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INSIDIOUS IS BLIND INCEPTION

Frogchaser

Frogchaser felt the first glimpse of newleaf warmth, the sun's heat pleasantly dusting his brown tabby fur. The river would surely be flowing, and although the fish would still be scarce, the warrior had a strong feeling that leafbare was nearing its end. There was still snow littering the territory, though it was slushy and dense. Frogchaser liked the chill that the cold, wet snow sent up his paws.

There was still a nippy breeze, though it was a remnant, a lingering memory of RainClan's winter hardships. So it begins. Frogchaser mused, curious to see what she-cats his brother had swindled into his nest this newleaf. Goldhawk was always an arrogant flirt. He always thought he was better than everyone else, always acted like he was the best thing RainClan could have been blessed with.

I'll show him. Frogchaser thought to himself, determined to catch more prey than his brother today. It was his brother's acknowledgement that sent him reeling into self-improvement, the jests and competition sparking a fire in the pits of Frogchasers soul.

The brown tabby made his way to the river quietly, loneliness resonating within his core. He always preferred company, though perhaps it was best that he could focus on bettering himself today in solitude. Frogchaser slipped silently along, his yearning to be a worthy opponent driving him into the depths of his mind.

Frogchaser was the essence of stealth, though he was quite surprised when he noticed a silvery form by the water, excited by it even.

"Silverstar!" The brown tabby meowed loudly, rushing out of the bushes exuberantly.

He was never more happy to see someone, especially a familiar face from his past.

RAINCLAN - WARRIOR - 33 MOONS

Word Count: 295
Tags: Justice
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Frogchaser Biography

[Justice]

He was poised near the river, quietly watching the fish and ready to drop into the water as soon as his prey came close enough. He didn't get the chance to go hunting alone very often, usually only with a patrol or his mother at his side. Today he'd sneaked away, and was ready to pounce on a particularly fat fish when he heard his name called and startled. His fish swam away and he cursed, fur standing on end as he swung around to see what mousebrain interrupted his hunt.

Frogchaser.

Silverstar took a deep breath and forced himself to calm, putting a pleasant smile on his face and turning to face the other tom. His former apprentice. "Frogchaser. How are you?" At least it wasn't one of his admirers. For the most part the flirting had stopped and the she-cats that he'd been formerly paying attention to got the hint that he was no longer in any sort of mood to entertain them. Mostly because some were only interested in him now because he'd become the leader. He was no one's path to power. But that was not here and now, and he had things to do. "I was just doing some fishing. I assume you're out here to do the same?"

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