(On the member's list, you spelled my character Leopardpelt's name wrong. He's the deputy of Midnight Clan and you spelled it Leopordpelt. Just letting you know!

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Leopardpelt laid on top of his den and watched everybody go about their daily buisness. Ever since he became deputy, he felt lonlier because he didn't have time for friends anymore, but happier because he finally got the position he's wanted all his life. He sighed and rested his head on his paws, wondering what it will be like when he's the leader of Midnight Clan and even busier than he is now.
Mistypaw walked around the medicine cat's den, checking to make sure they had enough of everything. Because there isn't a medicine cat, she's been doing everything and has been very busy lately and hasn't talked to any of her friends in weeks. She noticed the clan was short on poppyseeds, so she trotted out of camp to gather some.
Shadefeather walked around camp, talking to cats as they passed by, but not making much of a conversation. She didn't have any best friends, but she was friends with everybody and had only a few enemies, which were all from Midnight Clan. She eventually reached the edge of camp, and decided to go hunting. She trotted out and began searching for any mice, squirrels, rabbits... Or anything else she could find.
Sharptooth sat in his den, glaring at everybody. He hated how he couldn't be leader, and why a weak cat could. Lately, he had been dreaming of the day when he'd have control of the forest. Naturally, Sharptooth was very ambitious, aggressive, and overall, very
very dangerous and clever. He laid down and continued plotting.