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Stormstar had taken to ignoring Phantomfox since the moment the takeover began. He had other tasks and plans to establish within this clan, and he had little interest in the other loyal guard. He was a dog, a primal beast to be pointed in the direction of a fight, and right now Stormstar had no enemies in need of mauling. Perhaps he should have kept a closer eye on him, ensured he wasn't beating on his ex-mate while the leader's back was turned, but that concern was secondary to the rest of his plans.
Still, Aspenstar had made the guard his problem to deal with, and he wouldn't evade him forever.
"Phantomfox, where are you now," Stormstar murmured as he cast a glance over the camp. The quarter moon was high in the sky; the guard should be awake by now. He had a sneaking suspicion of where he would find the tom and headed for the prisoner's den.
Since NightClan's successful invasion and overrule, implementing their own force to maintain the fractured clan, there was no longer a reason to keep foaming at the mouth. Lording Rosethorn's safety over him kept his son in line, Ratstar's surrender smothered the last flames of rebellion left in the clan's spirits, and he could keep a tight watch from his new favorite spot at the very crest of the clan's garden, framed by the crescent moon and all movements below highlighted by its unhindered, so his bloodlust was curbed. He took particular interest in watching how Stormstar spent his time - he saw the companionship, the flirtations, watched when he exited his new den and what paths he took around camp, who he deigned to interact with, how little he seemed to care for the terror they were contracted to wreak - and found a special curiosity in how their roles appeared to have reversed, Stormstar his technical superior when a few days ago it'd been opposite, but Phantomfox was still Aspenstar's link to her new colony and therefore did as he wished.
And he was a simple man. He wasn't a leader; he was a weapon, designed to inflict as much pain as possible. He was content to fulfill orders, and that was why it was Stormstar who was selected to fill this niche and not him.
He peered down at the new king who was curiously veering off his routes and seemed to be in search of something...or someone. He stood, still silhouetted by the moon at his back, and ventured down the hill, deciding to observe from a closer vantage point, wholly unaware he was the exact one Stormstar was looking for.
He wasn't in the new prisoners' den. Stormstar cast a cursory glance around the interior, murmured a greeting to the cats held inside, then retreated to look for his guard elsewhere. It was possible that Phantomfox had ventured out on a patrol, Aspenstar had mandated that every SummerClan group be escorted by a NightClan cat, but he found it unlikely that the tom wasn't nearby somewhere. His search finally paid off when he spotted Phantomfox's quiet approach down the hill and slipped out to join him.
"Phantomfox, there you are," he greeted, swiftly looking the tom over. He did not look out of breath, nor did he smell strongly of other cats, so he likely had not been on patrol. Stormstar considered what he might have been doing and decided he would rather not know.
