Strategy Session(Open)

A black she-cat sat just inside the camp, staring thoughtfully into the moorland outside. A small flick of her tail was all that showed her aggravation. She was slightly worried about another DarkClan raid....and WindClan hadn't been doing so well in the first place. They would surely get wiped out with another attack, even if it was from just RiverClan or ShadowClan.

She'd drawn up several battle-scenarios from what she'd learned about DarkClan's various members. For instance, she knew that Nightstar, the DarkClan leader, normally went for the throat or belly first, relying on speed and accuracy for his attack. Someone would have to have experience to deal with him, and would have to injure him so that he wouldn't be as fast, as well as defend their vital points during the whole thing.

As such, most of the other DarkClan members were huge warriors that relied on strength. Unlike Spiderfang, a former WindClan cat, who would have agility and power on her side. But unfortunately she'd never been very good at accuracy. Mostly, in this she-cat's crimson eyes, DarkClan seemed pretty easy to deal with. But maybe that was just because she'd never fought one.

The she-cat sighed, going over possible strategies in her head. It would be easier if we attacked first. Though they'd have the advantage of knowing their territory, we'd have surprise on our side like they apparently did during the first two raids. And then, we could group all of our strongest warriors together and box them in their camp, so that the most agile and lithe warriors could pick them off one by one... Her thoughts had gotten ahead of her again in her haste and lust for battle.

Of course Wolfstar wasn't going to allow an attack, but with him "occupied" at the moment, all that stood in their way was Smoketail. But that old pessimistic fool wouldn't allow a battle. In fact, she thought that it'd be better if he hadn't been elected as deputy at all. Then maybe they could have won the battles. In fact, where was Smoketail during the Raid? Where was he to plan a brilliant strategy? No where. So how could WindClan produce a strong image if their leaders were weak and soft?

Curseflight said nothing, instead just blinking in her normal bored expression. Her claws itched for blood and the feeling of fur ripping beneath them, but that could wait for later, when her lust was unbearable. She would stroll into the forest, find a weak loner or rogue, and rip his life out. Simple as that. It would do WindClan and the poor bag of bones good. I wonder...If I could get away with killing one of the other Clans' cats... She shook the thought away.

Of course that would put WindClan down, and who knows how strong one of those cats could be? Loners and rogues were easier. Heh. Look at her, plotting to attack DarkClan, the second strongest Clan in the forest, and then saying that loners and rogues were easier. How scatter-brained. But nothing she thought wasn't true. Loners and rogues had none of the benefits the Clan cats had, so they were easy to pick off.

She sighed. Such a complex affair...

Silverfang sat, his back turned to the she-cat, eating a rabbit. He was still half-asleep, and wasn't very stable yet. He yawned and finished his rabbit, licking his lips.

Curseflight turned her gaze to Silverfang, saying nothing but keeping her bored gaze. She licked one black paw and drew it over her ear, not as a sign of embarrassment or anything, but because she was anxious. Her "darker" side was telling her to go on a killing spree. But no, that would just get her and probably her brother kicked out of WindClan. Eh. I'll say I'm going hunting. Maybe one of these cats will know what I'm really saying.

Bloodmoon walked up and his eyes gleamed. "Hello, Curseflight." he said, tail flicking.

She turned her eyes to her brother. "Hello, Bloodmoon,"she said, blinking slowly. "I was getting ready to go "hunting". Care to join me?" She made this offer lightly. She put on an emotionless, sort-of-bored expression and got up, her pelt sleek and unmarked.

Bloodmoon smiled and nodded, catching his sister's meaning and he turned to go into the territory.

Curseflight padded out into the forest, red eyes gleaming with what was a shallow reflection of excitement.

OOC:I'll make the thread.