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Silentshadow's tail lashed, his amber eyes narrowing. His head throbbed painfully and his claws began to dig into the soft dirt that he was standing above, making large score marks in the earth. He knew that he was going to have to clean out his claws later, which only made his eye-twitch. Another time-consuming project that would be wasteful to the Clan. Why would Fallingsun do this? His midnight black fur was spiked up along his spine, almost making him look like a Rhodesian Ridge-back. His eyes, which burned with anger, were focused on the tortishell female. Many things were rolling through his mind; many bad things. Framing someone...he was good at lying (though he didn't do so often) so that wouldn't be an issue if he were to ruin a cats life. Though his mind was crammed with terrible thoughts, the black tom kept a straight/angry face. He would think these things, but in the back of his mind, he knew that he would never do anything that could possibly hurt a Clanmate. They had accepted him; it was only fair that he didn't slaughter them all. But the fact that Fallingsun had to go and ruin his hunt like that really pissed him off. The prey had been big enough to feed at least half of the Clan, and he was so close...so close to killing it before she jumped out. "What the hell?! Can't you go somewhere else and not bother me?!" He hissed at the female, his eyes glowing even brighter as the tree branches above him twisted and turned, casting shadows over the forest floor.
Fallingsun had been stalking the same prey as Silentshadow. She had been gliding through the forest, invisible in the bracken, and when she had sprung, Silentshadow did the same. He was now throwing a fit, saying that it has his, and being a typical tom. "Stop your whining, Mr. I-am-going-to-steal-my-hunt!" Her beautiful long fur was spiked up, and her lips were curled in a small snarl. Tension had been rising between herself and Silent ever since Fallingsun had accidentally tripped the tom and had him break his back leg a few moons ago. Of course, his leg was still tender, and with the tom being as reckless as he was, he HATED having to be careful. Its hard to be silent and sneaky when you are only using three legs. She let out a small huff. She didn't want to fight, but that is all Silentshadow did. "I'm not fighting anymore. I'm sorry." Lashing her tail, she turned around and stalked away, her heart dropping. She had let go of her pride to say that, and she was not happy. She was completely exasperated. After walking for a little while, the sun started to beat down on her coat, but the smell of rain briefly hit her nose. Maybe a small dip in the lake will fix the heat on my pelt. May as well before it rains,, she thought with a small, hopeful smile. Maybe Ashstar could join me.
Sunstream laid at the edge of the camp, calmly dragging his tongue across his fluffy orange tail, already beginning with his daily grooming. A blast of semi-cold air swept through the camp, making the male wince. He paused, looking up at the gray sky. He hated even the littlest bit of cold. Summer was where it was at; more prey, less irritable she-cats during that time, the list goes on. His ears flicked as a small growl sounded from behind him. Great, its Frostwing. The Coldest cat in the Clan, he thought teasingly, letting a small smirk slide onto his face. Why was everyone against the she-cat anyways? Sure, she was a ruthless, emotionless bot, but she was still a cat. Maybe. As long as she didn't hurt anyone, there shouldn't be an issue. Eh...i don't wanna get involved. He leaned down and began to groom. May as well get something done, he thought, dragging his tongue over his side fur, that had automatically spiked up when the she-cat growled behind him. "Hello, babe. How are you?"
Frostwing didn't say anything. She looked down at the tom for a few moments, her icy colored eyes blazing. Her pristine colored fur gleamed and shimmered in the light, and her ears were perked forward to listen to Sunstream. As soon as he spoke, her eyes gleamed in anger. 'Babe' was a word that she was NOT going to be called. She turned to walk away, purposely stepping on his tail as she passed. A smirk decorated her face when she heard a loud yowl from behind her. "Don't disrespect me, or you will be in a lot more pain than that," she hissed to him before turning and walking towards the Warriors Den to keep watch over the clearning.
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