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Fishpaw

Go With the Flow | Silver Tongue [Perm]

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Fishpaw smiled smugly at the cat atop the Floodstone. Look at her trying to be all formal, he bet that it was because she wanted to avoid him complaining about it. Well, she was doing well enough at the moment, so he’d allow it.

Standing proudly, the small tom nodded his head before uttering ”I do.” Truthfully? He couldn’t give a rat’s ass about the warrior code if it ever proved to be an inconvenience for him. All he cared about was the betterment of the clan so that he could be proud of being a RiverClan cat again. Speaking of, he wasn’t dying for the current RiverClan. He didn’t care. Like, at all. StarClan themselves could tell him to die so that the rest of the clan may live, but if he knew that nothing would change, he’d choose to live and restart the clan from scratch. That was how much he hated the direction the clan was going in.

So what did he do? He smiled as if he didn’t tell one of the boldest lies of his life, eyes twinkling with faint mischief. He felt like that was believable enough, and if not? Oh well, Larkleader wouldn’t dare change her mind like that in front of the whole clan. And well, if she did, maybe a rebellion didn’t seem too bad after all.