[ShadowClan][Small River] Claws and Bloodshed

The night had fallen late again, what was to be expected when it’s newleaf. Two pools of amber gazed over the ShadowClan territory, expressing peace. Right now everycat was asleep, right now he was wide awake. He slept during daytime in small doses, doing his job so that no one would care for him or look around. And at night, he woke up and went exploring. Nighttime was so much better then daytime, it gave him the opportunity to be around shadows. Shadows were his true ally, others were merely adopted by it, he was born in it, molded by it. His thin tail was moving on a rhythmic beat, while his paws were walking along a small river. His ears were flicked and his muscular muscles moved along his powerful paws. Where his father failed half a moon ago, he went on. His ‘former mentor’ Hollowflight learned him all kind of battle moves, hunting moves, everything since he was three moons old. He was a rogue now, and somewhere where Vulcanpaw could not reach. He had sworn to himself he would one day visit him and maybe go looking for a BloodClan cat or rogue, it would mean a perfect, adrenaline rushing experience to fight with one of those. He just knew what to do when he would met one, and he would win, he always won. His spotted ears flicked when he could hear movement ahead of him, he opened his jaws and smelled with a smirk that it was a squirrel. He crouched down in a hunting crouch and slowly stalked forward, only to be greeted by the squirrel who sprang out of the bushes in accident right into his paws. Vulcanpaw grabbed it by the neck and made sure it would never breath again. His prey fell in front of him, and he huffed. Well at least he had something for himself this evening. Under the stars he lay down next to the small river and begon to pluck some fur from his prey, not even taking a nibble out of it. Then he heard movement from behind. Vulcanpaw acted like he did not notice it and began to eat, a bit stiffly. When he could swear someone was stalking up to him he mew unimpressed “What do you want, Gast?” He turned his body around and looked into the direction of his Clanmate.

^ Eeyup, used the USERNAME code (:

[Saw a Christopher Nolan quote in there, ey?]

The kit huffed under his breath after having recognized his clanmate's voice. Could he not trek beside the river without approaching another cat? Night seemed to be fading in its former glory of mystery, as everyone seemed to be accustomed to it. Yes, Solsticekit loved the dark, the night - while others feared not being able to see clearly, he had the same phobia for the daytime. In the daytime, you didnt know who your enemy was - in the daytime, everyone could see every detail of your appearance and expression. What was more fearful than that, knowing all eyes were upon you? It gave Solsticekit an insecure feeling; and insecure was a feeling he came across rarely. Therefore, the tom perferred going out after sun down.

Looked like others had his preference as well.

"Vulcanpaw?" he inquired softly, unwilling to have his voice rise above the gentle rushing of the river. Solsticekit hadnt met his clanmate Vulcanpaw quite well, having only seen the other tom once or twice before. He recognized the cat, however, by having heard his name called multiple times within the camp. He cursed under his breath, hoping the one he spoke to wasnt of trait to drag him back to camp. After all, kits werent allowed out without supervision. Stupid rule.