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goldenthorn

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Goldenthorn's bushy white tail twitches as the tall tom stretches and begins to emerge from the grogginess of sleep. Other cats around him begin to stir as he does, yawning and groaning as they open their eyes. The tom is the first to sit up, sighing and grooming himself with deft licks across his pelt. Heterochromic eyes stare with distaste at the dawn sun, and he pulls himself up to a standing position and lets out a loud, almost-bark. "Come on, ObsidianClan! We have a leader to serve." he snarls, lashing his tail and stalking out the den, ignoring the protesting meows behind him.

Goldenthorn strides to the fresh-kill pile, picking out a fat-looking vole and quickly scarfing it down. He notes that he's almost always these days, he realises, as he licks his lips and buries the bones under a thin layer of dirt. He turns to exit the clan when he walks into another cat, scowling. "Please, watch where you're going."

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Inksplash was recovering from the battle with Ravineclan. He seethed angrily, Nightstar had appeared out of nowhere and shredded him pretty good before dislocating one of his legs. He still had a limp and his deeper cuts were still healing. But he was finally allowed to return to the warrior's den, though he had been given strict orders to stay in camp until his limp was gone. He had heard from Onyxstar that Novapaw had died but before she had died her leader had given her the name Novaflight. He had finally managed to kill one of his enemies now he just had to get revenge on Nightstar. Yes, Onyxstar had taken on of her lives but he wanted to take them all.

As he limped out of the medicine den and towards the freshkill pile another cat ran into him. Then he had the gall to tell him to watch where he was going. He hissed angrily, "your the one that ran into me Goldenthorn so why don't you watch where your going"

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goldenthorn

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Goldenthorn's ice blue eye and burnt amber eye reflect meet the gaze of Inkspash's bright blue and green eyes. His gaze flits over the other warrior with a smirk and he looks back at the other cat's face. "Why, Inksplash, is it that you're always such a prickly fellow? Is it perhaps because of those... how do I say, wounds left by... Ravinestar? Gosh, and that leg of yours. Maybe you should go sit down, Inky." the white cat's laughter echoes around the camp, then steps aside for the calico. "Go ahead."

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Inksplash lashed his tail, he knew what was coming. He had been defeated by Nightstar of Nightclan. Oh how this enraged him to no end. He would get his revenge someday. he had heard she had given birth to a litter of kits, maybe he would kill them first and make her feal the pain of each of their deaths than go for Ravinestar. If rumor was right he was the father of the kits and the lover of Nightstar. Once he had taken everything from her he would finally kill her.

As Goldenthorn began to speak he hissed angrily, "I am like this because I am enraged, maybe I'll take my rage out on you?" He took a paw step towards him and crouching low to the ground. He was very loyal to his clan but this cat was making him angrier than he already was. But when he continued about how he had been beaten by Ravinestar. He stood back up and began to laugh, "Oh you better not let our leader Onyxstar hear you for he was defeated by Ravinestar, not I, you mouse-brained foul. I was beaten by Nightstar. And she only won because of those strange powers of hers." That was a lie but no one but he and Onyxstar knew that. How dare he laugh at him, "you know by laughing at me you're really laughing at Onyxstar. I was on my way to speak with him. I'll have to tell him how you had been laughing about how he lost a life to Ravinestar." He turned his tail to him and took a step away before turning to look back at him. "Unless of course you want to.... apologize." He purred the last word.

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goldenthorn

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Goldenthorn pouts as Inksplash lashes out at him. He watches as the tom's multicoloured eyes flash with anger and purrs with dull amusement. When the calico corrects him, the white cat sighs impatiently and waves a paw. "Ravinestar, Nightstar, what's the difference? They're both cats that depend on each other - depend on each other's clans, which is, in my books, what you'd call 'weak'." he grumbles, raising an eyebrow as Inksplash threatens him.

Mustering as much pride as he could, Goldenthorn smirks and flourishes his still-outstretched paw, then dips his head in a gesture of apology. "Very well, Inksplash. I apologise for snarking at you." he says, then shrugs. "Besides, would you not agree with my views on those so-called leaders of the forest?"

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Inksplash continued to glare at Goldenthorne, he didn't care what his clan mates thought of him, to be honest. But when he had given his all in that fight and had even managed to kill that infuriating Novapaw you would think his clan would treat him a little better.

What was the difference between Ravinestar and Nightstar? Was he joking? He barked out a laugh, "Your stupid if you think that them joining clans makes them weak. It makes them stronger which is why we need to eradicate them. With them joining together they have more, more kits, more apprentices, and more warriors. At this moment they out number us two to one. I managed to kill one today Novaflight, that's one less cat for them to use against us. Every cat we kill makes our odds a little better."

When Goldenthorne apologized he just grunted and continued his path to the freshkill pile. "To answer your question if your to dumb to realize it yet no, no I don't agree with you one bit."

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goldenthorn

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Goldenthorn's whiskers twitch in amusement as Inksplash loses his cool completely. "My, my, Inksplash, you ought to work on that temper of yours." he purrs, sashaying up to join the other tom at the fresh-kill pile. "And to answer you, if you believe that allying two weak clans to create a stronger one threatens ObsidianClan, you must dearly underestimate your own clan." he points out, then shrugs. "However, the death of Novaflight is both a blow to RavineClan's mental stability and their fighting forces. I commend you, although it most likely doesn't mean much to you." The tall white tom flicks his tail in amusement. "Every cat we kill does make our odds better." he adds, then picks out an alarmingly fat mouse for himself. "So we should train our kits and apprentices to kill, hm?"

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[Fern]

Ferncloud laughed gently to herself as she listened to the two toms bickering like kits. She had listened to their conversation from the cover of a small stone near the fresh-kill pile. Being small herself the two cats had scarcely noticed her during their exchange of words. Although they would surely deny any stiffness between them due to clan camaraderie she could feel it in the air, the tension was thick enough to slice with her claws. As she listened to the end of their exchange she showed herself, taking on a cordial atmosphere in a feeble attempt to relax the two, although she was not sure how kindly they would take to her eavesdropping on their conversation.

"Inksplash, Goldenthorn, I hope you don't mind me interjecting myself into your wonderful conversation, but I just found it far too interesting to resist," she said in her common cheerful manner. Her mother had always said she didn't have the attitude befitting an Obsidianclan warrior, but Ferncloud had never minded, she saw no reward in constantly being cruel like her clan-mates. "While I cannot speak for Inksplash, I feel that although killing an enemy does reduce your chance of facing them in battle again, it seems the coward's way out. No offense Inksplash," she mewed, an impolite grin peeking it's way onto her face, "you must understand that this is just my humble opinion. Besides if we kill our enemies what is to stop them from killing us? Everything is in the interest of self-preservation, is it not?" she questioned, her smile lingering coolly upon her maw, mischief flickering in her eyes.





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