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Moonlight washed over the forest, the NightClan camp at it's most active in this hour. Licking his maw clean from a meal, the deputy sat on his own as he usually did. Voltfox didn't really have friends, unless you contested that his sister should be considered a friend. Yet he wondered at times if it was only for blood that made their bond so strong. It was understandable. His past was murky with labels like 'bully' and 'reckless'. Even now, a conversation with him was like walking on eggshells for some. He had a quick trigger type of temper, no matter how much control he tried to have. A deputy should be better, he knew, but he wouldn't compromise his opinions or anyone. He simply lacked the eloquence and empathy others in his field might've prided themselves on. But his nerves told him he needed to do something about the lack of friendly faces around him.
Whitepaw came out of the Apprentice's den and looked around quietly. The partially blind and deaf tom, made his way towards the camp entrance to try and hunt some prey on his own.
Burningstar went over to Voltfox, “Voltfox, would you join me? I’d like to have a discussion about a few things,” she asked her deputy. “Flickerpaw brought me a rather large rabbit and I figured the two of us could share it as we talk.”
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“Hey Whitepaw,” Flickerpaw meowed going over to him. “Where you headed?” He asked.
