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Sproutfleck
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Sproutfleck's jade-green eyes
glimmered as he watched his leader give the
announcement. He grinned a rather toothy grin.
It was go-time. Or show-time. Which he thought
sounded cooler, Sproutfleck wasn't quite sure. Oh,
well. It wasn't important. With a proud, brave hiss,
the brown-spotted tom snarled,
"RiverClan's not
gonna know what hit 'em! We'll hit 'em like lightning,
so fast and so shocking they'll be taken so aback that
they'll jump like kits!" he boasted, pelt bristling as
he began silently padding through the brush. He was
careful to keep his voice soft, despite how he wanted to
taunt them- besides, it'd feel better face-to-face. With
a quiet huff, he delicately placed each paw, one in front
of the other, on the earth, and he suddenly wondered
what would happen if Bumblestar lost a life.
Pfft, easy question.
She wouldn't. Not on his watch, at least. Bumblestar was
far too smart to get herself into that kind of problem. That,
he knew, was a fact. An absolute fact. She knew how to get
loyalty sorted out fast as an eagle diving for a rabbit.
As they entered, Sproutfleck shrieked like a fox, eyes sharp
and deadly, looking for an opponent. (OPPONENT IS AN OPEN
SLOT, IF YOU WANT TO FIGHT HIM, DO IT)