[zBlaze]

Sproutfleck yowled out the names of the new warriors. DaylightPaw was a
warrior now? Hmm. She'd be good at it. Sprucejumper seemed a little young
in his eyes, but who was the red-brown spotted tom to judge? Instead, he
just smiled. Sprucejumper, Daylightwing. Sprucejumper, DaylightWing.
After, he listened as Spiderthroat snarled. One brow was raised mutinously as
the cats were scolded. The idiots. With a haughty glare gleaming in his emerald
green eyes, he then directed them back to the deputy.

He wanted to maul the bloody beast? Hmm. He wrinkled his nose in disdain at
the thought of it galavanting around the old camp, have the greatest time of it's
friggin' life. Oh? A patrol to drive it out? Sproutfleck approved entirely. The
thought of killing it, or driving it out, brought a stab of delight rocketing through
his blood. They would kill it, hopefully. They would at least beat the crap out of
it. They would claw it so hard it would think it was a cat, in a bloody wonderland.
He couldn't stifle a snort of amusement. He himself would be on the patrol? He
grinned a toothy grin filled with glee. Now he got the chance to murder it. He
got the chance to prove his worth! Which, in his opinion, was very necessary.
Even though he was rather strong and he was pretty sure Bumblestar knew his
ability (The reason she put HIM on the patrol! Ha!) but wanted to test him. Or
he hoped, at least. He wanted to beat the crap out of it, and present the clan his
glory and ability. Which was a lot. He smirked up at Spiderthroat. Let's beat
It senseless, eyh?

He padded over in a brisk-paced trot toward the warrior's den, and winked at the
nearest cat. We'll bust its jaw, with any luck. Then the stupid creature can't bite
us. Or, I guess that's all we can hope for. He truly did want to bust its jaw. That
would improve the fight quite a bit.
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