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"I swear to StarClan, if you don't let me sleep, I will murder you!" snarled Blackflower as she glared at Heatherstorm. Heatherstorm was jabbering on and on about something...Blackflower was to sleepy to care what. Heatherstorm was hyper, obviously. Mabye it was something she ate Blackflower thought as she rested her head back down. Heatherstorm just kept on talking.

Blackflower finally raised her head, green eyes blazing StarClan forgive me not and swatted her claw at Heatherstorm, knocking her freind out. Blackflower finally smiled and rested her head down again. but for some reason, she couldn't sleep. SHe growled at Heatherstorm and stood up, walking out of the Den.

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((OOC: hope you don't mind If I join :3))

Sweepinghawk had been watching the warrior's den from a distance. He had just been out hunting and had been looking forward to a nice, long nap, but with some mouse-brained cat's jabbering in there for what seemed like a lifetime it was simply impossible. That cat wasn't rattling off to him, but it didn't matter -- sound was sound. Annoyed, he had stalked out of the den, not even being noticed by the rest of the cats. But it was just easier that way.
With his broad shoulders and unusually long claws, Sweepinghawk intimidated a few cats, and some kits or apprentices had been spreading around the rumor that he was related to Tigerclaw. This, of course, was entirely false, though it was true he did possess some of the same physical traits as that monster. Which is why some cats were intimidated, sometimes very afraid, of him. Thus, Sweepinghawk tended to avoid the social circle, although like the rest of the Clans, a deep bond connected all the ShadowClan members. They weren't different simply because they were shadowed, simply because they chose a darker path that other cats deemed 'evil' because it wasn't theirs. And some cats complained of their stench and how they lived by feeding on crowfood. But that was the ShadowClan way. If they weren't ShadowClanners, and even if they were, they had no right to whine about it.

As he watched the warriors den, he saw a few particularly irritated warriors exit, but then came the sick sound of a cat's claws hitting flesh and silence. Immediately alert, Sweepighawk stood with all muscles tensed. Surely someone couldn't have been annoyed enough to attack whatsherface, the one that was doing all the talking, and kill her? Or severely wound her? What kind of cat would be that black-hearted besides a BloodClanner? Then again, maybe that cat had just been at the end of his or her rope and took a swat at that gabbering warrior just to shut her up. Yeah, that was most likely it, although Sweepinghawk couldn't help but feel he would almost welcome Heatherstorm or whatever her name was's death.
He looked at the warrior who emerged from the den. Oh, it was Blackflower. Her claws were unsheathed; she was probably the one who had shut up Heather-whatsherface. Sweepinghawk couldn't help but mutter a thanks to StarClan under his breath. Deciding to be friendly, to the one that stopped that warrior's jabbering at least, he sauntered over, knowing he would probably be greeted with hostility, but hey, he could take chances right? "Hi Blackflower. So you couldn't sleep either huh?" His voice was neutral, not afraid of her if she spat or snapped at him, but ready if she decided to be friendly.

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Blackflower looked up and saw her Clanmate, Sweepinghawk, standing there. "I shut Heatherstorm up, since nobody else had the Intelligence to do it"she replied, her green eyes glowing in the darkness of the ShadowClan camp. She noticed her jet black fur was standing on end, and ruffled it down with her tounge. Now she remembered what Heatherstorm was talking about; the Border fight that happened a long time ago when they were apprentices. The one that just so happend to be the one her brother, Demonclaw, was killed in.