ShadowClan Grimpeak

[Blaaze]

Flashpaw’s green hues glanced toward Cinderpaw, their sun-responsive glint narrowing the pupils to slits. Her mouth formed a small, happy smile as she looked toward the dark tabby. Her head turned to the side slightly, cocked to the left in an upturned quirk. She swiveled their head around to look at what felt like a needle prickling the nack of their neck- Mistlewhisker’s one-eyed gaze fixated on hers. The apprentice nodded back, a small, insolent smile showing on their muzzle. They then, one last time, turned to look up at the massive, scarred tabby leader before them. Did she approve? Would she? Was their mentor watching from above? Did her approve? ..Yes. Yes. This was the right thing to do, the thing she was born to do.

The ginger tabby swallowed forcefully the lump of sorrow in her throat. She could feel it in her bones, in her veins- they knew this was the next best step. And The Lost Melody would take it. She focused her green hues on Dawnstar steadily. ”I do.” Perhaps not only Silverlark, but Lostspark too was watching from above. Perhaps they didn't care.. no, no, of course they did. Both of them were really good cats. Real good. But perhaps.. her attempted assassin was watching, too? From below? That nearly made them shiver, so she pushed the thought away. Why? Because.. the Lost Melody wasn't so lost anymore. She wasn't little helpless Flashie. She was.. well, she was (insert warrior name here). Or she would be. As soon as she learned what her warrior name would be.

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