Natural Selection (SilC Report)

[Brambleclaw]

((If you decide to listen to Fallingfeather, change the title please))


Fallingfeather gently stroked her velvety fur. As she sat, the light from the sun already erupting into color, she knew that soon dusk would arrive. Then nightfall. She would hurry up and talk to her leader about some new - and old - traditions. Sighing, the she-cat felt the stirring, gentle breeze play through the air. The scents of her Clan, mingling together in a foul form did not appease her. As her mind raced to find fitting words, a speech to convince even the toughest of leaders, she began to notice his scent getting stronger.

[[S]hadow™]

Shadowstar padded into the camp clenching a vole in his jaw. After dropping it in the fresh-kill pile, he padded over to his deputy. "How are the patrols going? he asked.

[Brambleclaw]

"Fine enough." She replied delicately. Now for more deepening matters. "Of course, our warriors are itching for a battle. Maybe we can arrange one?" She mewed, still acting as if she only half cared. Let him care, for all she was concerned. But now to continue. "I have heard rumors of RiverClan's prey vanishing in the heat. As well as the loss of water from said heat, they are in due time for a ceremony. The possibility of catching them when they least suspect it, destroying new warriors and apprentices. We could strike now? We are all prepared, I have made sure that cats have had ample rest and prey has been caught enough to sustain." She was now acting as if she cared the slightest about what she said, still speaking lightly however.

[[S]hadow™]

Shadowstar contemplated the suggestion before he spoke. "I am glad you have brought this to my attention. Organize a patrol of our strongest warriors and apprentices. We will attack at sunset," he meowed with a hint of eagerness. He could not wait for another battle. His claws itched to be sunk into rival cats pelt.