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Wildheart nodded, conceding the point. "well, I could get the moss for you," he offered, sighing.
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Wildheart nodded, conceding the point. "well, I could get the moss for you," he offered, sighing.
His ears perked up "You'd do that for me?", he let out a breath he'd been holding. "Thank you Wildheart"
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Oh, the things he wanted to say to this cat were many, but he clamped his jaws shut and let Rainywhisker speak his piece. "It is most certainly a fake sign," he said after the medicine cat had finished speaking. "I trust Rainywhisker's word - far more than I do yours." Far more than he ever had, really.
"Oh, I hope she tries." He narrows his eyes at Frostpaw, a quiet, seething anger hidden within their green depths. "I would love to have the opportunity to show her just how well ThunderClan is doing without her meddling. And without yours, as well. Seeing as the sign was fake, I have no reason for you to remain as ThunderClan's medicine cat."
The absolute relief he felt from saying those words was nearly overwhelming. No longer would he have to stress over her entitled speeches at Gatherings, or her horrible incompetence at her job. "I'm stripping you of your rank. From here on out, until you can prove to me you can be a functioning member of ThunderClan, you'll remain as a warrior apprentice. I'll assign you to someone tomorrow. You're dismissed. Go pick out a nest in the apprentices' den."
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Frostpaw’s mouth dropped open as she just stood there processing everything. How dare he demote me...and to an apprentice? At least the clan still trusts me and respects me, no one would believe Grainywhisker, his word against mine, everyone would trust me...shoot this is my only option then, sorry dear Icestar, but I guess I’ve got to do this for the sake of Thunderclan. She thought angrily. Thick clouds of smoke began to come off her fur and began to fill the den she was so angry, with this smoke, it would make it hard for Grainywhisker and Buckbranch to see anything happening so they couldn’t claim they saw anything happen, well Buckbranch wouldn’t be saying he saw anything in the first place, because she was going to kill him so well, she’d strip him of his eight remaining lives. Sure she hadn’t used any of her training since she was an apprentice except in harming Snakepaw, but that didn’t matter. With an angrily hiss she launched herself claws extended towards Buckstar’s back digging her claws in as she reached with her teeth to rip fur off the back of his neck digging in taking more chunks out of the back of his neck and carefully still smoking sliding down his side dragging her claws down the side of him before shooting her paw under him and striking a deep blow to his underbelly as she rolled out of the way, all this was far messier than a warrior would have done. But she narrowed her eyes at him making sure he was going down before sprinting out of the den to the Thunderwillow forcing herself to stop smoking as much so it wouldn’t look suspicious.
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Frostpaw sprinted out of Buckstar’s den onto the Thunderwillow. Her eyes were wide in what could be assumed to be either terror or insanity. Her fur was smoking slight, which it did anytime she was angry and she whipped her head around looking at the few clanmates she could see,”Thunderclan!” she called feeling pressure to get them over faster, before Rainywhisker could catch on and stop her. No one would ever know the truth, and she’d continue on serving her clan,”Rainywhisker killed Buckstar!” she howled. Unfortunately this clan meeting would be the only time she’d ever call him Rainywhisker she had fun using random prefixes for him, for all he knew she actually didn’t know his name. Well surprise Grainyflicker, she does. As for Buckstar, she had made an agreement with him to call him Buckstar in public, but privately she called in him Buckbranch because she didn’t believe he was the rightful leader of Thunderclan, Frostpaw thought he killed Duskstar and claimed she fled the clan. She loved this power standing on the Thunderwillow addressing her clan.
Lightpaw lifted an eyebrow. No way in the Dark Forest did he believe that. He knew the medicine cat was insane.
Eaglepaw smirked quietly. Looks like Frostpaw is up to her tricks again. She knew this wouldn't last long but she would enjoy the chaos while she could.
Eveningmist perked her ears as she heard Frostpaws call, a look of confusion coming across her face. Rainywhisker? Yeah, no way. If any other cat had said that, she still would not have believed them, and coming from Frostpaw it was even less likely. Padding over and climbing on top of the Thunderwillow, she stared down at the medicine cat apprentice with a blank face, noting the smoke that billowed out of the den she shared with Buckstar. However much she didnt believe the nonsense that spewed from her mouth, she always liked hearing both sides of the story. "Frostpaw, may I ask, what exactly is the meaning of this? Tell me what happened, and I expect a detailed reply. Also, would you mind telling me why there is smoke coming from his den?" she mewed, less of a question and more of a demand. Though she fought to maintain a calm composure, her lashing tail gave away some of her irritation.