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_{Life had been tough on Atroxfire since the meeting with his old friend, the heavy weight of life seemed to have pounced on him and took him by the neck. Wolfstar was always watching him, he felt her eyes glaring at him most the time as he stalked around camp. Trying to find something to do with out getting told off or scolded this and the fact a further three more cats had been slaughtered as his patience had began to run out. He killed them secretly of course, and he most definitely had a reason. The cats had been those who overheard things that they shouldn't of been eavesdropping on. Atroxfire roled his shoulder blades, sighing softly as the bones gave a satisfying crack. Stretching out he draped himself over a rock, raking his claws slowly over the surface and closing his eyes as the screech of it connecting broke out.}

[Burning Falcon]

"Atroxfire? What are you doing?" came Shadowheart's hissing voice. "You should not be moping around and letting blood spill all on your own pity." Of course, Shadowheart knew this because he and Atroxfire had done it often, especially when their first attempt at slaughtering the leader failed.

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_{Atroxfire turned his eyes over to rest of Shadowhearts, he grunted and stood up. "Wolfstar is watching me most the time, I'm trying to think what to do, I'm not moping.." he murmured, mind falling back to the days in the past. Strangely he hadn't been exiled from ShadeClan, he never knew why. Shaking his head he stalked over to Shadowheart and sat down, butting the males shoulder he sighed again. "I've missed you Shadowheart" he murmured gruffly, thinking about how torn and angered he had been the day the stupid leader has exiled him.}

[Burning Falcon]

"Can't say the same thing," Shadowheart said, not moving from his hiding place in the shadows. "I've always been next to you. I have mastered "lurking" in the shadows. I have seen my daughter's warrior ceremony, heard of the talk you and Wolfstar had. Little does that pathetic warrior know... her clan is always threatened. That apprentice, the one that died from a badger attack, didn't, in fact. It was me. He spotted me on one of his hunting patrols away from the other cats and I killed him to keep my presence a secret..."

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_{Atroxfire spat on the ground beside him, how he hated Wolfstar. "I'll take joy in ripping her throat out" he snarled darkly shaking his head. The She-cat had been affectionate once, he'd shown it back prentending, just gaining more trust. It made him sick how she seemed to be so vulnerable, so oblivious to everything that was happening under her nose. He twitched his tail and scowled, it was nearly time.. nearly time before there next meeting.}

[Burning Falcon]

"I've come to warn you, Atroxfire," Shadowheart hissed roughly. "StarClan is against you. They were certainly try to contant Wolfstar, so you must be less untrustworthy. I've planned it out perfectly. I shall go into camp and you shall attack me... is that clear? I want my blood to leak onto the dirt. And leave some fight for Tigerstripe."

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_{"Shadowheart.. I- can't"
He bristled, he couldn't hurt Shadowheart, what if he wounded him to deep by accident. Clicking his tongue, he furrowed his brow. "Fine.." he grumbled after long thought eyes flashing darkly. Sighing he nodded his head.
"When?"}

[Burning Falcon]

"In a few minutes, actually," he said and slunk away.

To: U.n.w.a.n.t.e.d

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