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15 Moons - Tom - Warrior - RainClan

The small, white tom stared down at the water with determination in his green eyes. Today he figured, would be a good day to work on increasing his reputation with the clan. The cats of Rainclan were all essentially unaware of the cruel tom's true nature and he intended to keep it that way.

Which was in a sense, part of the reason why he was out here right now, watching for the perfect moment to snatch up a fish. Given that leafbare was here and it would soon be cold and food would become more scarce, he figured it would make him look good to spend a little extra time hunting and bringing back more food than usual.

Surely his clanmates would admire his good deed, thus making them all the less suspicious of the male's deeds in the long run. After all, there's no way a soft-spoken, kind-hearted tom that goes out of his way to ensure his clan is fed could possibly be bad is there? Sometimes cats were just so easy to fool that it just turned his stomach. In the end though it just made any potential remorse he may have had keel over and die. 'Anyone that's that easy to fool, deserves what's coming to them in the long run.'

His thoughts were quickly silenced however, when the perfect opportunity presented itself. With all the swiftness of a coursing river, the tom swiped a fish out of the water, bringing it up onto the land where he proceeded to pull it a good distance from the water and pinned it down with his paw, watching it slowly suffocate until it's movements completely stopped. With a smile, Shellstep dug a hole and buried his catch before heading back over to the water once more to repeat the process. He could already tell it was going to be a long day.

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