Post by skyy and her socks on Jun 5, 2016 5:33:58 GMT
He’d left the camp after the meeting without another word. His paws moving quickly, head held low, and a distinct lash to his tail as she shoved his way through the entrance with little care for any extra words that needed to come by him. Snowfall was a capable, trustworthy deputy, and he had no doubt the tom would keep things in check and arrange his given task. They could have words later about the current situation. Right there and then, he needed space to calm down, before he tore further into the balls of fur that so thought that going against the warrior code was a good idea. Pah. Who did they think they were? Did they think that had some right over anyone else to make calls about the clan?
He was too easy on them. He should have said the exact role each and every member played. He should have outlined that it was their apprentices who had a brain worthy of a warrior in them. He should have turned them to elder’s duties for the next moon, and made them suffer a longer, more serious public shaming than a brief part of a clan meeting. But, he hadn’t. He’d taken the looks on his brother’s face, and the words of his past apprentice to heart, and left them with that. Pinestar hadn’t missed the way Whitewhisker stormed off after the meeting, nor the way Stagstrider had about sunk into the ground. Those were acceptable. It was the lack of response from Spiderfang and Silvershade that continued to bother him about the meeting. Yet, that remained irrelevant. They had only stood on the side of the river, no doubt throwing quips and of course, encouraging the apprentices and mocking them, as had been reported. But, they had not gotten involved with the cats physically. As frustrating as the two were to deal with, it was Whitewhisker and Stagstrider his anger remained focused on.
The leader’s pace was fast, almost sloppy compared to his usual care taken in his movements. Pinestar did not hesitant to cut a path through the territory, moving back toward twolegplace. Away from the border that had just caused them trouble. He would seek out Magpiestar individually at a later time. It was half-way through the birch glade, that he was aware of pawsteps, following behind him. Immediately, the tom came to a stop and tasted the air. His pelt might have bristled then. Or he might have even turned on whoever approached. However, he knew the scent well, and all it did was make the leader let out a huff. “Elksong, your energy would be better spent in camp, if your intent was to speak to me,” he called out.
He was too easy on them. He should have said the exact role each and every member played. He should have outlined that it was their apprentices who had a brain worthy of a warrior in them. He should have turned them to elder’s duties for the next moon, and made them suffer a longer, more serious public shaming than a brief part of a clan meeting. But, he hadn’t. He’d taken the looks on his brother’s face, and the words of his past apprentice to heart, and left them with that. Pinestar hadn’t missed the way Whitewhisker stormed off after the meeting, nor the way Stagstrider had about sunk into the ground. Those were acceptable. It was the lack of response from Spiderfang and Silvershade that continued to bother him about the meeting. Yet, that remained irrelevant. They had only stood on the side of the river, no doubt throwing quips and of course, encouraging the apprentices and mocking them, as had been reported. But, they had not gotten involved with the cats physically. As frustrating as the two were to deal with, it was Whitewhisker and Stagstrider his anger remained focused on.
The leader’s pace was fast, almost sloppy compared to his usual care taken in his movements. Pinestar did not hesitant to cut a path through the territory, moving back toward twolegplace. Away from the border that had just caused them trouble. He would seek out Magpiestar individually at a later time. It was half-way through the birch glade, that he was aware of pawsteps, following behind him. Immediately, the tom came to a stop and tasted the air. His pelt might have bristled then. Or he might have even turned on whoever approached. However, he knew the scent well, and all it did was make the leader let out a huff. “Elksong, your energy would be better spent in camp, if your intent was to speak to me,” he called out.
