(I hope you feel better soon!)
Well, Sunsetslash was clearly a fool. At least that question was out of the way. Huffing in annoyance as the tom flopped to the ground, she rolled her eyes. Buffoon. The fool tried to sit up immediately, and Tansyjaw fixed him with a firm glare.
Alright, enough of this mucking around Sunsetslash. You're going to the medicine den, and that's final. I don't care whether you don't want to. He presumably didn't, otherwise he would have actually done so when he started feeling like a mess.
Casting about an eye for a higher authority, as she didn't particularly feel like bodily dragging him, Tansyjaw's eyes caught on Lioncrest and Dovefluff in quiet conference. Her scowl increased in ferocity. She was being forced to accept what should be an unacceptable pairing, in her own family no less. It was little better than what had caused Morningcall's birth, and while she cared for her daughter she couldn't say she was looking forward to MORE damage control. She really needed to start talking up Dovefluff's Thunderclan ancestry. Immediately.
Or immediately after she got this furball into the medicine den. Having been unable to spot a member of leadership to order him to go, Tansyjaw took matters into her own paws. She was more than comfortable with doing so.
As your elder, and clearly much more sensible than you, you're going to the medicine den. Or else we she waved a paw at the warrior also engaged with the buffoon, and sent a look daring the younger cat to disagree
will drag you there by force. You can make a scene, or go quietly. Hopefully he had enough sense to keep his trap shut and just go to the medicine cats already. She didn't particularly want to make a scene, but if she had to she would. @
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