Post by Insidious on Feb 23, 2017 0:12:16 GMT -5
DIMSTAR
leader of nightclan
Frequent patrols of NightClan warriors sent the kind of message Dimstar was eager to back up—that they were always watching, and always prepared should trouble arise with their neighbours—but it was just as well for him to sometimes take it upon himself to make an appearance. He was well-known for keeping busy, and a visit to TreeClan’s border was exactly in the neighbourhood of keeping busy. There had been a time where tensions were scarcely low between their Clans, but Ravenstar’s time had come and gone, and Dimstar wouldn’t make any one Clan more of an enemy than the next unless it was otherwise called for. It was probably a relief for Lionstar, but it wasn’t Dimstar’s intention to take some of the weight off of the TreeClan leader’s shoulders. Just because NightClan was no longer a consistent thorn in their side didn’t mean it would never be again.
He had no qualms making the kinds of calls that would tie a different, more emotional leader’s stomach into knots. Pure-blooded NightClan cats weren’t expendable, of course, but pure-blooded NightClan warriors had a job to do. Dimstar wouldn’t be Lionstar’s nemesis in the same way Ravenstar had been, but he was far from a friendly face. Lately, encounters along NightClan’s borders had been peaceful and professional—two very good things for them to be—but with peace and professionalism came a curiosity, almost, about seeing for himself what there was to be done. NightClan could always use more land, but he was in no hurry to start a war. He had nine lifetimes yet to see to it that his Clan had everything it deserved.
There was a faint rustling on TreeClan’s side of the border, and Dimstar’s head shot up from its neutral position in order to catch a glimpse of his soon-to-be company. It was none other than the very authority figure that had since occupied his thoughts, and a smile would’ve tilted the corner of his lip at the thought of the irony if not for who and what he was. A blank, unreadable stare accompanied a polite dip of his head—nothing more, and nothing less. It’d suit him just fine to go their separate ways without as much as a word, but there could be news, and such blatant disregard for another cat’s standing wasn’t the way of the NightClan leader.
He had no qualms making the kinds of calls that would tie a different, more emotional leader’s stomach into knots. Pure-blooded NightClan cats weren’t expendable, of course, but pure-blooded NightClan warriors had a job to do. Dimstar wouldn’t be Lionstar’s nemesis in the same way Ravenstar had been, but he was far from a friendly face. Lately, encounters along NightClan’s borders had been peaceful and professional—two very good things for them to be—but with peace and professionalism came a curiosity, almost, about seeing for himself what there was to be done. NightClan could always use more land, but he was in no hurry to start a war. He had nine lifetimes yet to see to it that his Clan had everything it deserved.
There was a faint rustling on TreeClan’s side of the border, and Dimstar’s head shot up from its neutral position in order to catch a glimpse of his soon-to-be company. It was none other than the very authority figure that had since occupied his thoughts, and a smile would’ve tilted the corner of his lip at the thought of the irony if not for who and what he was. A blank, unreadable stare accompanied a polite dip of his head—nothing more, and nothing less. It’d suit him just fine to go their separate ways without as much as a word, but there could be news, and such blatant disregard for another cat’s standing wasn’t the way of the NightClan leader.
but if all we are is just machines
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