Silverstar's Den

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ooc: I hope this is alright with you Serenity! This thread is where you can come if your warrior or apprentice needs to speak with Silverstar. :3.

A large, gray tabby stalked into the den entrance. It had been a long day, and he was exhausted. The gray tom had just come back from receiving his nine lives from StarClan. In his opinion, most of what they said was foxdung, but either way he now had the powerful nine lives of a leader. Finally he had achieved one of his many goals. Now he could do whatever he wanted to! Starting with the rogue-blood cats. They would have the worst punishments. They didn't belong here anyways.

He shook his head. They may not belong, but this was not the time to deal with it. The large tom padded over to the back of the cave, wanting to get his bedding ready for when it was time for him to sleep. He nodded with pleasure, some apprentice had just brought him fresh moss and a blackbird. He spread out the moss they way he liked it, and went to plucking his bird. He could get used to this. No longer did he have to do annoying tasks like organizing patrols, or setting up hunting groups. No, his oh so faithful deputy would do that for him. He was free to plan out how he could slowly destroy those cats who weren't pure.

His thoughts flickered back to the StarClan meeting, his lives, and the cats that gave them to him. His father gave him honesty, his mother gave him love. The previous leader gave him leadership, while his old mentor gave him strength. An old friend who died while they were apprentices gave him loyalty. Two cats who were elders when they died gave him speed and modesty. A medicine cat gave him forgiveness. But the life that brought his thoughts back to the ceremony was the one that another deceased friend gave him. She said it was a life for understanding his Clan and looking past their history and focusing on what they are now.

He snorted. It didn't matter what the lives were for anyways. He had nine lives and he was a leader. Thats what mattered now. He went back to eating his prey. It didn't take him long to finish, and when he was done, he took the softer feathers to line his nest. Silverstar opened his jaws in a large yawn. The journey was now catching up with him and he thought he might as well get some sleep now. He settled down in the moss and shut his eyes tight, waiting for sleep to overtake him.