A sunlight drought [P]

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[ Dis is for none other than the amazing @drought ] [100th POST YYAYAAAAY]
For the first time in a lloonngg time Deathclan had a bright sunny day, the past few days have been soaking wet. Sunspots stretched out of her den, the sunlight making her pelt dark fire. Her amber eyes searched around for anyone outside also, specifically a certain cat who might want to steal her den again. Seeing no one, she went towards the river to fish for breakfast. As she dove into the water and felt around for fish or crawfish. As Sunspots went up for air she saw someone by the river too, huge white and black patched tom. "Well if it isn't Drought." She meowed still halfway in the water "Haven't seen you not moping in forever."

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I'M JUST A NORMAL BOY THAT SANK WHEN I FELL OVERBOARD    TAGS: @cheepacreepa   INTO THE OCEAN -- BLUE OCTOBER  NOTES: ------- WORD COUNT: 373 ❥ DESPITE THE FACT that Drought had grown to hate fish, he still ended up spending a lot of time near the river for some reason. It was one of the places that cats frequently visited. Of course, there was always the main clearing - but the members of DeathClan went there more out of obligation than anything. Not checking for meetings was a terrible idea. What if he decided to sent out a raid, and there weren't enough gathered cats to do so? But there hadn't been any raids. DeathClan had mainly kept to itself ever since they'd been forced out of the Clans. True, Drought had gone and caused trouble with Cloverstar... but that hadn't ended so well, and both leaders had sworn not to speak of the incident again. It was about time that luck turned itself in the rogue Clan's favor, and it showed no signs of doing so. Naturally, this caused Drought no small amount of stress. His group was still doing okay; there were no plagues, famines, or natural disasters to speak of. Yet they had no more power over the other Clans. The four CloudClan-worshipping groups might be plotting some sort of attack at any moment. The air in the evergreen forest felt as if it was constantly heavy with tension; surely the mothers of those stolen kits would want something more than merely kicking out the cats who had been ruling over the Clans? Whatever the case, he felt sure that things were not over. The patched cat was lost in his thoughts as he sat down on the sandy bank of the river. He thought he heard some splashing in the water, but didn't particularly care. At least, not until that idiot peasant's voice drifted towards him. Drought growled in annoyance and looked up. "You know, I've wondered for some time whether your loyalty lies in DeathClan, Sunspots. This is a time when making me question that is a very bad idea." Indeed, the American Shorthair had been keeping an eye out for the ginger female recently. She had said and done several things that didn't exactly prove her allegiance to him. It was about time that she proved herself one way or the other... ♚ Made by SYLVIA of SA and GS ♚

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Sunspots continued to swim around while Drought babbled about her loyalty and this and that. "Oh, you think I'M disloyal?" She meowed a little bitterly "Maybe you should look at the newer recruits, I've heard worse about you from them." She stepped out onto the bank to shake all the heavy water from her pelt, she made sure she was a safe distance from Drought and shook out her fiery pelt.