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Snowfrost was mildly on edge. Still, she had successfully managed to get her claws sheathed. She pushed down the anger that rattled violently inside her chest, and tried to ignore the headache she knew would be coming just thinking about the trouble this would bring the clan. She knew she shouldn't actively be so touchy about the clan leader. It wasn't exactly her place, Starclan, even if she did think they were dead wrong here, had chosen these cats. The clear illogic of all of this was threatening to send her to the warrior's den earlier the normal. She did her best to look to the bright side of this, as hard as it was, Iceheart was clan and although tyrannical, she hoped the she-cat truly had the clan's best interest at heart. If not well...
The warrior is pulled out of her thoughts as she felt another pelt bump against her. She recoiled, not used to being touched by anyone other than her apprentice or the large white warrior she now collied into moving away from the other cat. Whiteshadow didn't move an inch, she was far too light to move him when he was sitting. Beyond the mere glance, the silent warrior acted as if nothing had happened. Snowfrost looked at the molly speaking to her in a low tone, recognizing the she-cat by her eyes.
"Go ahead, I don't mind." She meowed calmly in return to Mistyeyes' question, ears turn back to listen to the other cats as they spoke their piece.
It didn't matter what anyone said about Iceheart, she refused to believe that Iceheart was the right cat to lead the clan, however, she'd accept it seeing as she could not change it. She had no opinion on Crowtail yet, yes he was a rogue and she wasn't fond of outsiders, she didn't know him well so he had his chance to prove to the clan that he was right for the job. She was mildly annoyed with the cats who kept telling them to be happy about Iceheart as the leader, were they not entitled to feel as they want now?! Snowfrost knew she was taking out pent up emotions on her clanmates but this was rather hard for her to swallow. She'd need to go hunting or running after all of this to relive unwanted stress, perhaps visit Rabbitpaw in the medicine cat's den.
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The mountainous tom looked over to his friend as she inelegantly bumped into him. Seeing as she was merely startled, he gave her no mind and returned to quietly observing the cats around him. The disdain he saw in some cats and acception in others was interesting but could cause problems in the future. He was not happy with all of this, yet, he'd follow in line for now. He wasn't the type to stirrup trouble anyway, as far as he was concern every cat was intitled their own opinion and thoughts. He'd be rather happy if Iceheart proved him wrong and made herself into an able and respected leader.
The voice of a nearby she-cat claimed his attention as he lowered his head to look down at her. His nose twitched at her words, but he didn't outright reject them.
"Perhaps." He meowed, his deep voice was oddly soft as if he was talking to himself. His words, short and clipped as they often were. He didn't see the point in merely respect a cat simply because they held a certain rank. To him, respect was something earned not given. He watched as their leader left the clan to Crowtail. His eyes falling from their deputy over to a she-cat near the nursery with a kit. He faintly wondered what the kit was doing out and about, yet didn't bother quelling on the question as he waited to see how their little meeting was going to end.
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Sweetheart raised an ear when she saw Iceheart turn to her. Oops, perhaps she had been a tad louder than expected. Sweetheart listened to the larger black cat without flinching. She kept her frown on her maw and openly expressed her dislike for the she-cat through body language, as much as she wanted to open her maw and continue bickering, a sharp jab to her side from Bitterblue kept her quiet for now. This wasn't over though, Sweetheart hated not having the last word. Sweetheart gave a low growl and stomped a front paw on the ground and of course, got another jab from her sister for the kittenish behavior. Perhaps she shouldn't have come back to the clan, at this rate she was going to have to leave again anyway.
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Softpaw had plastered herself to the ground as she saw angry words go flying. The tension wasn't directed at her, but it still disturbed her and made her heart panic inside her chest. She wanted her mother. She did dare move from where she was laying right now so she stayed by Elfinpaw and begged it all to pass soon so she'd stop feeling like she was going to vomit. The loud tom questioning them nearby was overlooked as Softpaw did her best to calm herself down.
Elfinpaw wasn't exactly certain what was going on with Softpaw, but let the younger cat use her smaller body as a shield or whatever it was she was trying to do. She hoped she didn't have to get up or anything otherwise she was going to trip over the apprentice. Elfinpaw tipped her head back at the loud voice to her right, she caught sight of a blurry figure in her line of sight. Every day it seemed like her eyes were getting worse and worse, Elfinpaw knew she was going blind just wasn't sure when it would be fully happening. "
On our new leaders? Well, I think it's fantastic. I was assuming that with a new leader and deputy everything would go back to normal, but there is still so much tension." She meowed, using her nose to try and place the scent of the cat she was talking to.