"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 woke up with a large yawn, blinking sleep from his pale yellow gaze. He stood up, gently stretching, his ears twitching every time he heard his bones and muscles protest and pop from testiness. He exited his den and shook out his fur, closing his eyes briefly before opening them to see Willowshade exiting the camp. He had a smile on his muzzle and a happy gleam in his eyes as he caught up to the other tom, his tail bobbing gently behind him as he paced himself at a brisk walk. "Morning."

Willowshade | Tom | 24 Moons | Shadowclan Warrior | Location: Territory | Mentions: Brokenstar

The dark tabby turned to his mate, his menacing look cracking into a light grin. It didn't take any skill to see he was exhausted; it was basically written on his face. He wasn't, however, willing to go rest and let a day pass without training. "Good morning." he muttered to Brokenstar, unwillingly letting a low-toned purr rise in his throat. He didn't want to display so much affection while still so close to the camp, where the whole Clan could see them and then gossip all day. "How are you doing? Are the others any trouble?" he followed, trying to make conversation. But meanwhile... Where in the name of Starclan was Finchfur?! The Clan needed its deputy, perhaps now more than ever. It was crucial that, sane or not, she came back. If not... well, then who would stand in his way of attending her duties?... his eyes glistened at the thought; it had always been his dream to rise to the top, to have power to provide for his family, even now when he didn't really have a family.
He threw a glance behind to see the last details of the camp fade away into the darkness of the forest, then finally rose his tail in a friendly manner, also turning his sat pace into a graceful prance, ignoring the hunger stabbing his stomach and ripping it apart with a decent amount of noise.

"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

"Nah, they're pretty shaken but they're all fine. How's your injury?" He asked, worried about Willowshade walking around when one of his legs was injured. He was also worried about where Finchfur was and whether or not she would come back. He'd be fine with Willowshade or someone taking over her position until she returned but he wanted to be certain that she would or would not return before he appointed someone else his friend's duties. He heard his mate's stomach growl with hunger and he flicked his tail, signaling that he'd be back in a second. He opened his mouth and tasted the air, catching the scent of a mouse. He padded away and easily caught it after a few minutes. Brokenstar easily came back with a fat mouse in his jaws.

Willowshade | Tom | 24 Moons | Shadowclan Warrior | Location: Territory | Mentions: Brokenstar

His golden orbs glistened, almost in a lustful manner, at the sight of the little being laying at Brokenstar's paws. Even though a mouse wasn't such a great display of power, it felt like somewhat of a turn on just to think of the majestic tom crushing the critter under his powerful paws; he could almost hear what must have been the sound of the mouse's bones cracking as its crimson blood was spilled on the forest floor. He blinked to his mate with a cheeky smile before leaning over to take a bite and satisfy his hunger, his tail swaying around to display his content and gratitude.
After cracking the last bone into splinters he stood back up with the same weird yet adorable grin, his whiskers twitching contently. "Thanks~"

"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

"Anything for you," He purred, his tail swishing lightly across the ground as he looked around. He hadn't felt hungry when he woke up and he still didn't. He had gotten used to only eating two meals a day because he usually did it all year round instead of only in leaf bare. Brokenstar had gotten used to eating like that when he became leader, during a harsh leaf bare twelve moons ago. Since then, he had only been able to stomach two meals a day, three making him sick usually. He didn't mind about it, it didn't even bother him. He was still extremely strong and fit. "Can I tell you something?"

Willowshade | Tom | 24 Moons | Shadowclan Warrior | Location: Territory | Mentions: Brokenstar, Finchfur

Willowshade was prepared to take off to his usual training spot, but stopped hearing the other's inquiry. Sitting back down, he eyed his mate with eagerness to hear what he had to say, and nodded. "Of course, you can tell me anything."
As he was about to leave however, he tasted the air and felt the distant scent of the deputy, which made him nervous. He shifted on his paws discreetly, thinking what strategy it would be best to adopt: tell Brokenstar, so that he may return on his own and face Finchfur, or let him discover her himself? Furthermore, should he return as well? Although the she-cat probably hated him now, she needed to get used to seeing him; he was under her command, after all.

"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 Territory | Mentions: Willowshade / Finchfur

He looked down at his paws, shuffling them nervously. Brokenstar was scared about telling Willowshade this but he knew that his new mate wouldn't tell anyone. "I haven't told any cat this, even though the medicine cat knows already but," He took a breath before continuing, "I only have four lives left."

Willowshade | Tom | 24 Moons | Shadowclan Warrior | Location: Territory | Mentions: Brokenstar, Finchfur

Willowshade froze. The normal response would have also included widening eyes, but he did his best to keep his composure even though fear and concern were making his blood run with the speed of a Windclan cat chased by foxes, scorching every cell in his body. He felt his throat grow dry and sore, and was afraid not to snap into a coughing fit. "Ah. I-I see." he muttered with as much control over his trembling voice as he could have.
In the times of peace now long lost, such news wouldn't have been a source of concern; back then, fights rarely occured because the prey was being shared, the borders not so strictly guarded, and overall the leaders of all Clan's were much more kind and considerate, so as not to rush into conflict. Now, however, if a leader had four lives, they could've as well had one, and it wouldn't have been such a great difference.
"Thank you for letting me know." Willowshade dipped his head in goodbye and took off on a steady pace towards his training spot.