages of Avians and Canines."

"Problem?" Blacktwist meowed innocently, "I have a problem?" He simply smiled at Hawkfoot and chuckled. "My problem is your problem, is her problem," he meowed, almost rambling when he tipped his head towards Lillypollen. He always knew what he was talking about, he always knew the reason why he did what he did. That was all that mattered. There was no incentive to explain it to these WindClanners.

Terrorfang looked to her brother, an inquiring look on her face. She knew without saying, Freezesight would understand what she was asking. Speaking her question otherwise could possibly get the siblings in trouble with the new leader. We are following this? NightClan?

"I don't see anything wrong with it," Freezesight shrugged calmly. He trusted Ravennight and whatever decision he went with. "I'm just wondering what will become of us when he's gone and we are retaken by StarClan worshippers," he added with a grimace. Personally, the lean brown tabby preferred the idea of NightClan over StarClan. He and his sister were both pure ShadowClan, so they had nothing to lose.

Freezesight prowled up to Ravenaura, his jaws clamped firmly over the tail of grass-colored lizard. "Hey, who's that handsome cat there," he meowed jokingly, taking a subtle jibe at how it seemed so many she-cats were pining after the leader since his coming to power. The lean brown and white tabby was full ShadowClan, thus felt nothing but friendliness for Ravenaura.

"How's it going?" Freezesight initiated a relaxed conversation.

Blacktwist nodded to the she-cat. "My apologies then," he meowed. The dark gray tabby said nothing more but glued his sights on Lillypollen, expectance and judgement in his orange gaze. He wasn't too fond of she-cats, not in that way, anyway, so he hoped his staring wouldn't be taken the wrong way, but it was his own sort of test for the new warrior.

Smallclaw dipped his head, understanding the rules being laid out. Verbally abusing is what he was best at! Of course, he reminded himself quickly, he shouldn't go out of his way to find trouble. No way. I've never done that, he thought, defending himself as he got to his paws to leave the meeting, Trouble just always seems to find me.

A small half-laugh, half-sigh escaped his jaws before he turned away. "Sounds great. Good luck!" Smallclaw added to the new leader, his eagle and dog friends, and the other Silverbloods.

Cool!

One question, though, are you guys still handing out the badges? Or have you already given the badges out to people? Because, I see at least three that I have met the requirements for, but do not have the badge.

Er, here are the ones I have the prerequisites for:
Silver Member
Certified Warrior
Certified Mentor

Boomerang just had to choose now of all times to come out of his little, makeshift den. It seemed no more than a heartbeat since his ginger-pointed paw touched the outside then he was propelled into the air, startled by a clap of thunder. And no sooner than he managed to slow his heart ramming against his ribcage, than the sky seemed to tear open and drench him with rain.

Filth stared up in horror as the horizon was suddenly set ablaze. To think, she was going to venture into the forest today, but even here, in the twolegplace, where chaotic streets wound between her and the trees, smoke hung more heavily than natural. The ugly tortoiseshell let out a low wail, her one good amber eye staring out with grief.

"My brother! Oh, my poor brother!" Filth feared for her brother who more than likely lived in the forest at this time.

Adrammelech was actually close enough to the edge of the forest to avoid the fire that raged on further in. The menacing silver tom simply cast his cobalt blue eyes to the night sky as he heard the yowls of other forest cats, adding maddened mewls to the mix of the midnight noises. A star? Huh, Adram thought, wrinkling his nose as he tried to force himself to be interested in what everyone else seemed to be.

"Decently," Freezesight responded with a smile. Truth be told, he had only been able to catch a single bird, but he also found it hard to concentrate on solely hunting with so much that had been going on. His sister seemed to have had good luck with it though. "Found out anymore half-Clanners?" he asked as casually as possible.

Blacktwist had paused from where he was trying to round up the prisoners to watch the antagonists. He didn't step in. This was what he liked to see. Chaos. To show that nothing was invincible, that there was no such thing as order. To prove he was right, to himself.

He admired Gravelstar for all her strength and blunt assertion, and would have stalked over to her side if it weren't for him needing to keep an eye on the Elite cats. Though, Blacktwist knew he agreed more with Shegora, as much as the wildcat pulled his suspicion.

The dark gray deputy's eyes slid over to Cyanthro, Shegora's shadow and was surprised to see that the large tom stayed. "And so another pattern broken," Blacktwist meowed, his expression blank aside from a single twitch of his whiskers. But still, despite his own morals or lack thereof, he was bound by duty to see to the leader first.

"Gravelstar," he meowed sharply, jerking his head toward her den. He needed to get her out of the fray, so to speak, before someone else said something that would detonate another explosion of emotions, and displaying another fiasco for the Elite leader to witness.

"If that's what you choose," Blacktwist meowed calmly to Caninestar. "You're assistance was greatly appreciated and you are welcome to stay longer, but if you feel you must go, than that is best." The dark gray tom was never one for obvious answers. He didn't own this cat, if he felt he had to go, he didn't want to be responsible.

He nodded to Blizzardstorm, agreeing with the WindClanner. Blacktwist's face stayed stubbornly in the same expression it had been. Gravelstar needed to get out of the crowd. He could understand that. But he wondered how long it would take for the poor leader's mind to crack under the pressure. The psyche, he had learned, was just as fragile as an eggshell when responsibility laid heavy on one's shoulders.

"You all, just stay put in the den," he nodded to the prisoners with a calm smile, "You will be treated fairly from here on. No unwarranted punishment will be dealt." Leaping awkwardly onto the Tallrock, Blacktwist faced the WindClanners and allies. "Patrols, get to them," he ordered, if the Elite were coming, the last thing they needed was to be caught off guard. "If anything happens, you all will be informed, until then, go do something productive," he added, waiting for anyone to ask any questions or make any simple comments before going off himself, onto a patrol.

Sparkpaw remained quiet for a moment, trying to think of what the appropriate response would be. Still, her thoughts were on the multitude of herbs bordering the den, especially when attention was drawn back to her throbbing paw. The normal thing would be to apologize, right? the white she-cat asked herself and, looking up at Browndune, seemed to be silently asking the medicine cat if that was what she should do.

"I-I..." she broke off and lowered her head in frustration when she found herself unable to say those words. "... But.... what about herbs that won't hurt anyone?" Sparkpaw asked, ears lowering submissively to show that she wasn't meaning to sound argumentative. Her curiosity was getting the best of her.

"I'd imagine it would be difficult," Freezesight nodded, looking out to the other ShadowClanners who were going about their business. "It's hard to get them to admit to any crime, especially when the leader is the one doing the prying." He cast his powder blue gaze back to Ravennight, a thought glimmering in his eyes. "Now, what if you had spies? No one would know except for you, and they would covertly find out who's a half-Clanner," he suggested, his voice low. Freezesight wondered for a second after he spoke if the leader already had this kind of plan. After all, the tabby warrior wouldn't have a clue if it were as secretive as he imagined it would be.

Blacktwist's whiskers twitched when Cloudvision came up. Though the dark gray tabby hadn't thought he was talking loudly, he was aware that blind cats had a more heightened sense of hearing then those with sight. Perhaps this cat was no different.

"We believe we may have been poisoned, we don't recall what happened before we fell unconscious, so we want to know if we were poisoned and, if so, are what kind of effects we should be wary of," the WindClan deputy meowed calmly, speaking more for the hot-headed Mintdapple than for himself.

((Ooo~ Did something happen to Zinniawisp? I love stalking plots xD))

Blacktwist prowled up beside Gravelstar. He had been watching at a distance as the exchange happened for most of the time. It hadn't seemed like he was needed, besides, his intrusion before the deal was agreed upon could have made the opposing party suspicious and, thus, dangerous.

"Everything going well, yes?" he asked in a murmur so only the WindClan leader could hear. "Do you think they'll do anything once they see the... condition, she's in?" the deputy asked, still whispering, referring to Capone having been blinded and clawed up pretty badly.

A sleek, black shadow broke apart from the ones cast from the trees. His lean legs and small form clad in ink aside from a white dash - a badge of light - blotted on his narrow chest. The tom was small in stature, around apprentice sized, but in the light that every now and then broke through, striping the forest floor and any other creatures below, the tips of long, white claws could be seen just protruding from his paws.

Smallclaw wrinkled his nose, whiskers rippling along with the action as he stopped slinking. The newly appointed Silverblood could smell another cat. All concentration went into finding out who the scent belonged to. Of course, without even trying, Smallclaw could tell it was another SunClanner. But is it one of them? Cloverpaw? Lillypaw? he wondered, half-hoping it was one of his sisters.

He hadn't seen either she-cat in a while. Too embarassed to face me! Neither of them amounted to anything and here I am, Smallclaw ranted silently, a sneer in his acidic yellow eyes, I accomplished everything I ever wanted.

Of course, the scent didn't belong to either the tabby or the tortoiseshell he was hoping for. So the ink-furred tom shrugged and padded into the shed. It was a tortoiseshell, the undersized silverblood remarked silently, but not Lillypaw, why not strike up a conversation? "Hey," Smallclaw meowed to Clockwork as he passed the threshold of the Warrior's shed. "It's a nice day out," he commented with a half-grin.

Blacktwist nodded, a surge of admiration for the WindClan leader's natural bargaining attitude. He wasn't the most charismatic and would have simply started up an argument and thus a fight, if it came down to it. Gravelstar was the leader the Clan cat's needed, whether they wanted to believe it or not.

At Aella's response, the deputy turned his head slightly to look at Gravelstar. But, does this mean we're going to their camp to make sure the prisoners are released? Blacktwist wondered silently, his tail tip twitching in thought. He kept his comments to himself though, until Gravelstar spoke.