[color=c4df9b]Ashclaw
Location: The Clearing
Interacting with [@The Elvenqueen] Cinderblaze[/color]

Ashclaw had followed far behind his clan, being the last one of Cliffclan to arrive. His head, held low, and his tail lying on the ground. His appearance was not one of subjugation, of submissiveness. No, strength and power flowed with the muscles under his skin. His appearance was the result of trying to hide his size, though it didn't work. Ashclaw already towered over other cats, whether or not his shoulders were slumped or not. Of course his attitude changed when he saw his elder sister. Cinderblaze padded in his direction. Immediately, instinctively, Ashclaw’s back straightened, his tail rising, his shoulders becoming squared. Holding his head high, Ashclaw could easily see over the older she-cat’s head.

Letting her speak, Ashclaw waited for her to finish. Then, sitting back on his hind legs, he sighed. [color=c4df9b]“Dearest sister, you know that I, as always, do miss my sister. Don't you ever wonder how she's doing?”[/color] Ashclaw looked up at the starry sky. A thin breeze flowed between the two cats, cinders and bramble berries. It was a smell that Ashclaw knew well, one that had been with him since his birth. 

[color=c4df9b]“As for Cliffclan…”[/color] Ashclaw's eyes briefly met those of Frogshade’s, his tail flicking ever so slightly. He was alright, Cinderblaze had never been a threatening figure for Ashclaw. [color=c4df9b]“Cliffclan has made me stronger.”[/color] Ashclaw noticed the disbelief in his elder sister's eyes. [color=c4df9b]“Not only that, I found a mother there. One that is better than any she-cat of Lightclan.”[/color] Ashclaw's grey eyes burrowed into Cinderblaze’s own amber eyes. [color=c4df9b]“Though, I might ask, how are my blood relatives?”[/color]

[color=003471]Shadowtail
The Clearing
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Shadowtail trotted in the middle of the Lightclan cats, his tiny form almost unseen. If one was to see him with any of his siblings they would swear that he couldn't be related with them. Of course, his size had built a completely ruthlessness rarely seen, even among Lightclan cat's. On either side of Shadowtail walked two other warriors. Members of his apprentice group, they were big compared to him, but diminutive compared to his brother, Ashclaw. The name brought bile to his tongue. Reaching the clearing, Shadowtail spoke to his ‘friends’. [color=003471]“Duskpelt, Dawnfoot, stay with me. Don't interact with those lesser cats.”[/color] The venom in his voice was even more insidious than normal.

Of course, as soon as they reached the clearing proper, Cinderblaze made her way to that disgusting brother of theirs. The bile in his throat threatened to spill forth, but Shadowtail swallowed the bitterness down. Why? What was it that she saw in Ashclaw? Why does she refuse to acknowledge his own existence? Well, it doesn't matter anymore. Shadowtail would make them pay. Oh yes, he will take control of Lightclan, and then they would pay.