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[color=f7941d][h2]Stormstrike.[/h2][/color]

It was ludicrous in the most shameful way that these warriors had even come past their border and he could feel anger gripping his bones as they finally showed face. It was an entire raiding party and he immediately found his hooked claws sinking into the earth as he stared murder at the Shadowclan patrol. The leader seemed to be hanging by a thread and it would have been startling if he wasn't so blinded by his anger. How dare these cats be so bold to enter their territory with a leader in tow. How dare these cats be so bold to ask for Hawkstar himself, Stormstrike's muscles were tensing in his body as he watched them. Silverstorm didn't signal an attack and that made him all the more furious as she spoke to them in her calm, soft voice. She didn't even get a little ruffled as the rat-faced tom smiled at her through his skinny muzzle.

"[color=f7941d]You can't be taking them serious--[/color]" they seemed to be going on no matter what he was saying in his growling undertone so he clamped his muzzle shut. 

He could feel the itch in his paws to leap forward and batter Ratnose until he was nothing but a scrap of bloody fur but he kept himself still. It didn't help the bristling in his fur as he listened to them speak. The last life of one leader wasn't anything to their clan and he didn't understand why Hawkstar needed to be informed of some coughing, pitiful mess. It wasn't their problem if Shadowclan would soon be lead by Ratnose. It wasn't their problem if the old leader up and croaked right now, it was their problem that these cats were [i]trespassers[/i]. These cats had violated clan law and they were on their territory, they had even brought enough cats to attack with a force.

When Silverstorm ordered her patrol to hunt for the tired Shadowclan cats, he felt his tail start lashing back and forth. He even turned to give her a challenging remark before she asked him to stay with her. A sigh escaped him and he eased his muscles as much as he could with all of his nerves screaming for a fight. He twisted around to rasp a tongue over his bristled fur as Silverstorm did her speaking thing, he couldn't very well interfere with her as she was talking. She had handled the situation without any bloodshed and it was admirable enough, though he wouldn't admit that to her. As the cats began to fill in again with prey to distribute, he had to keep from springing to his paws again over the loss of so much prey.

It was loyalty that made him so angry and upset over this, prey was important! They needed prey- It was also getting warm again and there would be less struggle to find it. He knew she knew what she was doing but he still wanted to chase these frog-eaters from their territory. He settled for trying to nip a burr from his thick gray coat and nearly tore out a good patch in his fury, tugging it sharply, the burr came loose and he spat it on the earth with a hiss of irritation. He had at least five more clinging to his tail and it just wasn't worth trying to work them out right now. When he looked up, he could see her gesturing him over.

Pulling himself to her side with weighted paws, he settled down and curled his tail over to begin working on the burrs that clung in the thick gray fur. Muttering through a mouthful of gray fur, he asked her in another undertone. "[color=f7941d]Are you positive this is a good idea, Silverstorm?[/color]"
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