[The Mad Katter]

A grey and white pelted cat sat with her head high, proud to be a Dusk Syndicate member. Thistle threw a glance at the surrounding cats. She didn't care about any of them, she just wanted to get an idea of her 'fellow members.' Thistle stretched and then started cleaning her grey and white fur, silently observing the other cats. Her sharp blue gaze flitted from one cat to another, noting every little detail. Looking up at the sky, she wondered if her mother was up there. No, she told herself. 'Starclan' doesn't exist. Dead cats don't watch over you. Besides, your mother would not want to watch you, you poor excuse for a cat. Rage filled her. Blood, screeching, blue eyes like her own glaring up at her as blood flowed from the cat's throat. Settling down, the new member of the Dusk Syndicate slowly calmed down, her ice blue eyes glaring at every cat. All the cats who could betray her. Swallowing a growl, she scratched at the ground with one long, sharp claw.