[dionysus]

[ @Arie ]

Rushingmoor followed behind Breezefeather as the older Tom picked a place for them to relax and chat. He was interested in hearing how the switch from warrior to deputy had gone for him and whether he was tired of constantly dealing with the more tailless, as he and Twiggy had put it once, members of the clan. It appeared from his answer that he hadn’t necessarily grown tired of that aspect yet, though he did seem to find the job understandably different.

The striped warrior snorted at the question posed to him and briefly wondered if that was all he was known for among the clan- the fool who hung around Twi and their pest. This method of avoiding brewing about the two cats he only ever spent time with really wasn’t working as well as he had hoped.

“I suppose Stagpaw wrangling could be considered a job. Twi and I are just friends and I guess coparents since she informally adopted Stag and i unofficially adopted him too? In all honesty, I don’t really know where we all stand. I love the little weirdo like a son so I’ve just taken to calling him that. Twi never expressed irritation at my swooping in on her adopted kid so I don’t think she minds. She was the one who started it by putting my on babysitting duty in the first place so I don’t think she gets much say at this point. Besides, at least I watch over Stag so she doesn’t have to- though with the most recent... swim of ours I might be getting fired.”