Black eyes, black soul

[Silverstream]

((I have a question: Did anyone read my post above? I posted that long before any of this "recruit" stuff, and everyone ignored it. They didn't even say "So-and-so didn't listen to Twilightsilver... Meh is sad. ))

[The Everlasting SUNNEH.]

Bloodpelt did not insult though. The simple nod of his head showed his approval.

We should round up some loners that are friendly towards Clan cats. They will know their weakest times. In fact, I may have some valuable information I found out one night.. hunting.

Bloodpelt mreowed, and he smirked, begining his story with presice detai and planning.

Darkness swooped over the nightsky like a wave of black water. My eyes surveyed the terrain like a hawk's, easily deciphering (sp?) prey from a prowling enemy. If a predator dared to come close, my unsheathed claws would meet them, in a very unpleasant manner. They would be sorry.

But that wasn't why I had traveled so deep into Clan Territory. Hunting was easy there, and with weak cats, their armies would be frail and fragile, certainly in no condition to fight. So I made my way into their terrain, when I heard voices, saw shadows, and smelled many scents. A figure shouted from the rock high in the tops of the Oak trees. It shouted- "And until the Next full moon, let only Starclan connect us."

I believe that these 'Gatherings' are held every full moon, when alot of the clan is sent to the oak trees, where they talk and discuss problems. Smart, yet foolish as well. Their camps are ungaurded, and when they return from their Gathering, they may have a special and bloody surprise waiting at the other end. Bloodpelt concluded.

[Flintpelt [Spideh]]

((That's exactly what Agony and all the others were planning to do in the first place xDD))

This... 'meeting' was getting quite boring. Agony yawned, maw opening wide to reveal the gleaming tips of thorn-sharp fangs, bright pink tongue uncurling from the roof of her mouth to expose itself to the nocturnal air. A low, thundering sound echoed in her throat, similar to a growl, as she exhaled. Eyes squeezed tightly shut, their stagnant green iris hidden for a few fleeting moments. Tongue slowly curled back into the gaping hole of her jaws again, just before teeth clamped down together with the sharp noise of a breaking branch. The wide grin of insanity spread over her face again, giving her the usual menacing look of malice and evil she always held. Orbs glinted smugly as she kept listening, though her ears were drooping lazily over her forehead, signalling her lack of close attention. However, forever wary and distrustful, muscles were obviously tensed under strangely-marked fur, rippling slightly at each and every one of her movements.
Now completely inattentive to what was being said around her, shining oculars wandered across the meager spread of clearing, halting at the sight of a buzzing fly near her very muzzle. Tongue flicked out of ajar maw, licking her lips. Grin changed to sneer as she edged forwards, ever closer to the swiftly-beating gossamer wings of the minuscule insect.
Jaws opened wide in a lightning-quick motion, crushing down harshly on the fly's frail body. The audible crunch of paper-thin body-armor being crushed by pointed teeth echoed through the otherwise still air, even though the sounds of speech and talk were abundant on the wind. On a sudden whim, she wished to flay them with her unsheathed claws. They were in war. Fighting over a couple of farggin' attack plans wasn't going to give them victory. Plus, it gave their position away to anyone near. Snorting in contempt, she rolled her eyes and continued chewing the fly thoroughly, a scrap of its left wing stuck between two of her lethal fangs. She picked it out with a claw, glancing around her to the talking cats, and finally decided to leave. No point in staying to speak when there was nothing to say.
She hefted herself to her feet, thin, lanky legs carrying her gaunt body easily over the earth. Ebony ear flicked as another fly careened nearby, but she decided against it. Flies weren't very nourishing. With a final flick of her barred tail, she padded off, though 'slunk' would have been a better adjective by the way she held herself close to the ground, the mad shine still present in her dead-moss eyes. It was time for hunting.