The warm rays of the gleaming morning sun cast beams of light towards the young leader. Though only eighteen moons old, the tom was singlehandedly leading ThornClan. It was quite stressful, not that the feline would admit it. Brutal, was he, as his deputy, Purgeclaw. As an NPC slave padded past, Guardianstar hissed gleefully before sending a backhand slap with his claws extended at the prisoner. That sent the black tom sprawling to the ground in a small heap. "Get up, bub. Go do something that'll help your new clan." Now getting bored overlooking the slaves and their work, the large leader made his way to the center of camp, casting his unapproving glance at a wayward slave. Straightening to his full height, Guardianstar sent his loud voice around camp. "Hunting contest! Anyone that wins gets the first pick from the freshkill pile for a week, after queens and elders!"
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Shadow lifted his head in curiosity, gazing at his leader. A hunting contest? he thought, blinking sleep out of his eyes. He put his head back against the floor, deciding he'd join after he got enough sleep.
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