The sleek movment of the mouse made Shatteredclaw jump slightly. Darn mouse.... He muttered, his whiskers twiching with sudden amazment as the mouse wondered up to him. It was small and looked like a baby, it sure didn't know who bad cats where because Shatteredclaw hook his claw onto the mouse throw the mouse up into the air. He quickly grabbed it by the neck, braking it in half. He was not proud of his caught because it was just a small baby mouse, it won't even fill up a kit. But he ignored it and wondered back to the heart of the clan. He slowly slid into the clan, the cats scattered everywhere, talking with there friends or playing. He then slowly wondered up to his leaders den, the sudden fear of being yelled at last time made him wince. But again he ignored the thought. He slowly slid into the den, his eyes scanning for his leader. He slowly crawled through the den searching for his leader so he give it to him.
He sat down on the cold ground, his dome lowering as he parted his jaws and let the mouse slide from his mouth. He twitched his auds as he listened for anything around him. It seems like his leader was not there. As he started to make his way out he changed his mind and went back inside. I want to speak to him... SO I guess I should wait. He coughed, the words rolling off of his tounge like he didn't like them. He sat there in the leader's den waiting, waiting to ask a question that was making him wanna scream it out loud.
Among the Darkclan camp, one might assume that the leader was absent, a few cats of the clan mingled, their words always quiet and secretive, not among these was the leader. If you were to peer into the leader's den, once again you might assume he was not present. However, the secretive male was indeed among the camp on this day, should it be considered that. Though it was late afternoon, it appeared to be evening, as it often did during the daylight hours on the Darkclan camp. The shade and secrecy the location provided was something that Amberstar had always enjoyed, and this time was not at all different. In the very back of his den, the proud leader rested, his outline hardly visible against the darkness of his rocky home. All that gave away his existence were two amber eyes, peering threateningly from his location wedged between the back wall and a fallen piece of the top of his den. At this moment, Amberstar felt that the clan was under control, and the young leader could certainly use some rest and relaxation.
Random thoughts drifted in and out of his constantly working mind, and the current thoughts were what had been on his mind since his crowning of leader, since the disappearance of his father, brother, and former leader. The disappearances. What had caused them? Would they ever end? Was this the beginning of a terrible war for the members of Darkclan? It wasn't truly the fact that they were being attacked, or so it seemed, but more-so the fact of how secret their catnappers had been. Was it another clan that was bringing these losses? Was it the rogues? Amberstar felt it could almost only be the rogues, the ones who had murdered his mother and sister, but he was unsure of why they would openly murder some, yet others were taken. Were these members still alive? So many questions bubbling within him, as usual for the tom. So many questions, yet so few answers. Part of him felt badly for being leader. He did not have enough answers for his clan. How desperately he wanted to prove himself to them, but how could he if some were disappearing from right under his paws?
With his thoughts, Amberstar had foolishly let down his senses, and for this he mentally scolded himself, for immediately another prescense was sensed within the den. For a mere moment, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up, but in an instant he sighed a sigh of relief noting that it was only a warrior of Darkclan, Goldenheart. An interesting fellow he was, and often Amberheart had quietly observed him, but now, he was the one being watched, if he had been seen at all, and it was time to show his presence. As Goldenheart moved about, Amberstar was confused for a moment before standing up, quietly moving along the side of his den until he reached the exit, just behind his intruder. With a sly smile upon his black facade, he spoke in even tones.
"Do you not think it rude to intrude upon an other's domain? However, because of the respect I give you and the rest of our warriors, I will gladly let it slide. What may I do for you, Goldenheart?"
His words were not harsh, though they did hold a slight nip of warning within them. His words were true and true, for Amberstar respected all who risked their lives for the well being of the clan. Therefore, any were welcome to seek him out, though it was prefered by Amberheart that they reveal themselves before prancing in. Sitting down, Amberheart began to clean his fur with his salmon tongue as he awaited a reply from Goldenheart.