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Originally Posted by Noire

''Hmm.'' Chrysanthemumshade says, and she looked away from the thick pelted tom.She twitched her ears out of frustration, looking out at the mouth of the den before she turned back to the tom. He had looked familiar, but she couldn't explain where. Chrysanthemumshade was one of those cats that saw every face, but never bothered to remember their names. She figured it wouldn't be worth the remembrance as she never considered that she would bump into them again. After all, the clan was something large. Shadowclan had many cats there,and Chrysanthemumshade didn't allow herself to care at the comfort of the other cats. Whereas, Cloverwhisker had the important job of making sure every cat was satisfied. Though, she wasn't the leader, she was second in command. And, like many, Chrysanthemumshade inwardly agreed that her sister wouldn't be the best fit of being a deputy, but she was still proud of her. ''I-I-I was s-simply asking.'' She cleared her throat to feel less awkward. He sounded annoyed, and as she flicked her ears, she could tell by the tone of his voice. The grey she cat herself sometimes felt vulnerable when meeting new cats, and she would quickly become offended at the slightest things. Such as now, since he obviously sounded like he didn't want the company. And, the way he looked at her? The feline shifted her weight, extending her claws to scratch at the dirt,
It was never in her heart to be outright mean or aggressive to another cat, Chrysanthemumshade carried manners like no other. Her eyes flitted around the room, conscious of where she was and who was around her. As she glanced back towards the tom, noticing an all too well look. She huffed, looking away. ''Yep. I'm exactly who you know I am.'' She said, tadbit quiet, and she wondered if he heard her. She was such an awkward feline when you first met her, and besides he appeared much larger than her. Who wouldn't be afraid of the tom? It had to be quite rude that she didn't know his name, or remembered it for that fact. She felt that she was seeing his face for the first time. ''My sister's a great deputy, is she not?'' Even the she cat knew how little her words meant. Not everyone agreed with Halestar's decision on the new deputy, but Chrysanthemumshade stood by family no matter what. She was proud of her sister, and she knew that Pufftuft was quite proud of Cloverwhisker as well.Thinking of the said tom now, she wondered where he was. Chrysanthemumshade gave a small stretch, her awkwardness coming through mixed in with the silence. Perhaps, it was a bad idea for her to approach him. She always had a bad time at making friends.Either from her weirdness nature, or the fact that she was too aggressive. Whichever it was, so far the tom wasn't impressing her. And, she knew that deep within, he wasn't impressed by her either. And, even deeper she figured it was because of her sister.

"Hmmm." That's all you're going to say? Yes, Wolfglare had heard worse when talking to other cats, but he supposed she would have more to say than a simple humming in her throat. She talked again though, and Wolfglare cocked his head a little, still staring at her with his ice blue eyes. He could either ignore her, and turn back around and go to sleep, she wouldn't bother him. He knew that. If she did, well, Wolfglare was large enough to shove her away, maybe a little harder then necessary. Or, he could continue to talk, something that isn't the best idea to do with Wolfglare. His words can be vary vague and hard to respond to. 'Well, maybe ask something more meaningful if you want to start a conversation, let's start with that okay?" He meowed, sitting up and turning around to face this she-cat, whose name he was still trying to rack his brain for. It was quite a harsh statement if you thought about it, and the way he said it didn't make it sound any nicer. Wolfglare wasn't a nice cat to begin with, and he was very honest. Most cats would call it blunt, but no, he was truly honest with every word he said. He doesn't agree though, that it can be called blunt, because his scary demeanor and supposedly "evil" outlook made him "not honest but blunt" according to other cats. But not to Wolfglare. Of course, he didn't care what other cats thought of him.
Wolfglare was not evil, but many cats were weary around him, because of the way he acted. yes, he was alive during the second EE, he was a young warrior then. And his parents were firm supporters of the EE. Wolfglare? Not at all. He fought against the EE leaders. He believes in Starclan, but his life doesn't depend on them. He leaves that to the medicine cats. Yes, Wolfglare did believe that Blazingnight was a strong leader, because she was. She just chose the wrong path, that's all. But now, Shadowclan was stuck with a weak leader, and a weak deputy. They needed to be strong again. "Well, to be honest, I don't know who you are, and I don't happen to know your name. I do know your relations though." Oh Wolfglare, ever the clever one. If he wanted to talk, then oh boy, could he talk. He would be the best debater in the clan if he talked more. But no, Wolfglare doesn't talk. Words are meaningless to him. At least most words. "And, sorry to say, but no, your sister is not a great deputy. In fact, I think she needs to be replaced. We need a stronger leadership. Halestar needs to be replaced as well." Wolfglare narrowed his ice blue eyes, standing up to his full height as he confronted the she-cat.
"Shadowclan needs to be feared and respected once more."