Fang thought of her mate, Dragon, and silently mourned not being able to see him. Would the Clans let her see him? Probably not, and she might not even be able to see her son. Now she was a shadow of who she was, and was growing darker souled every day. No-one understood her, and so they would probably have to find a way to get rid of her. There was no chance of the fact that she would join a Clan segment, it would have been madness.
The black female prowled through the ShadowClan segment's territory, the perfect place for her dark mind. Always alert for BloodClan cats, the female's cold blue eyes raked the forest for prey. Fang's senses had sharpened, and she could often tell when a cat was coming near her. She often practised her battle moves, ready for an attack of any sort whether it be Clan or rogue.
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Jetstream patiently waited for Lightfoot, he wanted permission to go see his family. Obviously it would be hard trying to persuade him to let Jetstream go, but Jetstream wasn't an apprentice anymore. Lightfoot had seen to that when they had returned to the forest as a large group. He missed his mother, she had disappeared into the forest after an argument, and hadn't been seen since. He often asked for information from the other Clans, but so far he hadn't had any luck.
The tom grew impatient, flexing his claws often or pacing in front of the camp entrance. Why wasn't he back yet? Jetstream growled under his breath, and sat down. His black fur was full of dirt, he had just returned from a border patrol and they had been attacked by BloodClan. Another cat had been stolen. It was lucky that he hadn't been taken, he was deputy and had an important job.
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Darkberry looked through his herbs, sighing as he realised that they had few. He would have to go and gather them, and a couple of warriors would have to come with him as it wasn't safe for a cat to go around by himself. It was a pain, he would have to wait for the warriors to finish patrolling or hunting. It could take absolutely ages.
Not sure what to do, he started sorting out what herbs he did have. It didn't take long, and he realised that he might as well take a nap. He was hot, so he padded, yawning, to his den and flopped onto the floor. Darkberry groomed his black fur and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the moss.
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Bluefeather padded around the camp, her ungroomed fur sticking out in the well-groomed Clan. Her bluish fur no longer looked blue, it looked grey from the dust on the floor. Her eyes were a dull green, no sparkle in her eye. All this had started when she had found out that her mate had died, and she wasn't planning on working on staying alive much longer. It was as if her whole world had gone, and she envied anyone with a family.
She wished that they had left her back at the BloodClan camp, everything had gone wrong for her. Nothing had turned out right lately, and she couldn't even hunt for her Clan anymore. Bluefeather was useless on patrols as she wasn't careful enough, and she didn't even bother trying to be social. She was no longer part of her Clan, she was an outsider in her own home.
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Wingstorm looked worriedly over at Bluefeather, she hadn't eaten at all lately. He felt bad, as if it was his fault that her mate had died in the first attack. Not knowing what to do about her, he thought about talking to Dragon about her. If anyone could help, it was him. Sighing, he headed over to Dragon's den. Turning back, he was unsure whether to do it or not. What happened if she hated him and pushed him away? He was all she had.
Wingstorm turned back towards Dragon's den. It was for Bluefeather's own good. Not caring what she thought, he walked right up to the entrance of Dragon's den.
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Blaze ran through the camp, trying to find his father. He wanted to go out into the forest, he wanted to go on one of the raids into Clan territory. Remembering the tales of the vicious forest cats, he shrieked in delight and ran faster. Either leader would do, he would even go out with his mother if only he could see Clan territory.
The red of his pelt stood out in the camp, and he looked for the grey tabby that was his father. Blaze looked for the darker grey of Darkstar's pelt. He looked everywhere for them.