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Re: ThunderClan Stormcrest
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Ohhhh, stars help her, this was turning into one massive headache. Kits were screaming, cats were arguing. She was genuinely debating smacking them all upside the head in an attempt to shut them up. With an exasperated groan she backed away from Cinderpaw. Someone else could deal with her; the last drop of her tolerance for the she-cat had just run out. Cracklepaw was severely stretching her patience thin and she shot the white apprentice a frustrated look.
“You’re not hearin’ me,” she snapped. “I never said Spiderthroat and Roseraven are our new medicine cats. They are TEMPORARY, for the third damn time. He’s only there to keep a freakin’ eye on her.” Had everyone lost the ability to listen when the camp had collapsed? Or think critically??
At least some cats were attempting to be reasonable. She tried to calm herself with a deep, long breath before tossing Roseraven a surprised glance. The last time she’d spoken to the she-cat, or even really been around her, she’d been a blubbering mess. This steady, strong-voiced warrior wasn’t a sight she was used to.
“Yeah, yeah, do what you need to do,” Bumblebreak answered with a curt nod, trying to squash her expression back down. “Check things over, get it in order.”
More children yelling. Lovely. She felt like smothering her own face into the earth to block it out. At least—wait, was he? She tossed Wolfkit a glance, the sight that greeted her offering a brief flash of amusement. Yeah, at least he was behaving.
Houndchaser again. She had half a mind to get someone to take them out of the clearing. “I don’t need StarClan’s help to handle you,” she said flatly to them. “Your opinion doesn’t matter because it’s based on false perceptions, inaccurate claims, and downright stupidity. I wouldn’t let your tongue touch me even if someone gave me a feast to let it happen. Stop raising your voice 'n sit down, before you wear your throat out and have to see the temporary stand-ins you're so against.”
Now… more shouting. Of course. Bumblebreak was about ready to lose her entire damn mind. Her voice was sharp as she raised her head to address her Clan from her place on the ground.
“Shut it, every single one of you. The fact of the matter is that I’m in charge now. If you don’t like it, if you don’t like the way I’ve handled things, then you can leave, simple as that. If you stay, I expect you to behave. I haven’t fought my way up the ranks through several inactive leaders just to sit here and roll over the second this Clan doesn’t agree with me taking over. This meeting is over.” She ran her tongue over her jaws, finding a ginger pelt amongst the crowd. “Flameheart. As our only Keeper right now, you’re in charge till I’m back. Shouldn’t be longer than the night. Round up the kits, too, and get them in the nursery., I don’t know where our forever queen went.”
Craning her neck, she found two other cats. “Gentledoe! Hazelpaw! You’re coming with me to the Starcave. We’re leaving now, let’s go.”
Without pause, she turned to stalk through the crowd and exit camp with a steely expression, ignoring anything else that might be thrown her way.

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