plan of attack

Fallowstar padded through the dew-laden undergrowth, his paws barely a whisper of sound on the soft jungle forest floor. Morning sunlight filtered through the canopy. His mind, however, was far from the serene beauty of ShoalClan’s territory. His small scratches from a border skirmish were nearly healed, part of him wondered how the EmberClan warrior was fairing after his claws had raked across the cat’s flank. The feeling of triumph was fleeting, being attacked out of the blue lingered like a bad taste in his mouth.

Beside him, the ShoalClan leader looked over his shoulder at Cincercloud. He felt pride swarm in his chest, Fallowstar felt he had made a good, formidable choice in his next deputy. Today, though their hunt was secondary to the conversation they needed to have. His ears flicked, a sign that he was listening intently to the sounds of prey nearby. He definitely didn’t want to come back having caught nothing, but Fallowstar would be damned if he let EmberClan plan another surprise attack. This time without a little birdie telling him enemy secrets beforehand.

“Cindercloud,” Fallowstar began, his voice calmly mixed with determination. “We need to talk about our strategy for EmberClan. Cliffstar is gone, but their new leader seems just as predictable…” The leader stopped and turned to face his deputy, his eyes blazing with the intensity of his thoughts from the gathering. "And sickly.”

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