Flirty Visit

She glared at her, then turned her attention back to the ground. "Midnightpelt, why can't you be here?" she whispered softly, not knowing she was saying it.

Shade wrapped his tail around his paws. "Okay then..." he said, thinking of things to ask. The social hierarchy seemed solely based on rank. "So, if you mind me asking, how are cats ranked here?" Shade asked.

Demonsoul mumbled something under her breath, and was barely aknowledgable, but you could tell it was very rude. She kept to her pacing/.

"Well, we have seven ranks I guess." Seasonbreeze said.

"Seven? What are they?" Shade inquired.

"Well, there's kits, apprentices, warriors, queens, deputy, leader, elder and medicine cat." Seasonbreeze said, looking up to help her think.

OOC: Pretend I said eight

"Apprentices and deputies?" he asked. Most of them were rather self-explanatory, except for those two.

"There are also the ones who dont matter, the rogues ad the no bodies that happen to walk into our camp, just begging to be attacked." Demonsoul hissed softly.

Seasonbreeze glared at Demonsoul. "Apprentices are after the kits, when you train to become a warrior or medicine cat apprentice. The deputy is the cat that takes the leaders place."

"What'd I do?" she asked innocently, looking up.

Shade nodded. "I see."

Seasonbreeze sighed. "Nothing worth talking about." She said.

"Hmph." Demonsoul said softly, starting to pad towards the exit of the camp, "Well, once you are done with this mouse for brains rogue, you know where to find me."

A small head poked from the Nursery. "Who's that?" she said loudly, her round violet eyes gleaming with interest. She stepped out and sized him up. "Hi!" she meowed bravely.

"Scarletkit back into the nursery." a voice ordered. A sleek white cat came out of a den. Ghoststar. "Seasonbreeze. Why have you let an outsider in the camp?"