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Darkness was befalling BrookClan as a brown tabby shoved his way into the clearing, jaws occupied by fresh-kill. He wore a rather unimpressed look, however he wasn't even in one of his 'bad' moods. No, this was pretty much normal. Rolling his shoulders, Duskstar dropped the dead water vole on the fresh-kill pile, hazel eyes scanning the camp. They were at a time of peace - which was good! Duskstar should have been joyous over this. However, the striped cat found himself to be bored. Sure, he was nice to the other leaders, sure he put on a happy and friendly facade. But really, he was itching to have something to [i]do[/i]. Maybe he'd challenge one of the other leaders to a contest or something. Flicking his tail back and forth, the small cat strode away from the fresh-kill pile before laying down and curling his tail around his paws, and began to get lost in thought.
Darkness was befalling BrookClan as a brown tabby shoved his way into the clearing, jaws occupied by fresh-kill. He wore a rather unimpressed look, however he wasn't even in one of his 'bad' moods. No, this was pretty much normal. Rolling his shoulders, Duskstar dropped the dead water vole on the fresh-kill pile, hazel eyes scanning the camp. They were at a time of peace - which was good! Duskstar should have been joyous over this. However, the striped cat found himself to be bored. Sure, he was nice to the other leaders, sure he put on a happy and friendly facade. But really, he was itching to have something to [i]do[/i]. Maybe he'd challenge one of the other leaders to a contest or something. Flicking his tail back and forth, the small cat strode away from the fresh-kill pile before laying down and curling his tail around his paws, and began to get lost in thought.
"Duskstar?" Asked Scorchpelt. "May I come eat my meal with you?"
The short tabby flicked his ear when the soft voice of his medicine cat echoed through the clearing. Flicking his eyes off his vole, the leader shrugged in response. "Yeah, sure." He replied, though didn't appear to care either way. He wasn't much of a conversationalist, afterall. Duskstar returned to his meal, chewing thoughtfully. What was something he could do that would cause some excitement?
Scorchpelt sits next to duskstar, and looks around the camp, to see if she was needed.
The tabby flicked his ear, before turning his intense eyes on the Clan's medicine cat. "So, Scorchpelt," he began, narrowing his eyes slightly as he spoke. Duskstar was quite expressive, it wasn't easy for the short cat to hide his emotions, so his boredom and curiosity was intense on his face. "Have StarClan sent you any signs recently? Anything that would emit some... excitement, of sorts?"
"No, Duskstar. I have not received anything lately." Scorchpelt replied
"Ah, disappointing," Duskstar sighed, rolling his eyes as he stood with a start, having finished his vole. "Well, then, it appears we'll probably have to take this into our own paws, hm?" He was unsure of how far his medicine cat was willing to go in terms of... ahem, breaking the law. As it may be. "You may be finding a sign of sorts here soon, we'll have to wait and see though." He seemed all too willing for something to happen, to cause trouble. And, quite frankly, that wasn't all that common for the usually more low-key leader.
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