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Loyalty to the clan is the first,

most important rule.

    The moon was high in the night sky, and by now it was well past midnight. The sky was clear, so the quarter moon that hung high above the StoneClan's camp illuminated enough light so that those few still awake wouldn't have to strain their eyes to see what was right infront of their noses. Few stars were out, due to said  light, but those that were visible twinkled brightly, as if welcoming and passing gaze from the cats and other creatures below.

    Talonfoot, a large brown tabby tom who was currently sitting in the middle of camp doing nothing but looking up at the sky, was normally a late sleeper, if he slept at all. Tonight was no exception. He was up again, wanting to be active, wishng he could be out on patrol or hunting with clan mates. While he was a full grown warrior and allowed to leave the camp to hunt any time he pleased, he didn't exactly want to hunt alone at night. He wasn't afraid, as that would be ludicrus, but he didn't want to go alone for an odd reason. Odd for him, anyway.

    The tabbby warrior was more than often a very loner type of cat. He was quiet and never really had much to talk about, if he did have the odd urge to speak with a fellow warrior. He had always just spoke when spoken to, and kept everything short and down to the point. Now he found himself wishing he had company, of whom he didn't have any secifications for. He just wanted a cat to talk to and gaze up at the sky with him, whcich was all he was currently doing. Eyes glued to the sky as he glanced from star to star, and his tail wrapped neatly around his paws as he remained in a sitting position. His ear flicked as a moth fluttered by, heading upwards towards the light of the moon, and he pondered just how high up the silly creature would go before realizing that no mouth could ever go that high. They couldn't... could they? He quickly lost interest in the subject and sighed softly as he ripped his gaze away from the stars and began to groom himself. He would most likely head for a walk around the territory, a quick walk, and see if that helped him sleep in the slightest. It had a few times in the past, and walking around would be better than doing nothing but gawking up at the stars like a kit does to their first piece of fresh prey.
    

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Kestrelstar

The late night was probably a time the leader should have been sleeping. He couldn't sleep though, his thoughts were swarming. Starclan hadn't given him any sign that their peace would leave, but it felt like the quiet before the storm. The flick of the tom's tail left him with a sigh. Stretching himself as he started out of his den. Sniffing trying to see if he could tell who had left on the patrols and who had stayed. Then he spotted one of his warriors staring out towards the stars. Talonfoot was only maybe a few moons younger than himself. The young leader stretched out his paws as he made his way over to the warrior.

"Planning on going out Talonfoot?" the leader asked with a curious tone. As Kestrelstar took a seat next to the other his tail would curl around his haunches. He admitted he probably should interact more with his members. His quiet nature had a reputation among the other clans. Though those in Thundeclan knew he was a viscious leader when it came down to it. To protect them all. 
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Loyalty to the clan is the first,

most important rule.

    The scent of the clan's leader had wafted into his nose before the tom had spoken. Only when Kestrelstar spoke did Talonfoot turn his head and attention towards the other tom, who was now seated beside him with his tail around his paws as well. "Perhaps." He answered his leader with a smooth tone, eyes turning back towards the sky as a small cloud drifted into view. "The night is nice and quiet. I may go out for a walk, or better yet a hunt. Prey will still be about, even if it's late." He spoke casually, as he would with another cat he respected and saw worthy of speaking with. 


    He was curious as to why his leader was out and about like he was. Perhaps Kestrelstar couldn't sleep either? Maybe something had happened to keep him awake? A prophecy? Talonfoot quickly dismissed the thought. For starters, things with the other clans was currently peaceful, and secondly, it was not his job to be worried about his superior. Kestrelstar could handle himself just fine. If something like a prophecy had arisen, then he, as leader, would be taking action.... or walking around late at night thinking. Mousedung! He cursed internally at his thoughts, which had begun to make his heartbeat increase in worry that something big was happening. Something big and terrible. He probably is just suffering from the same thing I am, stop acting like a kit. He couldn't help but ask, "Trouble sleeping?" He tried to cloak the worry in his tone, not wanting to pry into his leader's business openly. His thoughts were curious, but he knew better than to voice his thoughts. 
    

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