Post by crystalpelt on Nov 11, 2009 0:05:00 GMT -6
Bloodfang opened his mouth, taking in the scents around him. As soon as the cats had left for the gathering, he headed out with Whiteheart. Even though he had just simply suggested going hunting together, that wasn't the case at all. He didn't really care about feeding the Clan; it was greenleaf, they had plenty of food. His main concern was Whiteheart.
He could already tell she would be an easy one to manipulate. She was a kind one; a little too kind for her own good. He seriously didn't think Shadowclan cats were suppose to be this kind. Did she forget what Clan she was in? She wasn't a weak Thunderclan cat; Shadowclan cats are suppose to be fierce and and aggressive but she was different. He wasn't complaining though; this just meant she would be easy prey.
The young cat was the complete opposite of Darkflower. Darkflower was an older and possibly wiser she-cat. She was a perfect example of a true Shadowclan cat; fierce, agressive, and hostile. She had been quick to snap at him even though he hadn't said a word to her. But he expected as much from a Shadowclan cat. Her sharp tongue made her attractive and definitely gained Bloodfang's attention. He had to have her...but he would focus more on her later. He had to make sure his claws was deeply dug into Whiteheart before he moved to another she-cat.
His eyes easily adapted to the darkness of the night. He lifted his head up, looking at Silverpelt. He didn't really believe in Starclan; he had no reason to believe in such a tale. What have Starclan ever done for him? The only reason he was interested in Starclan was because he had heard they granted the leader of a Clan nine-lives. As long as they gave him what he wanted when Specklestar was out of the way, then he would believe in them.
His amber eyes glowed in the night as he then focused on the cat a few kitten-steps away. He slowed his pace, now starting to walk at her side. He needed to know her a little more; know a bit more about her history before he can secure his grip on her. He had to know ever little detail about her that would benefit him in the long-run. "So tell me more about yourself Whiteheart."
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