[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by Bella~

Cloverwhisker had has been laid up in her nest all day, she wasn't mopin. No she was to proud to do That, She was thinking. She just didn't know what to do with herself now that she wasn't deputy. When she was so many things had occupide her thoughts, but now... It was just a hard transition to make. One minute she is deputy and it seemed as if the next she was just an ordinary clan cat again. Oh well, she would just have to get back in the groove of things, It couldn't be to hard could It? The small she cat wasn't compelled to move though. Today has been exciting enough even for the enthusiastic cat. She curled her puffy tail up around her small body. Yeah, that was alot warmer. Her mind had been temporarily at ease.
@Noire

A ginger and white smooth coated tom stalked into the Warriors' den. At the mouth of the den, he pulled himself into a stretch, flexing his claws as far as possible. His green eyes half lidded as he brought himself up and shook his short pelt. He then trotted further into the length of the den, seeking out his best. It would had been nice to get a quick nap in. But he was afraid that he would miss something significant that Halestar might appoint. Their leader had appointed a new deputy in such a short amount of time. Coldhearted was quite surprised that Cloverwhisker hadn't much of a chance to prove that she might would had been a great deputy. And, many others believe that Halestar made a good decision for appointing a new deputy. Cloverwhisker was, no doubt, a very gorgeous she cat in his opinion. Though, he had known her for a little while, to him she lacked some smarts. Mainly acted upon her emotional state instead of her mental one. This was the tom's opinion since he, himself lacked an emotional side.
When he saw another shadow, the tom stopped in his place to look upon the figure. From where he were standing, it seemed like a phantom. A Starclan spirit roaming in the back. His green gaze stared towards the figure, and he took light steps towards it. All he saw was Cloverwhisker. The she cat looked gloomy. As if she were out of place. Coldhearted just stared at her, his expression unreadable. Then, he let out a grunt, "No fun being an ordinary cat, huh?" He says, flicking a rock with one of his claws as he stared into the distance instead of at her.