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"It would certainly be a treat" she finds herself nodding in agreement to Gorseshade's wishes. Growing up starved having to fight for whatever scrap she can get her claws on in those alleys, she's more than happy to find whatever measly scrap she can find within the scrublands. Though it does...

A hiss of frustration escapes her, a soft thing that is carried away by the wind. A mouse slips from her grasp and entangles itself under brambles that she cannot possibly hope to tear through in pursuit. Whatever, some hawk or other bird would surely take care of it for her, the thing was...

Coyotecrown will never understand how a leader is supposed to impartial, she believes that the clan cats must be fooling themselves if they think that's the case. She is known to play favourites, even then those said favourites fade depending on the day. The DuskClan leader is a fickle creature...

The cobbled stone underpaw was a welcomed different terrain, not as coarse as the Thunderpath yet not as soft as the dirt and grass from the natural territory. There's an ache for Twolegplace as she stands here, it's a fleeting feeling and much like most things this too shall pass. Shouldn't she...

She makes her return from the bridge that connects Fourtrees with RiverClan. Staring up at the large tree with disdain as she passes it, the stars illuminate her path as she crosses towards the Thunderpath. Paws rest by the asphalt, waiting for the tarred ground to rumble with the approach of a...

This hunt had been not very succesful, it is fine she tells herself, it is fine. She seethes regardless, though she knows it is because her apprentices are children. Not yet experienced in hunting, they were bound to scare away the prey today. It's fine. She would reign them in, if she plays her...

She chuckles, it seems that the mouse that Caterpillarfuzz had captured is no different to herself. Solitary, small, frightened, a squeaky little thing. She considers her far too weak but then again she was able to hunt for herself, it could be enough. They need the bodies, the paws, someone so...

Huh, so she knows how to laugh, at the expense of the other clans too. Maybe if things went well she could find an ally, a friend if she could be so bold, in this riverclanner. At the end of the day, she is here for information, is she had to fake a friendship for it then she would. "My breed?"...

Despite it probably being in her best interest Coyotecrown doesn't take a step back when Beefang treads closer. Not intentionally anyways, her gaze flickers from the others scared face down to the paws that had stepped forward. "Ah" she says quietly, blinking innocently up at her before moving...

Somedays she thinks herself a fool to not have turned Sorrowthroat away, it isn't her fault that the queen oozed potential. It's clear that her efforts aren't appreciated, she cares little if the she-cat point hates her, so long as the clan carries on. What she hadn't expected was for one of...

It's a pleasant enough day, not that it truly matters. Coyotecrown would take her pair of apprentices out to train regardless, this is just a bonus to her. The hunting patrol is small, they don't need much to cover the grounds at fourtrees but their efforts prove to be turning up little...

She waits until the night begins to fall, waits for the first star to shine in the sky. As always, she hopes that wretched dead clan of cats is watching her spit on their chosen's ceremonies. "DuskClan!" Her voice rings like an explosion, raising it far louder than she normally does even at her...

The bridge across from the fourtrees has always been a mystery to her, above a raging river and one of the only twoleg constructions she's noticed since leaving her old homes guidance. She's aware of another clan residing on the other side, RiverClan she believes? She pays not that much...

Coyotecrown shouldn't be surprised, she really shouldn't. Mumblekit has been a flight risk since the day she was brought in. The look she levels the pathetic kids father is one of contempt. What was he hoping for? Praise for managing to collect his own kid? One who shouldn't have been given the...

Fur ripples against the undercurrent of breeze, a grimace carries her features as she makes the journey closer to ShadowClan, still far from the marsh territory but she's certain their carrion scent can be carried out for miles. There's always attempts to hunt away from her usual haunts, not...