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Dawnstar's broadhead tipped itself in faint interest, Fussy was funny! She was unphased by the smaller gimpy cat's presence but loved the bold approached. Her clanmates knew to keep a good tail length from her, she liked going for the throat.
"Pffft! Respect? You want respect, earn it. I'm not demanding you bunnies respect me or my cats, just tolerate us." The leader took a seat on her haunches to itch at her back, clearly, far too at ease in an enemy clan.
"Do you hear what comes out of your mouth? You want bunnies to sleep with snakes together in the same dens? They're going to slit each other's throats. I don't understand why you can't just move your elders, you can't have that many. I'm willing to make this.... manageable at least. I'll toss my cats in the elders while they stay here. We're going to be stuck smelling like you wimpy rabbits whether I like it or not, as disgusting as it is, we'll deal with it." Stempaw would have to give up her claim on the apprentice den, but whatever got this Fussy cat to stop her whining. She sounded like Dawnstar's grandmother.
"Oh! Please do, fight back, but I won't tolerate it if I find out that it wasn't my cat who started the fight. Fighting back and attack are different things to me." It was expected for her cats to stir up trouble, so long as it wasn't life-threatening it was highly unlikely Dawnstar would be sticking her nose into any brawls anyway. She wasn't ShadowClan's mother.
"Hmm, you want your leader back... okay," Dawnstar smirked, she'd bring the leader back.
"I'll retrieve her later. Anything else?"
While waiting for her reply, she dealt with her cats.
"Thornclaw and Batblind, I'm really not in the mood for your mouths. Batblind, don't overstep how useful you are to me. I have other warriors that can tend to the apprentices. Thornclaw, you're all talk and reeking of fear, I was thinking about killing you both, but I'm in a good mood and so mercy. Thornclaw, you'll be demoted to Thornpaw, Batblind will be taking you back to ShadowClan camp. You are not allowed to set a claw in the moor, if I find you do, you forfeit your life. I might prompt you in a moon, I might not." Honestly, it depends on if she remembered to or not. Failpaw was still Failpaw, and that apprentice still hasn't made a fuss about it. Maybe she liked the name?
"Batblind, clear your head with the walk. This is the only chance I'm giving you if you continue to irritate me, not only will I demote you and find new mentors for your apprentices, if I ever get around to promoting you after you go through an assessment with me, I'll rename you Doelight or Batblind, possibly Dunglight I'd have to think about it... Anyway, both of you out of my sight." Dawnstar gestured with a paw for the pair to get moving. She was done with them.
"You," She directed a glance at Featherfur,
"I would ignore but your questions aren't idiotic and deserve an answer. I'm not here to make any large changes, no diabolical plans either. I said I'd bring your leader back and I will." What type of mad cat did this hareball take her for? Who in their right might would tell someone their plans because they asked?