Commodore's Landing

Sharknibble was curled up in a clump of seaweed and moss. Seemingly content after a good day's worth of hunting. She'd only caught a couple of rodents, sure, but she'd rather be grateful for it. After all, it was better than getting her claws on nothing at all, or worse, losing the prey at the border to Emberclan. She snorted curtly at the thought. Sharknibble shouldn't be wasting her thoughts on brutes, yet she'd continuously waste her thoughts on them. The warrior shook her head vigorously to rid it of plant clumps, and then licked excess plants out of her pelt.

She glanced at the shockingly beautiful view of the ocean. Although, it had gotten a little old at this point. She'd see it everyday after all. Sharknibble swiped a paw over her head hastily. She needed to make sure her pelt was nice, clean, and presentable. One last lick on her back, and she was done.

Fallowstar's call alerted Sharknibble. She eagerly made her way toward the landing. What news did Fallowstar have to share? Surely, it would be ceremony or two. Obviously, her prediction had proven to be correct. She'd expected much from Conchpaw just as any other apprentice. Fallowstar would definitely turn him into a valued warrior of Shoalclan.

But Sharknibble could not believe her ears when she heard Fallowstar give announced that omen.

"Predictable." Sharknibble mewed curtly. Emberclan never gets enough of fighting! Those fleabrains never thought of anything else! Is that merely how their brains worked? They just want their paws on Shoalclan blood, but they could try their hardest. Starclan delivered a warning to Piperfleck, which means Shoalclan obviously had the upper hand against them. As always, Shoalclan would just put a stop to it now that they have the knowledge they need. Since Emberclan is too bloodthirsty to think of any solution aside from using their claws. It was like kitsitting.