The Morning After

[Longstorm]

Hopeless awoke. She'd barely gotten any sleep, since she had been thinking about their plan to change history. She sighed as she stood, shaking the odd leaf from her pelt.
"Hello, everyone," she mewed quietly. "We should get up now."

Colorless slowly opened her eyes. She, too, had been thinking about the planned revolution. When would it happen? How would it happen? And who would she tell about? Colorless huffed as she stood, licking the fur on her chest while scheming.

[Loki]

Out in the camp clearing, Joyless was sorting a... useful pile of prey out. Looked like she had been out far late into the night... hunting. The she-cat licked her front paw, her eyes fixed on nothing.
Eyeless narrowed her eye to see if she could see her better, but it was next to impossible. So she padded over, the smell of prey watering her mouth...

[Runfast]

Loveless woke up, looking around the den. He stood and shook himself, shaking sleepiness from his mind. He went out, Grace following.

[Loki]

Switchblade stretched and came from the warriors den, he padded towards Joyless. At his scent Eyeless turned and padded away. He sat and began to talk to Joyless. She looked like she was taking it in and then nodded.
Switchblade then mewed something else but Joyless looked down, horror clouding her face, she shook her head. The tom nodded his own head solemn. Though their was a hint of glory there.

Crashingflight padded out with Trueskin who padded up to the two and Crashingflight hissed and Joyless who sat there rather motionless, it seemed that she hadn't even notice him come over, and yet she stared through him. He reacted by scoring his claws across her face and Trueskin bolted off as he usually did, Crashingflight hissing ounce more and then running of to catch up. Joyless sighed and Switchblade turned and left her to her self.

[Runfast]

Loveless felt like rending Crashingflight limb from limb, but he knew it would be suicide to do so.

Sinface, coming out of Warrior's den, saw his brother's look of rage and hissed a slight warning to him. The angered look fell away from Loveless's face, replaced by a Servant's docile look. Ah, the fine art of acting.

Grace murmured softly to Loveless,
"There'll be time for that later." Loveless nodded mutely and padded on, thinking furiously.

Soulvoider, one of the more intimidating Powerfuls, came up out of the Powerful's den. He looked around the camp and spotted Grace. He padded over to her, mewing,
"Servant. Your Master and myself require your services." He sounded like his soul-shattering self, but his golden eyes held a faint warmth in them which Grace's eyes returned.

Grace dipped her head and mewed unusually soft,
"I will follow you, Powerful."

Soulvoider said nothing but he lead her out of the camp. Unbeknownst to everyone else, Despairingcall, Grace's master, didn't really need her help. (OOC: )

Loveless watched the two leave the camp and he thought (happily), Those two... Yuck... He almost chuckled but he didn't want the Warriors to know, so he went to clean out Cunningheart's den... Where was she, anyways?

Sinface knew that Cunningheart was gone as well, and it was strange to him. Shrugging (and thinking, She's always been a free spirit,) Sinface padded out of the camp, ready for his daily ritual of hunting. He paused, though, and called,
"Day patrol! Head to the north border," and he left.

[Loki]

Joyless' ear flicked back and her tail strode high as she came past Sinface and into the forest, for a moment it seemed like she had disapeared, but she had just left silently. She was padding with a aura of danger around her. She past Trueskin who was being lectured by Crashingflight. At Joyless' aura he seemed to fall silent and hopeless. Until she passed, where Trueskin chuckled and winked to her. even though her back was turned...

Switchblade decuided best to go with Sinface on the day patrol. He called for his own choosing, "Cold?" He mewed and waited for the grey shape of the tom he was expecting...

[Loki]

A while later. Joyless came back. "There," She mewed as she put down a thrush, rabbit and a scrawny squirrel, "There's enough here for all the warriors..." She mewed to her self.

[Runfast]

Cold padded out of the Choosing's den. He looked at his mentor with the same lifeless eyes and stood in front of him, ready to go.

Loveless came out of Cunningheart's den, looking at Joy's catch.
"Hey," he mewed warmly. "You know, I was gonna go hunting - but, looks like you're way better at it..." He fell silent, thinking he might have said the wrong thing. "I don't mean that you should hunt instead of me, or that you need my help, because you're a very capable she-cat, just like Cunningheart, I mean, you're one of the greatest she-cat's I've ever met-" he was stuttering, very embarrassed.

Dauntless, hearing Loveless, kept back a snicker. Ah, love. She made sure no Warriors were looking and she - get this - took a very nice mouse and made back to the Servant's den for a nice meal!

[Loki]

Joyless regarded Loveless and looked back to her pile. "If we gather the rest of the rebellion, training can begin. Its time we start fighting back." She said it quitly. Crashingflight passed her, his fur prickled and for a cold moment eyes locked contact, she dared him to strike her but he stopped and gave a low hiss and turned padding into the warrior den.

She narrowed her eyes and turned back to Loveless, "There is enough prey here for today. I'v already cleaned Woebringers den. As soon as your all don, we'll go look for my incolent sister."
With that she turned and padded out of camp again.

Switchblade sighed, looking sadly at his choosing. He sat and waited for Sinface to lead the patrol.

[Longstorm]

Cunningheart appeared in the camp and grabbed a small vole. She quickly gulped it down and watched Sinface leave.

OOC: Sinface is going to join the border patrol later, which is why he told them to go to a specific spot.

"You coming, Paleclaw, Switchblade? He said North border, that's the Tawnyclan border you know." She smirked, a nasty expression.
Paleclaw came out, chuckling.
"Let's go," and the two padded out of the camp.

[Loki]

OOC: Got you okay.
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