Final Preparations

[Runfast]

Grace padded about the camp, cleaning out dens and checking the fresh-kill pile, and avoiding the Protector at all costs.
Although his end was near, she still feared him, feared who he was, what he could, what he had done... Grace shivered, and it wasn't from the swift breeze that swept through the camp.

Dauntless wasn't attending to her daily duties. For one thing, Snarlgag had no need of her at the time, no desire for her to assist the group at the nightly patrols (a blessing) - in fact, it was rare that Servants were taken along for the night patrol. Dauntless didn't know why, though. It was weird...
Anywho, what she was doing was looking into the 'dungeon' (it was being guarded by Paleclaw) and she asked,
"Warrior," she dipped her head with gritted teeth, "why is this Servant being held prisoner?"

[Longstorm]

Paleclaw glanced at the Servant and rolled his eyes, tired.
"Ah, she came to Shadowstar with a few lies to tell. She's stuck in here for a while - three days, I think." He glowered at the Servant and snarled, "Now, get back to work. Last thing we need is lazy Servants."

Inside the dungeon, Colorless listened.
Lies? Lies!?!?!
"Lies!?! Say that to my face when you've been poisoned, and dying!"

"Aw, shut-up," Paleclaw sighed. Servants these days.

[Loki]

OOC: will Trueskin be poisoned? IC
IC:
Trueskin watched the servants working. The fur on his back stood at end. He looked around and couldn't see; ever so clumsy crashingflight, the over sized, idiot! Crashingflight was on a patrol with sinface and uhh... who was the other one?
He couldn't care. He was on the servants side, but he'd heard their plan, it didn't sound like an honourable death for such proud
warriors. S'pose, he thought casually, It wasn't honourable of me to listen in. He looked down and damned Deadwhisker was coming back from wherever he'd been.

Deadwhisker padded through camp. "Ah, Paleclaw!" he purred seeing the younger (I think) warrior. "I bet your having fun guarding that lying she-rat," () he padded across to see which servant it was, "You hungry?"

Moanfang was bored. Where's tiny, its no fun without him? he thought coldly. Switchblade was easy to bully since he had so many faullts. Unlike me! purred Moanfang. He rolled over, soking up the sun. Threats from Woebringer gone completly from his mind . I only did it for a bit o' fun, not my fault that kit is so damn touchy.Then there is Cunningheart, I'd kill her... but its too much effort.
He sighed, "So bored."

OOC: Moanfang, is my bad emotions, he's not just a character, he's a bully, he's treading on thin ice. I still love him though!

[Runfast]

Dauntless shivered then dipped her head, rushing off as quickly as she could without seeming suspicious.

OOC: Who do you want poisoned?

[Loki]

OOC: I don't mind but good volunteers would be: Moanfang, Crashingflight or deadwhisker.
Surprise me
IC:
Moanfang rolled over. Oh, I forgot! he looked up at the sky, I'm late! He stood and strode off towards the camp entrance feeling his fur bristle.

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