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[Shadow Da Smiffster]

Wasn't life just peachy sometimes?

Chazz wasn't exactly in the happiest of moods today, though, then again, when was he ever in a happy mood? Since the ancient BloodClan leader had gone and played around with the Clans to manipulate him, to take them over, only to get killed, Chazz had never quite forgiven the forest cats. Especially those of ThunderClan.

The tomcat let out a growl as his mind thought on this subject, and with a few graceful bounds, leapt onto the branch of a tree. Her large paws secured him on the wood with ease, and he padded alone quietly towards the heart of the territory. He'd come here to bother these stupid cats yet again. This stupid weather was making the prey so much more scarce where he lived normally, that this was basically the only thing that Chazz had to do for fun.

However, it would soon become apparent that a meal was about ready to walk into Chazz's paws. With a sudden gust of wind, a smell greeted the feline's nose.... a smell that practically made him drool with anticipation. "A squirrel!" he spat. At once, the tomcat bounded away from his perch on the tree, and slipped into the depths of the forest. Any stupid felines that dared to try and chose him off their territory wouldn't be so lucky today, especially since Chazz was about to have a full stomach. Taking an alternate route so he could place himself in front of the prey, Chazz let out a terrifying hiss, only to pounce on and kill the prey he'd come so far for.

Hungrily, he devoured the creature in a few quick bites before turning his nose to the air. Aha! So it seemed he wasn't so alone out here. Well that was good. For a moment he'd thought ThunderClan was getting lazy. Scoffing, Chazz let out a low growling sound before yelling, "The hell are you, coward? Show yourself!"

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/small2.png] Smallstar was sitting inside camp, a distant and yet pleasant look on his face as he let his mind wander for a bit. There was no doubt that Smallstar was a strange fellow though his intentions were good and his words laced with hidden wisdom if only you cared to listen. His eyes were warm, thoughtful even as she used them to slowly draw himself back into reality and take a look at his surroundings. He was proud of his clan, they were working hard and slowly thriving and to him slowly still mattered just as much as progressing. The odd colored tom watched as everyone scurried around him as if they were all of his kits, though that would be weird. Since he was male, at least he was pretty sure... yes he was. His own thoughts amused him so as his eyes twinkled behind blue eyes. His ears flicked up at the sound of birds, though he squinted his eyes to get a sharper look at the feathered creatures. Usually they would be flying at east, being so high above the ground and all, and yet they were flying at a much faster speed. How he knew this, well he spent a lot of time animal watching. He found it interesting to see how they worked, how they moved, what they did the whole thing was quite entertaining. Still the birds seemed uneasy and that told him something must be upsetting the balance in his lovely forest home. His eyes narrowed slightly in thought before he pushed himself to his paws and started to walk toward the entrance a confused look on his features as he did so. The leader's body was lean and so his movements were fluid and quick and in moments he found himself bounding down the ravine that lead into the forest. His paws hardly made any impact upon the earth as he moved. His semi long grey and grown fur fluttered through the wind rapidly though even then his fur looked glossy and kept. With thinner fur it was easy to keep it looking and feeling soft except when it rained. Bloody water made his fur fluff up like some sort of dandelion it was quite embarrassing. Blinking out of his thoughts he tried to focus on the task at hand but, oh look a butterfly how pretty. No! Focus! he told himself and shook his head to banish away his short attention span. His tail swished back and forth as he moved as he was bit anxious to see what he would find. Slowing down gradually a foreign yet familiar scent came into his glands. It was the trespasser from before, poor block couldn't let go of his past. It was sad really, you could never find true happiness in the past it was found in the present thats why its a gift. Or there way a saying something along those lines, still he slowed himself down to a walk and his blue eyes fell upon the ebony colored cat, his head tilted as looked him over. He seemed so angry, why was he so angry all the time. He should really see some sort of advisor or something. Still the loner seemed to notice another prescience and hissed out a rather rude remark. Smallstar lifted his brows before stepping closer to the tom. "Coward? who's a coward? Certainly not me. Speaking of being scared did you know the birds speed picked up because of you? They seemed about ready to lose their fur! Or rather their feathers, I believe thats right." His eyes lifted to the skies as if to watch the birds that were hidden above the canopy of leaves that hovered densely over the trees. It was a shame the sky was hidden away, it was rather beautiful at times.

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[Shadow Da Smiffster]

No sooner had he called out to the other presence then did Chazz see him come out of his hiding spot. A hiss worked its way up onto his maw, upper lip curled back to show rather vicious looking teeth that were pearly white compared to the black around his face, "I don't believe we've had the pleasure of meeting. Who the hell are you? And why the fuck would I give a damn about a bunch of birds? I eat birds!"

Perhaps if he had known who he was talking to right off the bat, he'd have approached a discussion with Smallstar differently, though, in his mind, the outcome would end up the same; this cat reeked of ThunderClan, a load of felines whom he detested with all his being. His ancestor, the founder of BloodClan, was brutally murdered by this Clan's most infamous leader, Firestar.... and Chazz was taught never to forget, never to forgive, and mostly, to wreak havoc upon this land that rightfully belonged to the bloodline of Scourge.

"Want to explain what you are doing on my land?" he asked lowly, the fur on his back standing on end and making him appear almost twice as big. It was clear that Chazz was just waiting for a fight to happen. He wanted to sharpen his unsheathable claws on this stupid cat's pelt. And then bring the dead body back to their camp for the members to look on, horrified. "My Clan has stake here. And one day, we will take it back!"

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/small2.png] Smallstar was still pondering the hidden skies searching for the birds he had seen earlier, though the leaves blocked it. perhaps they don't want to be seen, or maybe the sky does not want to see? he thought to himself still letting his blue eyes run over it thoughtfully for a moment. The light breeze that whisked through ThunderClan was enough to put the tom cat at ease almost forgetting about the black tom cat that was fuming beside him. Still his mind wandered to the trees, the earth, how long ago it was created. It was surprising to say the least that Smallstar actually had some really deep thoughts from time to time. A small calming sigh escaped the tom cats maw before the breeze ruffled through his unique colored fur and he stopped looking at the sky enough to watch his grey and brown swirled fur flying with the wind. His ears flicked as he heard movement from beside him and turned his blue gaze upon the black tom, a hiss seemed to be on his lips. Not a happy fellow at all, he observed quietly his tail swished over his paws as he waited. "I don't believe we've had the pleasure of meeting. Who the hell are you? And why the fuck would I give a damn about a bunch of birds? I eat birds!" Despite the obvious rude and bitter ton to his voice, the tom cat did not react. As he always said 'fire fuel fire and water doused it' it was the same with personalities the more a cat reacted upon anger the best solution was to answer with a calm tone it sort of made the fire weaker as he was unable to get the same reaction, and there was no need to apply fire if there was nothing feeding it, yes? Blinking his wistful blue optics he pressed a small smile on his face, it reminded him of his niece Skypaw, who needed a warrior ceremony he recalled. You remind me of Skypaw, have you seen her? She has white fur splashed with ginger and unique orange eyes? he asked his tone gentle and calm as he shifted on his paws a bit to think. He probably did not know her because well, he did not live here either. He chuckled softly, Of course you couldn't possibly know her. he mused. "Want to explain what you are doing on my land?" Smallstar tilted his head before glancing around. He was in ThunderClan right? His eyes rested on the trees and a wave of familiarity came over him, yes this was ThunderClan alright. This cat must be horribly confused, he thought sadly but expressed no such emotion. Maybe you are confused, this is ThunderClan and I am its leader, Smallstar. he answered calmly, almost soothingly as he let his gaze rest upon the tom. Though Smallstar was gentle at times his eyes started to chill(a look in which makes you freeze), and that let others know he was not a cat to be messed with. "My Clan has stake here. And one day, we will take it back!" Smallstar lifted one eyebrow at the tom Is that so?" he questioned lightly before getting to his paws and stretching out his long and lean body. "Perhaps one day we will meet again then, yes? he mewed straightening up to stand to his full height. His ears flicked at the sound of paw steps coming his way and he turned to see the source of the paws. His eyes landed upon Skypaw, quick footed with a lean well formed body. Even her own uncle would agree the female was pretty, took after her mother. Though Smallstar and Skypaw were not exactly related, he was very good friends with her parents and so he was an adopted uncle in a way. Her white and ginger fur glistened and her orange colored eyes glowed defensively as it laid upon the black tom in front of him. In an attempt to lighten the air he smiled brightly at her and mewed, Ah! Skypaw, I was just mentioning you but a breath ago.

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A wild hiss made its way out of Chazz's mouth at the mention of his position as leader. This was his absolute best chance to do what he'd always wanted. Out in the streets, it was the strongest would survive, would lead, would conquer.... and Chazz had every intention of bringing BloodClan back to its former glory. Hiss turning into a full on snarl, the words he'd wanted to announce for the longest time to the ThunderClan leader who actually finally had the gull to appear in front of him, worked their way up from the deepest chambers of his hateful heart and spewed out of his mouth venomously, "This land belongs to BloodClan. And I have every intention of stripping you of your life, Smallstar Your youngster there has a better chance running for help then fighting. I could fight ten of you forest cats at once!"

He took a threatening step forward after that, daring either of the felines to make a move.