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[Neon Blue]

Rustheart

Rats. The main food source for them was fighting back? Interesting, a problem for sure, one they could not offered at a time such as this. Things where going so right, any problem with food could only set the back. But perhaps it was for the good. Swishing his tail in irritation, he turned, paws carrying him away from the nursery and toward the front of the train. "If the rats wish to fight back, let them. We will win. From now on no cat is to leave the camp alone. We don't want anyone caught alone after all."

Speaking of going out, he needed to visit the theaters roof, to receive his nine lives from Starclan. His smile was cold, soon he would be one step closer to power. Pausing he twisted his head around, odd gaze blinked at his Aide. "Whenever you finish up here, Onyxheart, meet me with you apprentice at the subway stairs. Tonight we leave for the theater." Without another word he moved on.

(Rustheart out)

[latepath]

Dawnkit snarled silently, her lips drawn back in anger, as the tom, Onyxheart padded back into the Birthing den. She was about to move forward and face him, when Goldenheart's tail swished in front of her and blocked her. The little she-kit looked up at the Birther, realizing that she was stopping her from going to the tom.
She sat down and glared at Onyxheart, as Goldenheart threatened him. She then felt her fur prickle in unease as the tom replied. She resisted the urge to flinch when mentioned how she was orphaned, and as much as she wanted to cringe away from the look he gave her, she simply flicked her ears. She refused to show such frightful emotions at what he was saying; she didn't want to give him that satisfaction, but it was so hard to hide them!
Dawnkit couldn't help but widen her eyes slightly when the tom spoke of her death, and how easy that would come if Goldenheart wasn't around. She suppressed a shudder, and hid the fear in her eyes, replacing it with rage, even though she was terrified. Then the tom continued, to threaten the Birther, and the she-kit turned her gaze to the older she-cat, worry clear in her eyes; she had no need to hide feelings when she was with another female.

Nightfall nodded as the Superior spoke, bowing his head to the leader of Shadowclan. He knew what was best and the Defender would follow his orders. No cat was to leave camp alone.
He flexed his claws and watched as they scrapped against the cold steel beneath him. It sounded as if Rustheart had just declared war on the rats. Though, Nightfall, was exactly thrilled with fighting, it did get him going. Now he found himself anticipating a fight, but he pushed that aside. He was in camp now, so he should relax.
Nightfall looked over at Onyxheart, and was surprised and relieved when he saw that Goldenheart was unharmed. It seemed that she was being threatened instead.
He got to his feet and gazed at the Birther for a moment, before averting his gaze. She was so beautiful and he couldn't help but stare sometimes. He tried not to, knowing that his very presence terrified many females. He wondered if he would ever find a mate... or would he live his life alone?