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Spriteye
The Flirt Of Nightclan
I stand here waiting for you to bang the gong
To crash the critic saying, "Is it right or is it wrong?"
If only fame had an I.V., baby could I bear
Being away from you, I found the vein, put it in here

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It was a fine day. The sun was shinning brightly down onto Nightclan. Cats were enjoying each other's company by sharing tongues, a rather traditional thing to do this time of the day, however, others were out hunting while there was still enough daylight to bring in food for dinner later that night, and others still were checking up on the borders, making sure that Treeclan kept their noses and paws clear from Nightclan's territory, Blackwolf and Poisonleaf being two of those cats, most likely, knowing their bad blood with the rival clan.

Strolling from the entrance of the camp, Spiriteye made his way towards a well know direction. He should have probably been punished for this a long time ago, but it seemed like the she-cat he was heading to see didn't have a problem with it. No, in fact she participated in the ridiculous amounts of flirting that Spiriteye seemed to droll out towards her, irritating Poisonleaf to no end, may he smirk apon. He still bore the scars down his shoulder in which the sharp tongued calico gave him after embarrassing her with his over the top flirting.

Skipping past the fresh-kill pile, the white tom let his bright blue eyes gaze over the prey before spotting a rather large mouse. His ears perked up as he quickly snatched it up in his jaws before trotting happily over towards the Medicine Cat's den. Humming a small tune, he used it to let her know that he was entering her space. His liquid orbs caught sight of beautiful silver tabby she-cat as she was sorting herbs, her back towards him. 

His tail flickered as he almost purred apon spotting her beauty. He was most likely smitten with the Nightclan she-cat, which was most likely a bad thing for him to do. She was forbidden, off limits, illegal so to speak.... He craved it. Lowering his head, Spiriteye let the mouse fall to his paws, "Oh Smokefur, my dear." He spoke in a suave, purring voice as he addressed her, taking in her scent. She always smelt like Nightclan and Herbs, but the most she smelt like was lavender, like she rolled in it to give her such an alluring scent. "I found you a mighty delicious looking mouse."

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I live for the applause, applause, applause
I live for the applause-plause
Live for the applause-plause
Live for the way that you cheer and scream for me
The applause, applause, applause

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Smokefur was sorting herbs when she heard soft padding steps towards her den, it could have been any cat but she knew exactly which one it was by scent alone. Spiriteye didn’t smell like the other toms to her, they smelled of musk and dirt and the other parts of the night. Spiriteye smelled different, crisp and cool belonging to a much more gentle night than the rest of the clan. Another scent came as he greeted her in the same dashing voice he always had, the scent of a plump mouse. She shifted as a twinge of hunger shot through her belly and she turned eager to dig into the meal, she tried to match his tone sounding as fancy as she could possibly manage. “Well aren’t you simply a darling?” She took a few ginger steps forward and pulled the mouse to her before lying down and beginning to take quick neat bites. Making sure her maw was clear before speaking she asked, “And what do I owe this most lovely of visits dearest Spiriteye?” She knew she was probably sounding slightly patronizing using her fancy voice but she found it fun so the tom would have to deal with it like he always had.