Bad Moon Rising [semi-open]

Falcongaze followed Lichenmask and his band of followers with a high head. The patched tom leader had shown his prowess back on the great rock, a careful glance at the moon which remained dark and looming. A testiment to the power their leader held, the power of one led by StarClan itself. Still, he couldn't help but pause and look back towards the gathering place. That tiny white tom had just taken away his kit. Yellow eyes narrowed dangerously before he padded on in pursuit of the others. That could not stand. It was a slight not just to him, but to Jaysong.

He'll pay for that." The mutter was dark and low, but he didn't say anything else as they padded into the old barn. The wooden structure barely made him pause until his paws touched it, then he blinked and stared at it for a long moment. Fur spiked slightly in agitation. Were they to stay here? Like mice? They were the pure-bloods, why shouldn't they be the ones to stay in the forest. He growled discontentedly, but padded in and leapt up against the wall. Claws dug into the wood to give him leverage as he hauled himself to the top of an old stall with a huff as he settled down.

That was when Lichenmask spoke about staying, implying that he was going somewhere as Falcongaze huffed and looked down at the cats below him. Well, they could hunt on the strange flooring, with the dust and old stale hay. He looked around and saw tiny eyes peering from across the barn for a second before they dissappeared. A glance up revealed some mice in the rafters, where long pieces of thick wood stretched across the ceiling. He could get those easily enough.

"I suppose it'll do." He conceeded, finally voicing his opinion as he narrowed his eyes out of the window. His claws sank into the bark as he waited for Jaysong to come into the barn, where it was safe from those flea-ridden mixed bloods.