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Malicepaw sat inside the camp, rather grumpy, like always, cold eyes narrowed, a light growl in his voice as cats entered the camp. Not concerned it was his leader at all. His tail tip twitched, then curled itself at his side, his head lowering, resting on his paws. A salmon eye trailed to following the cats movements, followed by the pecious one on the other side of his face. Watching them carefully.

Malicepaw watched the cat come over. Wretched creature, why must it come to converse with someone such as me. I'll take a piece of prey and shove it somewhere it wouldn't like he thought gruffly, angrily almost, as he greeted her in turn, his salmon eye watching her first, his black one following. "Hello, WindClan" he mewed. "I am Malicepaw, ThunderClan"

Malicepaw quietly watched her, he sat up, rolling his shoulder muscles, his tail moved now, curling over his paws. His fur was lit up by the sunlight, giving off it's miscolored glow, as he stared back at her. "That's dandy" he said, tail tip twitching. "You look like one of the creatures of my age" he said, creatures reffering to Apprentices.

Malicepaw chuckled lightly. "So, darling, you're around my age?"' he asked, obviously beginning his charismatic personality of flirting, running his tinted tail underneath her chin, then returning to it's normal spot, a salmon eye flickered to the ground, followed by the black one, then back to her, watching a grass hopper jump. His eye's turned cold. "Those wretched large creatures have us kept into confinement. Personally, i'll take my tounge and lash out at them with it." he hissed lightly.

Falconstar's claws were unsheathed, as he had kept them this way from the time the clans had to come together. He subconsciously sank his claws into the ground; he was aching for the inevitable battle against the wolves, he wished to sink his claws into their flesh and tear into them with his teeth. He delicate balance of of the clans was slipping and things were not as they should be!

Drawing in a breath to refocus himself, the ebony tom held the other leader's gaze. "I'm concerned that the dens won;t be large enough for all the cats," Falconstar indicated at the warriors and apprentices milling through the camp. He was certain that the warriors' den wasn't large enough to house all the warriors. It wouldn't do to have them cramped together or, StarClan forbid, having warriors sleeping in the open. All the warriors were needed for hunting patrols and for a sufficient defense against the wolves. Divided the clans would fall to the wolves, and now, united they stood as the only hope of survival. But still the ShadowClan leader was opposed to the clans openly mingling. They would have to trust each other until this was over, but if cats mated between clans and kits were born, the cats would be torn between the clans and ultimately the clans would fall into chaos.

Temporarily shaking these morbid thoughts from his head, Falconstar turned his full attention back to Ivystar and Ferretwhisper. "I know, I don't like it either," he gruffly agreed with his deputy. "Have enough hunting patrols been sent out, Ivystar? We need to keep our warriors well fed and strong, not to mention we need to keep our apprentices trained, if not speed up their training. All our warriors will have to be strong for what's to come." He said darkly.