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[MALLOWSTAR]

She was having pleasant dreams. She dreamed of nice things, like elders speaking her name to kits when they listen to stories. She would be a legend in life and death in her dream world. But it wasn’t just a dream for her. For Mallowstar, it was an obsession. For so long she bided her time, her lust for power growing. She was going to make RiverClan the strongest clan, no matter the price.

Things were going well so far. Her clan was the strongest out of the four. The river was sustaining them and their numbers were growing with all the new recruits. What she had set into motion would not be stopped. RiverClan’s power would grow and those who stood in her way would have to be put to a stop. Mallowstar’s comfort was premature and cocky, though she didn’t. She had no victory yet, but the success she felt with her clan brimming with strength was undeniable. She felt invincible, untouchable. The other clans struggled and she prospered, which made her relieved. It wasn’t right to think like that but she had no true definition of right and wrong. Her conscious didn’t work like that.

Mallowstar yawned, her body language mirroring her relaxed state. There were no serious issues to handle immediately, no crises and fires to put out. It was a nice feeling. She almost laughed at the thought of all those other leaders scrambling around, worrying their tails off trying to find enough food to feed their meager clans. Truly, StarClan had blessed RiverClan this season. They river was full of fish and the prey was more bountiful than usual.

She decided that, despite her comfort, she could find something productive to do. The lithe point cat pulled herself out of her nest, feeling the chill of the air surround her. It was a chilly day, that was certain. It had snowed a little the night before. Her warriors were out patrolling, the apprentices doing their menial tasks. She tended to avoid the nursery if she could. Kits weren’t really her thing. She gave a casual glance in that direction, but continued her examination of the camp. It was a pretty sight, pure and gleaming. There were footsteps in the snow where her clanmates had left. She gave a purr. This normalcy and comfort seemed too good to be true, but she refused to believe that. RiverClan did have it good, at least for now. She glanced at the few cats milling around in the camp.

“RiverClan should be grateful for this prosperous year. This leafbare has not burdened us with tradgedy.” She mewed, mostly to herself. Yes, RiverClan was strong. She was more than willing to prove it.

MALLOWSTAR

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[OLIVEBERRY]

Oliveberry walked to the nursery with a nice fish in his jaws. The kits clustering around him. Into the nursery he went dropping his freshkill by a frazzled looking she cat and turned to go out again he had many things to do with the battle up coming. Sometimes when he thought about the battle he thought that Mallowstar was crazy. But then maybe it was just his imagination. Seeing Mallowstar surveying the camp Oliveberry approached her from behind. He stopped when he heard her speak and strained his ears to her it wasn’t much but he didn’t like it Starclan might have been blessing them a little but not as much as was implied in her words. He approached her softly and whispered in her ear, “Hello Mallowstar, Grateful are we?” Even as he said it he wondered whether it was for the reason he believed that she was grateful, or for a different reason entirely.

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[MALLOWSTAR]

She was aware of the sudden presence of another cat by her side. She didn't like being sneaked up on, it made her wary and suspicious. Especially when the cat she was being stalked was the medicine cat. She could tell even before she caught sight of the orange and white tom, heard his voice in her ear. Mallowstar recognized the scent of him. He had a RiverClan scent, of course, a smell of fish and water, of mud and sand. But he also smelled of herbs and scandal. She didn't trust this cat. She didn't trust him. Oliveberry's protege had more promise, but this one was not to be trusted.

She didn't like the way his words settled in her ear. She repeated the words in her head, wondering if there was malcontent in his voice. She let out a clipped breathe, sharp and irritated, her soft gaze trailing the ginger and white tom. She always seemed to look like she was surprised with her wide-eyes, sort of a deer-in-headlights look , adding innocence where there was none. She blinked, taking a deep breath, allowing a cooler expression to overcome her. No need to get hostile over something that may have not even been there.

"And why not? If anyone should understand the mercy and gifts of StarClan, it should be you, Oliveberry." She mewed, matching her previous cheer. She was genuinely thankful that their ancestors seemed to have blessed them. "Who should protect us if not StarClan?"

MALLOWSTAR

you're not horrible like me

OLIVEBERRY - 251 - second posts are fun too

[OLIVEBERRY]

Several moments pasted in heated silence, Mallow was annoyed over something probably him as he knew that Mallowstar hated being snuck up on. He shivered as she turned her head to look at him and he knew that it wasn't the wind. There was no wind to day and he was grateful for that. For the wind could cut through his fur easily and chill him to the bone. No he shivered because her eyes had always creeped him out. Their wide pupils gave her a constant expression of surprised innocence but he always felt that there was something much deeper. She spoke then and her voice was cheerful and friendly, not at all like what he had sensed a moment before. "And why not? If anyone should understand the mercy and gifts of StarClan, it should be you, Oliveberry. Who should protect us if not StarClan?"

He responded to her kindly though a tad annoyed that she had questioned his faith in Starclan, "Indeed Mallowstar, although much depends on the meaning of the thank you." He still thought that there might have been something more to the gratitude but couldn't be sure, Mallowstar kept her thoughts too close, he knew that she would never tell anyone, least of all him. He meowed, "Also Mallowstar, I'm sorry for sneaking up on you," As an afterthought although he was sincere.

(Yay first time on in a week also first, two fleshed out paragraphs post. Hopefully I can keep it up.)
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