"And you Fireheart. Keep watching your back. Keep looking over your shoulder, because one day I'll find you, and then you'll be crow-food."

Brokenstar | Tom | 32 Moons | ShadowClan | Leader | Location: ShadowClan Camp | Mentions: Willowshade / Finchfur

Brokenstar was so ready to jump into the medicine cat den, claws unsheathed and fangs bared when Finchfur made the comment about killing Willowshade. Instead, he stood rooted to the ground behind the den until Finchfur ran out of it. He figured that he better get back to his duties as soon as possible before he got caught by either Finchfur or Willowshade, he quietly slipped out from the back of the den and shook out his fur, a little shaken. He never knew a ton of things until today, and he was scared with all this new-found knowledge. It scared him that he cared for Willowshade and that Willowshade cared for him. It also scared him when he realized how insane Finchfur was.

Willowshade | Tom | 24 Moons | Shadowclan Warrior | Location: Camp>Medicine Cat den | Mentions: Brokenstar, Finchfur

The dark tabby lay back down, his back facing the entrance, and proceeded to tend for his wounds, licking off the encrusted blood, unfazed by the pain in his sore wounds. In fact, he was unfazed by what happened earlier as well; nothing could disturb him now. He felt powerful for what he had said, and nothing could take that away from him now, along with Brokenstar. Brokenstar was his now.
He swiped his pink tongue across his lips slowly to lick off the liquid blood staining his velvety fur, then yawned and, rising to his paws, he made his way to the entrance and sat down in the shadow of the moss hanging above his head. His yellow gaze rolled through the camp in search for Brokenstar, or perhaps even to see Finchfur come back, though fully aware of the fact she needed to blow off some steam.

"And you Fireheart. Keep watching your back. Keep looking over your shoulder, because one day I'll find you, and then you'll be crow-food."

Brokenstar | Tom | 32 Moons | ShadowClan | Leader | Location: ShadowClan Camp | Mentions: Willowshade / Finchfur

Brokenstar announced the patrols for the next day, due to Finchfur not being available in the camp at the moment. He stood near his den when he did, answering question about who was going with who and where they were to go. He sometimes wished to be free from leadership duties and everything, now might come close to being called one of those moments, except his train of thought was on Willowshade.

Willowshade | Tom | 24 Moons | Shadowclan Warrior | location: Camp> Medicine Cat den | Mentions: None

The crack of dawn washed the camp into a light pink stabbed by the golden rods of the pale sun's rays barely reaching to the shady figures of the cats shielded by the thick forest. Willowshade turned his head to the source of the celestial glow squinting his eyes, his ears dropping in awe. Dawn had always been good news for him; dawn was a chance for a new beginning, for a new experience, the start of a fresh day to dedicate to his goals. He let out another yawn then stretched, and finally stepped outside the medicine cat den with an imposing expression on his face, standing tall and facing every cat that came along his way with that somewhat menacing glance until he crossed the whole camp and exited it.