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Originally Posted by Lonestar23

It had been a while since Servalspots had had a conversation with the leader, but when he saw the tom approaching a smirk appeared on his maw. "Goldie!" He called back in an informal way of greeting Goldenstar, the smirk never wavering. The Savannah had never had much respect for authority, and appeared to have gotten even less over the past few moons. "Ah, nothing much. Scrawny mouse, already half-dead frog - problems with leafbare, y'know? On the bright side, though, some other cats will probably have more luck." The tom mewed, with a shrug. It was a 'you win some, you lose some' type situation for him. Sometimes you caught the prey - sometimes the prey escaped you. But it wasn't a big deal, not one that was worth mentioning anyways. "And what about you, hm? How are things in the great world of leaders? The Clan's running smoothly under your expert leadership from an outside eye, just in case you were interested to know, your greatness." Servalspots mock-bowed, his eyes twinkling playfully as he straightened up. He was larger then Goldenstar - but didn't look down on the leader. Oh no, for all his teasing, he did believe that Goldenstar was doing a good job of leading the Clan and from an outside perspective, other then it being leafbare, things were running quite smoothly. Smiling, the tom touched his tail to the leader's shoulder in a friendly gesture, although his wink and purr seemed to tell a different story. It was in Servalspots' nature to flirt. That was just a part of who he was - whoever couldn't deal with it, well, tough luck for them.

"Goldie!"

Goldenstar stood confused for a second. He had forgotten about the nickname Serval had given him. Golden took that greeting to be a welcome to go closer to the tom, now where they could both talk to each other without practically yelling across the clearing. He laughed as he saw the smirk on Serval’s face. He didn’t seem to have much respect for anyone in a high Rank, and he could only hope that the warrior didn’t give Halfgaze or Daydream a hard time. How they would react to that, the shorthair had no idea. Either way, Golden was fine with the way Serval acted around him, he almost found it funny to be honest. “I honestly think I should make up a nickname for you,” he said playfully, smiling at the other tom.

"Ah, nothing much. Scrawny mouse, already half-dead frog - problems with leafbare, y'know? On the bright side, though, some other cats will probably have more luck."

“That’s What leafbare is,” Golden said, shrugging. He had never really been a fan of leafbare. He found snow fun to play around in, but it was the cold bite of winter and the lack of prey that made him not like it at much.”It’s better than nothing,” he said, happy that there was still prey running, even if it wasn’t plentiful. One mouse could help the nursery, as small as it might be. He nodded, hoping that other cats did have luck, since they needed all the food they could get. Sure, it might become stale, but in leafbare, stale prey was better than nothing. He knew other cats would bring something in, since there had to be more prey unless Serval scared it all away. However, he highly doubted that Serval scared it all away, despite the possibility that he could have.

"And what about you, hm? How are things in the great world of leaders?"

Golden shrugged as Serval asked about how he was doing. “It’s...stressful,” He said simply. That wasn’t the best way he could compile everything happening between the clans, but he was going to roll with it. “You know, on the brink of war, normal things.” he added, trying his best to explain. Well, he guessed being on the brink of war wasn’t normal, but it had happened so often, anxiety had just become normal. He didn’t need to go into details, his personal problems didn’t seem that big compared to what the clans were going through. Maybe they were, either way, he didn’t need to be a spoiled brat, complaining about everything the world threw at him. Sometimes you have to learn to deal with things, he told himself, as he knew he couldn’t change other cats. As much as he wanted everything to be sunshine and rainbows, he would have to settle for a somewhat cloudy sky and a light drizzle.

”The Clan's running smoothly under your expert leadership from an outside eye, just in case you were interested to know, your greatness."

The leader nodded as Serval continued to speak. Expert leadership. He had never really called his leadership that, but maybe Serval was right. There was a lot of stress behind that leadership though. No matter. Golden was able to realize that Serval was flirting with him, and he laughed. As flirtatious as he was, he was fun to be around, and it let Golden relax. It let him take a little bit of time for himself, and allowed him to take a break from leadership. He was aware of Serval’s tail on his shoulder, and laughed. “Stop flirting, mouse brain,” he teased in a good-natured way. He didn’t exactly want anyone to get the wrong idea, but he didn’t mind either. If you didn’t get mistaken for mates a few times, then you weren’t really friends. Of course, that was a joke. Either way, Serval was a good friend in many ways, the leader cuffing the warrior’s ear playfully, smiling.

(( Sorry for this, I just wanted to try a new style! ))