Roosterflame
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Timidly, the red-combed ThunderClanner poked his head into the small, yet comfortable den that was now occupied by Sparrowstar, he looked around, noticing it was empty.
Nonetheless, he called out a customary, “Sparrowstar? Are you in here?” Just in case she was hiding behind the disheveled, unkempt nest or in the shadows of the seemingly unused den.
Deciding that Sparrowstar was not the kind of cat for surprise hide-and-seek, Roosterflame entered, his denwarming surprise in his jaws and on his back. He’d snagged a mouse from the fresh-kill pile, too, just so that Sparrowstar would have a meal waiting for her when she came back from whatever she was up to around the ever-so-busy ThunderClan camp.
Gently, he laid out the moss, feathers, daisies, and the shiny black pebble (he’d already replaced his own nest and rehidden his secret stash of super spectacular stuff, so the other black pebble was already in its hiding spot) on the den floor before he turned to look at the sad excuse for a leader’s nest that took up half the den. “Alright, you,” He growled to the den, “I don’t like you, and you don’t have any sense of existence… but whatever, I still don’t like you, and you’re probably a pretty sorry thing to come into a den to sleep on after a hard day, so you’re going to have to go,” With that said, he unceremoniously tossed the nest out of the den, probably startling whomever so happened to be walking nearby with a flailing mass of mossy depression.
Now that the old, sad nest had been cleared out, the den already looked so much brighter and happier, and Roosterflame wasn’t even done yet! He curled his tail into an arch and ran it along the ground, sweeping out the excess dirt, dust, and whatever else that had collected in this den since its past occupants left. Every good barn cleaning had started with sweeping, so a den cleaning needed to get the same special care and attention. When he’d swept out all the filth and shook out his not-so-pure-white-anymore-tail-base with a promise to it that he’d clean it later, Roosterflame began dusting off the den walls with his paw pads, brushing the dust and muck away until the den looked brand new. “Perfect,” He murmured, coming back in after clapping off his paws outside, “Now for the decorations and the nest.”
With special precision, Roosterflame flattened out the moss roll and carefully shaped it into a soft, cushy, fluffy nest, making sure to get rid of any wood chips, thorns, or whatever else. Sparrowstar’s nest needed to be comfortable. After all the work she did during the day, Sparrowstar needed a good night’s sleep!
When the nest was finished, Roosterflame stepped back to admire his work. The den looked ten-times better, and all he’d done was a basic cleaning! Any normal cat would call it a day here and go on with their afternoon, but Roosterflame was absolutely not a normal cat, no siree!
With a trill of excitement, Roosterflame gathered the daisies and feathers in his paws and dispersed them throughout the den, putting most of the feathers in the nest to make it softer, and sticking the pretty white flowers in any crack or crevice he could find. Now he was done. The den was decorated, and the nest was made. Roosterflame was rather proud of himself. He’d done a good job, in a relatively short amount of time, too!
Roosterflame took the little pebble and sat it next to the nest where it couldn’t be missed, and he then dropped the mouse inside the nest for Sparrowstar to find when she came in.
Then, with a nod of satisfaction, Roosterflame turned to leave.
A confused and somewhat bewildered voice faded off as Sparrowstar entered her freshly cleaned and decorated den.
Green eyes widened as she took in the new nest, flowers and feathers scattered around the space, a rather shiny pebble, and a fresh mouse sitting on her nest. Her mouth opened once. Twice. But she couldn't say anything as the kindness of this gift threatened to make her misty-eyed.
Finally forcing her voice to work after a few awkward moments of gaping like a fish, the young molly turned back to Roosterflame with renewed light and thankfulness shining in her eyes.
"Thank you Roosterflame," she purred, plopping back onto her haunches as she admired the new space and attempted to wrap her brain around the reasonings this tom had. "But what on earth brought this on? Not like I don't love a new nest as much as the next cat, but... Well I just sleep in here really."
How do you accept others doing nice things for you??? Was she expected to brighten up the warrior's den in return? Catch him some fresh prey? Shoot he had already given her prey as well as a freshly decorated den, what could she give him in return???
The large Maine Coon squeezed his way through the entrance to the leader's den, pressing himself against the wall to make as much room as possible for Sparrowstar. He regretfully filled up a decent portion of the den with his large frame. Feeling a little claustrophobic, he coughed. "You wanted to see me, Sparrowstar?"
Stars above, maybe she should have suggested the clearing for this impromptu meeting. Squeezing back so she was sitting on the lovely new nest that Roosterflame had made her was comfortable, but perhaps perching inside it was not ideal for hosting an important meetings. She needed to enlarge this den a bit if she was ever going to hold gatherings with her Keepers here. But onto the matter at hand.
"Thank you for popping in on such short notice," she started, adjusting her paws slightly. "We have a couple apprentices that are long overdue for their warrior ceremonies. Now, whether that is for lack of training or lack of motivation I am not sure of, but I was hoping that you might be able to help kickstart one of them onto their assessment."
Curling her tail over her paws, Sparrowstar regarded the tom before her with a calculating look before continuing.
"Softpaw has been through much these past few moons. I am almost confident she should have been made a warrior alongside her peers after the battle at the cove, but for whatever reason she was deemed unready. I would like you to give her an impartial assessment. Let me know whether she is ready for this next step, or if I need to step in and evaluate her separately."
The younger molly had been like a daughter to Cindersky. She wouldn't push for her to move on to another life outside of Thunderclan, but if she wasn't ready now... Would she ever be? Her tail twitched as the thought crossed her mind. Doubts had no place now. Not until after Moosecrash evaluated Softpaw's current skill-set.
"Do you have any questions or concerns about this?"
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The bobtail rustled in the bushes, slowly poking their head out to survey the clearing. A spark of mischief in their eyes, the restlessness that sparked through their small body. Asterdance couldn't step out onto the territory to frolic through the fields without feeling the sky would crash down upon them. It was fine, because today was.. fine. They had gotten sleep and hadn't gotten a headache, yet which meant? Oh, they had SO. MUCH. ENERGY.
Their clanmates could deal with it. It was fine. Someone needed to add flavor around here.
Asterdance grinned, watching a certain tail with interest. It was a rather nice tail, a familiar one but not exactly a tail they've ever paid attention to. They didn't have a tail, of course, as it was a weakness. They were not weak. Slowly, they crouched, their rump beginning to wiggle in the bush - the leaves making a quiet sound. A small giggle escaped from Asterdance and ah! There they went!
The warrior pounced forward, launching themself at Bumblebreak's tail with a playful roar.
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Cats were going to have to be reassigned. The tom flicked his tail before deciding on who to call. "Stormwind and Dawnpaw I want you to replace Leafheart and Bluepaw."
"Stagbound will be replacing Echosong as patrol leader," Copperfire called, hoping that the replacements would show up. He needed to go on patrol himself, it wouldn't be good to delay that further, but it's not like he can guess whether or not the cats he assigns can actually show up.
Acornpaw looked around, his enthusiasm dampened a bit by his patrol members not showing up. His eyes locked onto his new patrol members, and he made his way through the crowd, watching as the other patrols left to do their jobs. He smiled brightly at his new patrolmates. Firefly cove- thats where my last patrol was at. I wonder if I'll be able to catch a firefly this time. @Wintersun @Fenixwolf
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Russetflare pricked his ears. Him? Getting an apprentice? Just a little bit closer to being deputy, the Bengal thought. He walked up to Sharppaw, touching his nose to his new apprentice. "I will train you well," he promised his new apprentice.
The tom took note of who all had gone missing. He grimaced, two kits going missing so close to the rogue attacks was suspicious and... unsettling. And Nectarflame too. Going missing so close after Cindersky's death? There must be some connection.
Some of Sparrowstar's words caught his attention. Future concerns were to be brought to her or keepers... but what about him? He's the deputy, isn't he? Copperfire's fur bristles in unease. Was he not doing enough? Was Sparrowstar regretting her decision? He watches Sparrowstar leave with furrowed bows and unanswered questions that were likely to stay unanswered no matter if he had the choice to ask them. He stumbles to his paws with an aborted attempt to follow his leader before redirecting himself to go elsewhere. Best not bother her, she must be busy.
Russetflare pricked his ears. Him? Getting an apprentice? Just a little bit closer to being deputy, the Bengal thought. He walked up to Sharppaw, touching his nose to his new apprentice. "I will train you well," he promised his new apprentice.
Sharppaw smiled as his new mentor touched his nose, saying he would teach him well. "Hope you do better then my past mentors," he said. "And, maybe if you want, I can talk about life when Aspenstar was still alive and how ThunderClan was almost torn apart." The black apprentice had lots of stories to tell.
Sharppaw smiled as his new mentor touched his nose, saying he would teach him well. "Hope you do better then my past mentors," he said. "And, maybe if you want, I can talk about life when Aspenstar was still alive and how ThunderClan was almost torn apart." The black apprentice had lots of stories to tell.
He smiled at his apprentice. "Maybe you could." he purred. "That would be nice." he mewed. He flicked his tail. "Let's start training as soon as possible." He headed towards the training cave, beckoning his new apprentice to follow.
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