Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-24038939-20160515190906/@comment-27669385-20160519224041

Stormblaze stalked out from the shadows, dark blue eyes gleaming. The crazed look in his eye would have been quite horrifying to most anyone.

Except his Clanmates.

His new Clanmates.

MarshClan hadn't accepted his ambition. He would have made the Clan stronger. They didn't accept fighting with unsheathed claws. "Too dangerous," they said. "Don't do that, Stormblaze," they said.

His new Clanmates accepted him. They shared his ambition. His hunger for power, for battle. They didn't mind when he fought with unsheathed claws. They encouraged it.

He was finally somewhere where he fit in. But surely there were more cats out here, yearning for power? Fed up with fighting with sheathed claws, wanting more?

He was certain there were. And he was determined to find them.