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

Following Silverstorm, he kept himself to his thoughts because he had never been much of a talker anyhow. She was an elegant speaker but he was better left to his senses when this was concerned. Hunting was as important as fighting and it required his nose and his ears more than anything else. He could miss a mouse in the undergrowth with his eyes but not with his nose and that was what mattered. The forest rose around him as he walked and he could hear the pawsteps falling in sound with him. He could see the odd coloring of Silverstorm ahead like a flash of white in the undergrowth, as swift as a hare and probably as quick. She was a beautiful cat, he could see why his brother had been stricken by her and yet, he had trouble completely putting it together but then, he had never felt adoration himself. He thought it to be a strange affliction, it would only weaken him to fall for another cat.

It might strengthen the clan though and that bothered him more, it made him itch beneath his fur. If he had kits with another cat then they would be strong Thunderclan warriors one day, strong ambitious warriors with true honor in their blood. He just didn't want to be the mousebrain who fell head over heels for a beautiful ruddy she-cat with amber eyes- Was he thinking of Flareheart? Surely [i]that[/i] she-cat hadn't been occupying his thoughts, surely he didn't think of her as anything other than a clanmate. A clanmate who was once a [i]kittypet.[/i] It was too strange, he couldn't- he wished he hadn't even thought about this. [i]She was just a clanmate, she was just an astonishing warrior-just a clanmate![/i]

The trees were opening to the thunderpath and almost immediately he could taste Shadowclan in the air and it was enough to put him on alert. He didn't ever like the thought of Shadowclan near their land, the cats were sneaky and prone to stealing to better themselves. He disliked their scent and it made him want to spit with fury when it flooded his nose.

His fur began to prickle along his spine, his broad gray head swinging to face Silverstorm with blazing golden eyes. "[color=f7941d]You don't think those foxhearts are on our territory, do you? I'll shred their ears one by one if those thieves have taken so much as a mouse from this edge of the border.[/color]"
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