The Morning After

by **Meany** Thu Apr 14, 2011 7:24 pm

Smokepelt, warrior of Darkclan, awoke to find the Clan utterly silent. The cats that were out in the clearing were quiet, not meeting each other's looks as they ate. Smokepelt knew how they all felt.

Lightningpelt, coming back from the Border patrol, met Smokepelt's gaze for a split second then hastily looked away. What could be said? Darkclan was falling apart at it's seams, everyone knew it. Their medicine cat rarely came out of his den, their leader had gone insane... Perhaps the Rebellion was right. Maybe it was time for change.

OOC: The Revolution is nigh...

IC: Robinsong, daughter of Thornstar, glared around the camp. Incompetent kittypets, she thought scornfully. They were all failures! All of them! She spat as she padded past Smokepelt, and she picked the best piece of prey from the fresh-kill pile. Robinsong grabbed another fine piece and stalked to her father's den.

Lightningpelt watched after the vain she-cat, rolling her eyes. Lightningpelt sat in the shade and began to groom her golden fur.