Flameheart
Oh
no. Where was her father? Her father was obviously alive- he had to be, there was no body, no mourning sadness! No... there was anger, coming from Bumblebreak herself.
What'd Thrushstar do now? Hurriedly, the large orange and white Maine Coon classic tabby maneuvered to the front, hoping to catch Bumblebreak's eye.
"What's going on?" she questioned, her body tense with unease about yet another change in rank that seemed to stick to ThunderClan like a tick.
Crowpaw
OOC NOTE: NONE OF CROW'S THOUGHTS AND OPINIONS REFLECT MY OWN!
Cheer. That's what was going through the young tom's mind. It was obvious that rat of a leader was no longer the leader, judging by Bumblebreak's presence on the... Stormcrest, was it? Eh, that didn't matter. It was a meeting place, same as the Thunderwillow back in the old camp.
"Good riddance, if you ask me. That fox-dung, lazy ass, all-bark-no-bite, bees for brains, negligent, rotten apple, horrible excuse of a cat has no right to be on that Stormcrest thingy. Not after what he's done."
To be honest, if it weren't for his injured paw (of which he completely blames Dungstar for), he'd be jumping from joy. ThunderClan, despite all the wrong they've done against him, didn't deserve a cat like Dungstar to be their leader. No Clan did, really. That tom tainted the minds of those who thought of him highly. ThunderClan needed that wake-up call Crowpaw had given to them for so long, otherwise, their hearts would be as black as Dungstar's. No doubt about it.
I mean, some already are.
"What goes around, comes around Thrush... can't expect to disown your son and have no consequences regardless if it's because you disowned me and Bluekit or not." he mouthed.
I may have tarnished my reputation, but I didn't care for it unlike you, Thrushy... I won, and there's nothing you can do about it. Everyone thinks of you differently now, and you will never take back your mistake. Never. You know... maybe it's good you disowned me. I don't have to put up with such an ass for a father anymore.