Crossover

[Jayflight]

[xD I figured]

He gave another glance to Nightfeather, trying his best not to grin very horribly. No, he wouldn't do that. Yet. "Yes, Leopardstar." He followed willingly, large paws making little sound as he effortlessly skimmed the ground, mis muscles rippling fluidly under his stone-colored pelt. He seemed as relaxed as ever, he was known for that same unerving coolness.

[Leopardstar]

Leoparstar sensed something behind her and to spare Nightfeather some dignity, she turned around and snapped: if you dont hurry ill be leaving you here. And trust me if Windclan cats see a cat out here they dont know, they wont ask questions. Then under her breath: thats the problem with some cats. Act first think later.
She noticed how Smoke walked silently and was astounded at his gracefullness. But of course, as a leader she couldn't show her feelings to a rouge and continued on ahead.

[Ebonstar]

'Great, thanks Leopardstar' Nightfeather muttered quietly as he padded after her. One thing he was glad about was it gave him excuse to really attack Smoke, though not wound him. Damn! There goes my fun! He thought, glancing at the other tom.

[{darkles}]

[Everyone's so intimately rearranged;]

Throughout this brief encounter with Leopardstar, the dark tabby tomcat had stayed solemnly silent. Not out of respect for his leader (though that doesn't mean he has none) but purely because he felt he had nothing useful to add. He remained parallel to Nightfeather on the other side of the rogue, or exile, as was the correct terminology for a cat like Smoke. He crouched down into the grass, resting back slightly on his haunches in a seemingly relaxed posture, and tuned out of the conversation almost completely, merely watching the flamboyant display of charm and manners from the rogue and the response from his leader. He noted the easy acceptance and possible respect that Leopardstar appeared to be throwing at the large grey tiger stood calmly beside him. That look in her eye said quite plainly that she was interested in the tom, even if she wouldn't say it out loud. In all honesty, he was not pleased. Darkwhisker had come to the Clans with high expectations about the standards of the leaders. Letting a clearly big-headed, attention seeking and exiled cat walk calmly onto her territory as a potential recruit was not one of Leopardstars finest moments. At least in the tabby's opinion, but he always kept his thoughts to himself, so it didn't matter much in the long run. Chances were, he mused, that the grey beast would gain acceptance to WindClan through sheer strength and fighting prowess, with a rather large dollop of sweet talking and flattery on the side.

Darkwhisker rose as one with both Leopardstar and Nightfeather's movements, practically a shadow to the black Warrior, only several feet apart. He was glad at the waspish remarks his Clan leader aimed at Smoke, an afterthought perhaps, for Nightfeather's pride. It mattered not, but perhaps the she-cat would make the right decision about Smoke afterall. It was not for the tabby to make his voice heard, he was but a pawn in a chess game. That was, and always had been, his view on life. Nothing had changed since his arrival on WindClan's doorstep mere moons ago.


[Lost and loaded, I've been waiting for this moment.]