[Mica]

 

Originally Posted by Rani

Crowtooth
Windclan Tunneler/Fury | He/him | 50 Moons
Power Card: Cold Gust

Heheheheh. Got ya.


A playful raspy chuckle rumbled out of the toms chest as the deputy on the rock scolded him, Crowtooth learning back casually not taking the words to heart. "Ah, an' here I thought ya liked me. A fall from grace this is, once 'The Most Tolerable Bunny' an' now a kit ta be sent home. Ya wound me terribly dear, I fear I aint gonn' make it."


A crooked smirk curled around the toms muzzle as the pebble bounced off of his brow (coincidentally hitting the starburst scar there where a larger rock had nearly killed him once), Crowtooth theatrically swaying as if that'd done something until he was half sprawled against the seastone.


"All this injury ta me when I just meant to test yer reflexes, Mistlewhisker ya've become a cruel mistress since ya made deputy." Bullcrap he meant to test her reflexes but judging by his amused wheezing drawl he didnt expect to convince anyone.



"Congrats on that by the by, dont think Ive really caught ya since it happened ta say it. Yer well suited ta the role in my mind so well wishes on a long term in it." or maybe he'd prefer a short with Dawnstar (who was still a mangy rat in the toms mind) kicking it quickly so his friend could take the helm. He didnt expect that to happen though, everyone knew cockroaches were immortal.



"I saw glance o' ya in the battle but was mostly focused on my fights an' apprentices, how'd ya manage, bet I shredded more o' those curs then ya did~"

Mistlewhisker
ShadowClan Deputy
{ The Chariot }
she/her | 42 moons
[Large black cat with a half white muzzle and a pale green eye]
Purrks: Beefed Up T3, Shadow Fiend
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Mistlewhisker was quite grateful to the three mollies above her who were murmuring quietly to each other. It had been so long since a Gathering had been calm, and the clans had actually been allowed to spend time and share stories and news. Everyone was so desperate for it to be over that each Gathering felt more like a race to see who could get their news out the fastest, and who could accuse another clan of wronging them the loudest. But tonight, she had the chance to speak on pleasant terms before the inevitable battles they would have to fight. Mistlewhisker could tell Crowtooth was a die-hard loyal WindClanner. She appreciated that about him. Someone as loyal to their own clan as Mistlewwhisker was to Dawnstar and ShadowClan was someone she could respect. Perhaps, one day, Crowtooth would be sitting up here with her, rather than below her. An equal deserved to be on the same footing.

Well... not quite an equal.

Crowtooth's blabbering kept her thoughts from slinking too far away, his dramatics earning an eye roll from the ShadowClan deputy. "A shame. I had assumed your ego was stronger than a comment from a toad." Calling herself the equivalent of "bunny" was strange. She was used to being called it, and it hardly bothered her--you are what you eat after all--but saying it herself was interesting.

A cruel mistress? Since she became deputy? Mistlewhisker nearly snorted. She had been a cruel mistress for far longer than that, if she had to guess. She wondered idly if anyone truly thought she was cruel. Her eye drifted to Grousepaw, the apprentice stiff next to the other medicine cats. Looking down at Crowtooth again, Mistlewhisker was able to catch his congratulations. She smiled a little, dipping her head.

"Thank you. I am thrilled to serve ShadowClan as its deputy." More than she showed, too. Being deputy was everything she dreamed and more. Yes, she was busy, and yes, her clanmates were often nothing but trouble, but solving problems and working with the high-ranks and Enforcers gave her immense satisfaction.

And of course, the RiverClan battle was an inevitable conversation topic. Mistlewhisker looked back on the event, remembering the cats she fought. It had been a relatively quick battle, but she had done decent damage to her opponents. "I focused on quality, rather than quantity." She meowed cooly, as though she wasn't talking about the mauling of cats who were trying to defend their home. "How many did you kill?" She purred with an aura of someone who had killed many, even though she had not given the killing blow to anyone. She would see how he reacted.