[Ghost the Undead Goddess]

Graywolf

NightClan She-Cat 48 Moons

She was bored.

But, that seemed to be a common theme as of late, considering all the cats in the valley were now crammed within the cave of the Tribe cats. They had rules that were different from those the wild tempered molly had grown up ignoring within familiar pine trees, and their ways of life were a little stuffy and oddly different from anything the clans believed. Like how small cats were stuck as simply prey-catchers, or whatever they were called.

She was almost offended at the thought that because of her size, the gray coated she-cat would only be trained to provide rather than get the chance to use her sharp claws against offending cats or critters.

Graywolf was always down for a good fight, even if she was a lover by nature. That deep rooted, well-bred Nightclan pride was apart of her blood, and if there was one thing she knew her black coated grandfather could be proud of, it was her keen ability to kick another cat's tail with practiced abilities.

Green hues, like flickering flames of emerald colors, shifted and watched as cats moved about within the early wisps of the morning fog outside the thick cavern walls. As the molly rose to her paws, silky gray brushed against the thick white pelt of her snoozing brother, causing a tinge of sorrow at the fact that their sister was no longer nestled beside them. Crowflame had been lost some moons ago but the pain was still present within the warrioress' heart. Automatically she shook away the feeling, ignoring it as she did all painful things in a hope to cover them with her more outgoing and exotic personality.

Besides, Crowflame wasn't the only one close to Graywolf's heart that had been lost recently... and she wasn't ready to face such heartache.

Not when she could still enjoy the joy of causing chaos and diarupting peace.

Graywolf couldn't spot Bramblesnow among the sea of pelts still congregating in the cave, but she also couldn't see Cricketchirp so maybe the two fresh warriors were out on their own mission of shenanigans. The thought caused a purr of amusement to rise within the gray she-cat's throat, whiskers twitching as she mused on the fact that she had taught her former apprentice well.

Flickering this fluffy tail, the slender she-cat padded around on nimble paws as her hindquarters shifted back and forth with each movement, tail moving to curl over her back in a loose and relaxed manner. Her mind set on the idea to cause some ruckus, and it would be more fun to weasel up to some toms that weren't originally from the depths of Nightclan. Brackenstride, would be a good one, as Graywolf's green orbs watched for that auburn coated Prince of Treeclan...

Or perhaps that tabby warrior from Lightningclan that seemed to slip away before anyone grabbed him for duties. Oh, even that loud mouthed Cave-Watcher, or was it Prey-Guard... Whatever the odd name, he looked like he'd be fun to mess with.

An all meow and no claws type of tom.

A purr rose within her throat at her own amused thought, still keeping an eye open for any of the cats she had mentally listed off, or any others that would give her a good time.

I'm Trouble, Y'all

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