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Blueflower

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Blueflower groomed her fur, especially her tail, for it was sticking up in odd angles. Also, this helped warm her up. It was the season for freezing temperatures, and while ShadowClan had not been graced with too much snow, it was still like walking into a giant icicle. The she-cat paused in her work to shiver, her blue eyes looking troubled by the temperature or maybe something else. Twisting a little to reach her shoulder, she gave it a few licks before finally being satisfied with her appearance. It wasn't like she was vanity-stricken or anything, but hey, she was a she-cat! She couldn't just mosey around with disheveled hair. The blue-gray warrior got up from her sitting position in the warrior's den, the darkness finally getting to her. Padding out of the place, she took a look around, adjusting her eyes to the slight change in light. Of course, everywhere in ShadowClan was dark, but the light varied! Seriously!

Letting out a breath and watching the carbon dioxide float away until it dissipated, Blueflower noted again the cold. Despite that, she felt rather cheery that morning. She may always be happy, yes, but she felt more optimistic than usual (if that was possible). With a bounce to her step, she padded further into the shaded clearing and looked up at the sky. It was overcast, and she pondered over the possibility of more snow. She wouldn't mind, of course, because it didn't really affect them, but... Shaking off the thought, she turned and made a bee-line for the camp's exit; no one was around and about yet, so she assumed that she mayas well just leave. Cats were probably still sleeping, or if not already out. Blueflower had a slightly issue with telling the time of day, but it seemed fairly early. And besides, she rarely overslept that badly. (And someone would wake her, right?)

Glancing around again as she neared the exit, she suddenly changed her mind and daintily turned. She decided that she would wait for someone so she could drag them along with her. That sounded like a good plan to her. Sitting down in a random place, she perked her ears and waited for another cat. In the meantime, she was getting impatient. Blueflower hated being alone like this, which is why she disliked mornings when everyone was doing their own thing and one couldn't keep track of others. Tucking her tail close to her, she imagined she must have looked mighty desperate and small just crouching in a swath of grass like she was.

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Tik Tok - Ke$ha

[Snowy]

The sun was shining through the trees surrounding the hollow, sending its shadowy light through the leaves, dappling the ground on which many paw steps have walked on. It shone through the imprints, off the puddles, collected on the grass, and it was hidden in the shadows. It broke into camp, shining itself on those lazy enough to still be sleepy, and those bustling around camp in the early time. Not much productive work, just grooming themselves, and grabbing some prey to eat. Behavior that would be frowned on once found out. The song of birds was heard, seeping into the hollow, as a wake up call. Their voices were sweet, and melodic, as they slowly lured them out of dream world and into waking. One certain bird let out a cry, cut short by a pounce, and ended in a sickly sounding cut-off: one final screech, and then silence. The patrol had silenced it forever. One less live of a bird, one more meal with a clan-mate. It had to be done.

The snow outside of camp was piled up in large snowbanks, as more and more piled on top. It threatened to collapse on any cat that dared walk under it, and shed itself at the slightest movement. It had gaps, passageways for the clans prey. Mice used it to access their burrows entrance, and squirrels used it to walk from tree to tree. It was an inconvenience for the clan though, as they had to either go around it, or shove head first to get in. But to do that, was suicide.

A she-cat was just padding back into camp, long white fur covered in the light snow. She was accustomed to its feel, as she was usually spending her days out in the territory. The snow would blend in, and soon melt out. It wasn't an issue. Her blue eyes glanced around camp, cold and piercing. She wasn't shivering, as many were. Her pelt was thick enough to withstand such temperatures. She had a plump mouse in her jaws, probably the best she would find all season. It was going to be difficult, but the clan would manage. She would force them to manage. If it meant the warriors spending all their time out in the territory, hunting, then fine. That is what she would make them do.

But is overworking your warriors a smart idea? The other clans could use it as a weakness against you. They could attack, and with all your warriors hunting, would you be able to defend yourself?
Shut up. I'm leader of this clan, and I know what I'm doing.
But do you? How do you know what's best for your clan? You've only been leader for five moons. You aren't skilled, or experienced. You've watched Darkstar, but does that truly give you enough experience to be positive on your actions?
What part of 'shut up' do you not understand?
For one, that phrase isn't ac-
Oh, shut yourself up Seven. Stop with your useless blabber and analyzing. Just leave her be. She can take care of herself.
Thank you.

She dropped the succulent vole on the pile. She would instruct an apprentice to give it to a queen or medicine cat soon enough. She glanced around, before heading off towards the apprentice den. She better not find any of them sleeping in. She would personally make sure they were trained until they were each sore. But she stopped in her tracks as she saw one of her warriors doing nothing. She turned around, and strode, thin legs quickly covering the distance. “Blueflower,” the leader barked, voice sounding loud and authoritative. You sound scary... “Why aren't you doing anything?” She soon stopped in front of the she-cat. “Take an apprentice out for training, or go hunting. The clan needs all the help it can get.” She sounded commanding, and annoyed. Warriors couldn't be sitting around doing nothing. “On second thought, go hunting,” She turned away, sounding disgusted now. “The clan needs the prey.”

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Blueflower

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The gray-blue she-cat was brought out of whatever musings her mind had meandered into when a certain Clan leader barked at her. Blueflower's ear flicked in her direction before the rest of her head followed. Blue eyes looking innocently at the white she-cat, she straightened herself up and lifted her chin a bit, taking her (what would be bossy and hurtful to others) remarks in stride. She knew that it was leafbare, and she knew her leader's temperament from experiences with her previous. Also, the warrior wasn't one to get riled up just because someone decided to be curt. Although, she did wish that the she-cat wasn't so sharp sometimes; it meant that she was unhappy, and Blueflower didn't like that. The ShadowClan cat barely understood her leader, though. Even though she was grudgingly knowledgeable about Clan politics and everyone involved in it, she had to admit that Snowstar was a bit of a mystery to her. Only a moon after her leadership, she had decided to stop bothering over her and just take whatever she did with a level head and calm voice. It really was the only way to go about things with her; their personalities clashed like dew drops and heavy frost. The small warrior being a free-spirit, she wasn't one to care for strict order. Too bad for her that that was almost the exact opposite of how her Clan was currently being run. Suppressing a sigh, she decided she better retort before her leader got even more upset.

"I'm afraid I do not know where my apprentice is; I believe another cat took him out without asking me..." she meowed politely, her chin shaking slightly for emphasis. It was pretty unlikely, though, that what she had suggested was the case. Most cats didn't really care to deal with her apprentice, and normally she wouldn't be so overlooked as to not be asked if her charges could be taken out without her in the first place. She hadn't seen the young tom though, so she could only assume. Her blue eyes watched the leader turn after she had told her to hunt instead. Blueflower stifled the want to frown or look extremely displeased when the leader had the gaul to sound disgusted. It better not be with me, she couldn't help but think, her subdued aggressive side rising in defense. Nodding curtly then to mirror Snowstar's sourness, she meowed in a low yet obedient tone, "Of course. I was merely waiting for someone to accompany me out, though. It can be quite hard hunting without another sometimes, especially with so many hazards about with all this snow." The small, mischievous rebel within her half wanted to get a rise out of the other, but it wasn't necessarily her intention. Something to keep in mind was that Blueflower wasn't afraid of most cats (including her superiors); she knew how to deal with a lot of things, and no disposition was too difficult. StarClan, she dealt with her brother on a day to day basis, didn't she? It was these moments, though, that she wished that everyone would relax. Part of what made leafbare so horrible was how everyone just loved to carry around the worst of moods. If they just cheered up a little, they'd be able to get through it a bit better.

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[Snowy]

The she-cat looked upon her, and was that defiance she spied in her warriors eyes? Did those blue eyes belong to someone who wanted to go against her, to not listen and just do their own thing? Did the warrior dare to start a mutiny against her? Snowstar wouldn't have it. She hated disloyalty most of all. If it happened in her clan, the cat would most likely be banished. For going against the leader, and in the long shot, against the health of the whole clan. She also couldn't stand inter-clan relationships. She knew it happened: she had suspected her sister had a mate in another clan at one point, but that thought had quickly been pulled out of her mind. And how had she reacted? She had been hostile. Was she supposed to be okay with her sisters supposed forbidden relationships? It turned out that her sister enjoyed hunting in the same place at the same time every day. Who knew. Though she still wasn't too sure about her.
Wow, you're so stupid. She is obviously going behind your back to hurt the clan. You should do something.
This is one of those moments when you become completely useless and stupid. I wish you weren't here at times. I wished I hadn't cracked.
Cracked isn't the correct term. It was more of a mental breakdown, where parts of the brain have shut off, and let other parts open. Your 'fun' areas have shut down, or gone to 'sleep', if you want it put that way. And other parts, such as the parts that control anger and compulsiveness, have started growing stronger. It's rather simple. It can be solved rather quickly.
And how would that be?
I can't believe you haven't thought of it yet: kill yourself.
Wasn't that a lovely idea. To go, and waste all...nine lives she had and go waste them all. Maybe go get herself killed on some jagged rocks at the bottom of a crag. Or go have a warrior kill her. Or go and stand in the middle of the Thunder Path. The last thought made her shiver internally, and she knew she could never do that. She'd never be able to even place a paw on it. Why was she even thinking about something so cruel? She knew she'd never kill herself. She had to lead the clan to greatness.
She turned her thoughts back to the warrior, before pulling up to her full height- still really short. Her steel icy eyes were focused on the warrior, and slightly narrowed, as she mulled over what Blueflower had said. The scar on the side of her face itched, but she didn't dare scratch at it. Didn't want to reopen the wound: it had been falling open more and more lately, causing her to leave a trail of pus and blood from where ever she had been to the medicine cat den. She pawed at the ground with her back leg, claws unsheathed, before softly shaking it out.
“Well, go find some other warrior. Maybe go find a mentor to bring their apprentice. The clan could use the prey. Go by the border, it seems as if the prey is running the best there.”

[/b] Her gaze traveled to the camp, searching for a so said mentor or apprentice. None were in sight, so she turned back. ”But don't let me hear any report of Shadowclan scent on the other side of the border. If even a paw is set over, you will be cleaning the elders den for the rest of leaf-bare.”[/b] As many knew, her threat wasn't hollow. She would force the warrior to do this, for disrespecting borders. Warriors stepping over borders sent out the image of weakness, and made Shadowclan look like rule-ignoring scoundrels. She wouldn't allow her clan to be looked at like that.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]