[Estelle]

High Rank Announcement [#hrannouncement]

Sucky gatherings. Always so late at night, always so crowded and busy. Never ever a calm gathering these days, Gingerfrost was preparing for the worst. Couldn't these things be at a more ambient time? Such, for example, mid-day? Late afternoon? Just something so they'd be back by sundown; this was madness, losing sleep over idle chit-chat and the woes of other clans. If it weren't for the fact that he had one: little choice in the matter of going or not and two: there was interest in knowing how the other clans were fairing, well, he probably would be skipping out on gatherings. A shame he knew better than pretending to be sick so he wouldn't have to go.

All he could hope for now is that RiverClan would heed Beanstar's warning and not antagonize WindClan -- or anyone, for that matter, he could tell not everyone was too fond of ThunderClan these days. Gingerfrost grumbled a little as he broke away from the steady stream of felines, flexing his muscles as he came to join his fellow deputy beneath the stones. Aldersomething, was it? He gave a light nod in greeting, taking his usual place on the cold stones. At least the night offered a bit of coolness compared to the warm days. Idly, the tom noted Beanstar's chit-chatting with ThunderClan's leader, and the scars that seemed to grace the other deputy's body.

"..Rough moon?"
Is all he asked, barely offering a glance the deputy's way. The answer was evident, in a manner, but for once he felt the silence had gotten too thick. Or perhaps he simply didn't want to listen to the chat happening up above, and thus decided to drown it out with a question of his own. Aldersomething didn't look all too chatty either, which more often than not worked in his favour, so he wouldn't be surprised if he got nothing bit a sneer and a scowl in response. Well, that would be his choice. Gingerfrost was just here existing.


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