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INALI LOOKED OVER THE LAND, HER EYES NARROWED. It wasn't particularly uncommon for her to look rather unimpressed; the queen was never meant to look overtly impressed by her subjects. Ah, yes, the queen, the trickster queen. She had picked the title on her wanderings, and no one could deny how much it fit the feline. Her tail flicked slightly as the general rose to her paws from her seated position. There had to be something she could do.
There was the trickster queen, and then, there was the enchantress.
The grey-dappled-cream feline moved over SpringClan's territory with elegance in her steps, her tail lashing out behind her as she took in her new surroundings. It hadn't been long since her leader, Cicero, had taken over SpringClan, and already Diesdrè was thankful for the prey it had provided. From her jaws hung a plumb red robin, one that Diesdrè had caught while scouting the trees. It wasn't her fault that it's nest was left unattended so easily; first, she ate the eggs, and then when the mother came back, she attacked. It was a swift kill, one that left Diesdrè feeling high and mighty.
The beauty entered SpringClan's camp, her eyes finding the fresh-kill pile. She pondered for a moment whether she should put it there and let someone else have it, but nah, she was quite hungry. Trotting over to a spot which seemed cozy, which was close to that of Inali, Diesdrè plopped down and began tearing at the bird's feathers.
