Post by shanny on May 6, 2016 4:08:21 GMT
Silvershade marched back with the rest of the patrol. She held no shame that Stagstrider and Whitewhisker did, instead, she held her head high. She figured she would own up to what they did, because even though they did overstep the RiverClan borders, it was also in the warrior code that the clans should defend their borders. It was not her fault if those fat, lazy RiverClan warriors were too soft and yellow-bellied to stand up in a border fight. If that pesky little rat Vervainpaw hadn’t gone and gotten Pinestar, they could have taken that piece of territory for themselves. She was sure of it. She itched to have that oily RiverClan fur in between her claws.
Spiderfang seemed to share her sentiments, she could see his rage bubble and fester beneath the surface of his fur. She had never really judged him to be a suitable ally before, and perhaps he could be of use to her in the future. She gave him a curt nod, to show that she understood his frustrations. She sat obediently in the back with the others, knowing full well that Pinestar would make examples out of them. So be it. He would seem like the fool, going back on his word about considering taking the river.
Silvershade gave a comforting lick to the back of Whitewhisker’s head, she could practically smell his fear over the stench of the river water. He needed to stand tall and confident. They may be at fault, but they were only taking what SkyClan deserved to have.
The cold and dark she-cat sneered when it became clear Pepperstrike resigned. Pinestar didn’t have any luck, did he? First Half-face and now Pepperstrike… Maybe Pinestar needed to look at himself instead of blaming it on his deputies for failing. Maybe it had to do with his own merits as a leader. Of course he would pick his brother though, but Snowfall was an agreeable, likable cat. It was a safe choice. Silvershade put on the airs she usually did, seeming distant and cold, but generally well-intentioned, so she called out their new deputy’s name with vigor. “Snowfall! Snowfall!” Her chant was brief and she still held her head high and her eerie green gaze on Pinestar. She knew what was coming next, and she was not afraid.
hallelujah alee skyy and her socks
Canarypaw rushed into camp, a bright red cardinal between her jaws. Catching the bright colored birds was always more fun, their feathers made pretty adornments for nests, and it was easy to point out—smugly—which birds were hers in the fresh-kill pile. Her bright yellow eyes darted over to the medicine cat’s den, Tigerpaw was always a good cat to sit next to and share a meal with. As she scanned the camp she noticed Vervainpaw looking rather pleased with herself. Canarypaw rolled her eyes. No doubt that bossy apprentice tattled on someone. The golden tabby didn’t have much respect for new apprentices that acted like they knew it all… at least give it a few moons.
“Hey Tiserpfaw, whash goin on? Pineshtar sheems—“ Canarypaw then realized, embarrassed, that the bird was still in her mouth as she whispered, and she set it down on the ground at her paws, spitting out a few red feathers before whispering again. “Pinestar seems kinda mad and Vervainpaw’s looking awfully smug… I wonder what’s the deal with the patrol.” She figured they would find out soon enough and she looked up at their leader with the wide, bright eyes of an eager apprentice.
A deputy change? Well, Pepperstrike did seem kinda nervous, not that she could blame him. The idea of holding a rank someday seemed so far off, a huge responsibility. She respected all cats that ran the clan, and technically, the one next to her would hold the lives of all the cats in SkyClan in her paws. It was awe-inspiring to think about.
Canarypaw nodded at Pinestar’s choice. She liked Snowfall, he was really nice! “Yeah! Snowfall! Snowfall! Whoo!” She cheered, maybe a little enthusiastically, but she enjoyed clan meetings a lot, they were always so exciting!
tikker ♪ ♫
(no tables just to get this out there RIP)
