
December 11th, 2022, 05:12 PM
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cyberpsycho
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Re: ThunderClan Leader's Den
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Originally Posted by Jayvines
The urgent tone way in which Bumblebreaks words poured out was almost as surprising as the content of her rapid phrases. Eyes widened slightly as the tan molly mulled over the abruptness of this announcement; desperately attempting to pull forth words of... Surprise? Humor? Acceptance? Truly she was... out of her depth here, but the least she could do was put her best paw forward and make an attempt to say something meaningful.
However, eloquence was unfortunately not her strongest trait. Clearing her throat after what seemed to have been a rather extended silence, Sparrowstar attempted a response.
"I am... I can certainly refer to you as such Bumblebreak," she stated, attempting to latch onto any sort of solid speech of acceptance as her mind whirred. "And I am sure your clanmates will be glad to know of this correction. I am--that is, I'm terribly sorry if you ever thought I'd deny you the ability to make that announcement. You are welcome to do so at the next meeting once my own announcements are complete."
Her bumbling words seemed far from adequate in her mind, but an attempt of a supportive smile grew across her muzzle.
"You deserve to feel safe and welcomed in your home, so if anyone prevents that be sure to let me know. I will not tolerate any divisions amongst our clanmates over frivolous and narrowminded beliefs."
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The longer Sparrowstar remained silent, the harder Bumblebreak clenched her jaw until she thought it might crack. She rose to her feet with a lash of her tail, prepared to swing right out of the den, but finally, finally Sparrowstar interrupted her. Her paws felt rooted to the floor as the leader spoke.
There was relief to be found in her words and... little else. Bumblebreak wasn't close to her like she had been to Cinderpaw, or Cindersky. The minimal ounce of solace she felt here was nothing compared to what had come from the other conversations. Expression flickering, she nodded curtly, muttering a quiet, "Thanks. I sure as hell hope you wouldn't."
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