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Black VVinter Vice Captain
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 Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 6:12 pm
His pelt was slick, clinging to his sides and significantly darkening the normally pale tint of the tom’s fur. Of course, it would come as no surprise to the RiverClan cats to see one of their warriors sauntering into their camp, soaked and with a mouth full of fish: anywhere else, it would be outlandish and peculiar. They would think he was crazy.
But that was because RiverClan cats were exceptional.
Even from behind the mouth full of fish, Palefire’s eyes sparkled with his pride for his Clan, and all it took was setting foot inside their Camp.
StarClan had granted him a wonderful day for hunting, and the ginger tom had obviously decided to take advantage of the warm day in Greenleaf in more than the one way. It had helped that he had been hunting in the pleasant company of his dearest Clanmate, Ripplestrike. It seemed like it had been so long since they had been able to simply take an easy swim, and still have their pick of fish to catch.
Indeed, signs of their older trials still showed on the tom. The muscular warriors’ size had diminished during the moons of the plague, and while his level of activity had still managed to keep up the hard-earned, toned manner of the tom’s form, the unforgiving cling of his pelt also managed to make what was still the faint outline of his ribcage all the more prominent. Even before the plagues had turned their freshkill into crowfood, Palefire had already given up the majority of his diet, in favor of making sure his Clanmates had been fed first. He was a seasoned warrior, and well aware of the fact that he would be able to make it longer on little food than most of the kin. And more than willing to embrace it.
But now… Now everything was finally starting to look up again. Their new camp, their new territory, it was perfect for them. No other Clans had the gall to swim across the river in their Camp to attack them directly; they were surrounded by their own element on all sides! And their nursery and elders were well protected. Although, that still didn’t mean that Palefire wasn’t currently encouraging the apprentices to help gather thorns and other adornments in order to help ensure secure the nursery even more.
Perhaps it was out of habit then, that when Palefire laid his pile of fish (plus one additional shrew he had happened upon) into the pile of freshkill, he did not take anything from it: all despite the fact that he could probably do with putting a little more weight back on. No, instead, he turned to face the large silver tom just to his side, one of those all-knowing, confident gleams flashing over Palefire’s bold eyes as he addressed his friend.
“I still can’t believe you fell in the river,” He joked, his voice filled with feigned disbelief, “I know we got used to not being able to fish for a while, but you’re not usually that clumsy.”
Actually, nothing of the sort had happened. Palefire made it up just to tease the scarred tom, and maybe convince a few other RiverClan members that his story was true.
And now, he was looking forward to spending some time bathing in the sun.. Just long enough to let his coat dry, and then the determined tom would be gone again, out developing borders and making sure RiverClan claimed only the most choice areas of the new territory. Not that he hadn’t already been working on that since they arrived.
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 6:40 pm
The sun was pleasant on his water-soaked fur as Ripplestrike padded quickly behind his friend, catching up quickly to walk beside him. It had been a long, hard journey to their new camp, and it was quite taxing on the warrior. Like his friend, and many other noble RiverClan warriors, he had given his share of their dwindling rations during the time of the plague. In his mind, they should not have waited so long to leave, and leave with the other clans at that...RiverClan could have more than held out on its own. Had Ripplestrike been in charge, they would have left sooner, but he was not. Following the orders of their clan leader, they set out with the other four clans for new territory, away from the grasp of the plague that had fallen on their old lands.
Now here they were, in a beautiful new place, full of new life, and fish! So much fish, Ripplestrike had to be careful to not let any slip out of his mouth. Then he lagged behind his friend again, and was quick to catch up as they entered the camp. He was glad all of his catch made it, and watched as the healthy, gleaming fish slid into the pile.
"Hey now, I was just excited to get in, that's all," It was a bit of a fib, he had actually fallen in, which was a surprise to both of them, though he played it off well and wasn't sure if his friend actually noticed. The famine that followed the plague, combined with the long journey, had taken it's toll a little heavier than it had on his friend. The scars on his hindquarters told of his old battles, but this journey and lack of food seem to have left him with a slight stiffness in one of his hind limbs. "And I got more fish than you!" He quipped. It had only been a few more, but still it stood as a good sign of his returning strength.
Ripplestrike watched the orange tom saunter away from the fresh kill pile. "Speaking of fish...Don't forget your share! Catch!" And the green-eyed tom picked up a fish with a claw and tossed it through the air at his friend.
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Black VVinter Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 4:00 pm
Palefire had turned, glancing over his muscular shoulder at the sound of his friend’s voice. Thank goodness, because in that simple action, he had unintentionally prepped himself for what was coming next.
"Speaking of fish...Don't forget your share! Catch!"
Palefire reacted eagerly, snapping the fish out of the air with a playful reach of his jaws. He hadn’t realized how hungry he was until the pleasant tang of salt water and sweet flesh gushed across his taste buds. But, he never had to otherwise alter his position in order to catch his newly-enticing meal. Ripplestrike was as spot-on as ever. Indeed, the two seasoned warriors had been some of the strongest muscle behind RiverClan for some time, and were well practiced in their fighting, Palefire having developed his own infamy outside the Clan. Or, at least, he deserved to have by now.
But, that never did stop them from acting like kits from inside the walls of their Camp, much less in the presence of one another.
Palefire let a pleasant purr rise from his chest, laying down and tucking his legs under him, dropping the fish just where his paws, if outstretched, would lay in front him, all before raising his eyes up to the silver tom.
“You’re always looking out for me, Ripplestrike.” He purred, but with the playful tease of his tone never fading, “But tisk, tisk, my friend, surely our dear Mentor taught you better than that? Hunting is a necessity, not a competition... Besides… I do believe that I am ahead in our overall count..” The tom stopped, voice trialing with his thoughts, “Maybe,” He snorted, suddenly amused at himself, “Actually, I’ve lost track.”
The two toms had known each other for so long now, and had spent so many moons training together. As a result, they worked together well and often. But, they had also been keeping track of who caught more fish for so long, that Palefire had managed to loose count of their tally. Afterall, it was still not long ago that their fishing had been more of a depressant, not anything worth joking about. With all their change, it was easy to see why the toms’ spirits were so high.
The pale tom would eagerly give a good swat to the ears of any RiverClan cat he saw who dared to be grumpy with in the face of their newfound fortune.
Palefire’s attention perked again as Ripplestrike came and settled down beside him, his own food in tow. But, it wasn’t until that moment, as Palefire watched Ripplestrike casually come to lay down, that he noticed the slight stiffness, maybe a favoring, of his hind leg. The one which bore the old scars.
The orange tom’s mood changed with an almost bipolar swiftness, his ears pinning against his head. He was angry yes, but certainly not at Ripplestrike. When the scarred, silver tom had settled, and with Palefire still not having touched his fish, the bold orange tabby leaned over, speaking in a low tone meant only for Ripplestrike’s ears.
“If I could again kill the ShadowClan crowfood who did that to you, I would do it faster than a mouse’s heartbeat.” He uttered his sentence slowly, his manner somber, but a supportive purr also rising from his chest. He couldn’t stand knowing that those old wounds, dealt by cowardess, were managing to his give friend trouble to this day.
The two possessed more secrets between them than the most mischievous pair of apprentices.
StarrySeas I puppeted Ripplestrike just a tiny tad, let me know if it’s a problem and I’ll change it <3
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 5:55 pm
Little Bonekit was not back at camp like she should be. While she'd never break a direct rule, no one had told the little petite kit to stay back at camp, so she had left promptly when no one was looking. Even if anyone was, half of the camp didn't really care much for the kitten. She was not born in Riverclan, having been found next to her dead rogue mother and kindly brought back to Riverclan. While some had accepted the kit, when she opened her eyes and ears she was also met with hostile stares and low hisses. She was, to some, an outsider, and Bonekit had yet to feel truly accepted by her entire clan.
So, sometimes she wanted a break. Sometimes, despite how much she loved her clan she wanted to wiggle free from the den she was supposed to spend most of her time in and explore her territory. Their territory. She may not be from a line of clan cats, but she belonged! She loved Riverclan! It hurt knowing not everyone viewed her the same simply because her mother had decided to be a rogue cat. It hurt! It made her tiny little heart ache knowing that maybe she'd never be fully "accepted".
So, a break was useful time to time. However, she hadn't expected to hear Palefire and Ripplestrike's voices, her ears flattening as the kit froze, one of her paws raised off the ground. She was in clear view, as were the other two, but if she stayed still would they maybe not see her? Palefire was a cat known for being proud of his clan, and she had never really figured out if she was included in his pride. Did he view her as a part of the clan he held so dear, or was she an outsider to him, too? And Ripplestrike.... she didn't know how he felt, either. Maybe they'd send her back to the den, or perhaps they'd lecture her on the importance of staying by an adult's side. Or, maybe they'd snarl at her and hiss the most common insults.
Just stay still. Maybe they'd continue walking.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 8:46 pm
(Nope, not a problem c: ! )
"Hm, I suppose you're right..." Ripplestrike bit eagerly into the fish that he had grabbed shortly after the toss. Scrumptious flavors entered his mouth that spoke of the water it had came from, and the plentiful life of their new home. The tom let out a mild purr of content; he almost felt that this new place was even better than their old one. Sure the territory here was unfamiliar, and he would miss the comfort of the previous area. But here, they would grow stronger than ever, he could feel it as the fish filled his belly. He chuckled at his friend's remark about their fishing count. "I'm not sure we'd be able to keep up with all the fish we'll catch here! My friend, I feel as though we have been given a glorious fresh start on things."
Ripplestrike glanced downward at the thought of his old scars, and the stiffness in his leg that he had already forgotten about. "You have indeed done more than your fair share of looking out for me." He sighed, then shook his head, and smiled. "Look at me brooding like an old queen...Had you been there with me that day, I'd say things would have gone differently, but you...Restored the balance, so to say, for me." Ripplestrike gave another small smile, and a bit of a wink. He hadn't noticed anyone around, but if there were another clan member downwind of them...
A sudden shift in the wind, and Ripplestrike turned his head. "Hm. Scent that?" The tom stood up, his scarred leg only needing a tiny bit of a stretch. "Going somewhere, little one? Almost didn't notice you," He called out with a chuckle. The kit was a rare sight after the plague and the hardship of their journey. So he wasn't surprised that he wasn't quite familiar with this kit. They did smell of RiverClan, however there was something else, besides their identity, that was foreign about them.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 9:45 pm
A white, fluffy tail waved about in the air like a flag. The diminutive calico wiggled excessively as she crouched down, preparing for her 'attack'. Finally, after ridiculous amount of preparation, she pounced at Bonekit, knocking the kitten down into the ground playfully.
"Gotcha!" she exclaimed triumphantly.
"Heeeey Bones, where do you thing you're gooooing~?"
Her tone was teasing, but not at all scolding - like it perhaps should have been. Snowtail wasn't exactly great at keeping kittens in line, but that may have been because she was still very much a kitten on the inside. Half the time the other queens were simply shaking their heads and treating her as just another one of the kittens. At least she kept the little ones entertained, if nothing else.
One kitten in particular, she was constantly tailing. The very same one that she now had pinned between her front paws and playfully nipped at.
Bonekit's unusual markings were something that tended to catch everybody's attention, and while some of the queens and other kittens seemed to avoid her, Snowtail was downright enamored with her! The way she smelled just a little different from the rest, her timid nature.. she just wanted to help little Bones gain some confidence!
It took the queen a moment to realize what had made Bones stop.
Oh, oops.
She was making a fool of herself in front of warriors.
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Black VVinter Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 10:15 pm
The pale tom dipped his head, finally taking in a bit of the freshmeat in front of him, satisfied by the slick, meaty flesh that slid down his throat. He had to agree with Ripplestrike, things were looking good for RiverClan, and they always would as long as he could help it.
He gave a twist of his ear in occupied acknowledgement of his friend’s latest statement, glancing up from his meal as soon as he had finished his most recent bite, his own features reflecting the slight mischievousness, the darker undertone, of his friend’s remark. There was that dangerous gleam to his eyes, but it was not a ruthlessness, simply a proud satisfaction. Indeed, he supposed in the end, they each did a fine job of looking after the other, each in their own way. There was been no way that Palefire would have let Ripplestrike’s aggressor get away with what he had done: and yet, he was also not ashamed to bask his own pride of how he had cared for his friend, but it made it all the easier when both of them found the.. restored balance.. to be an appropriate solution.
That was when the patched ginger tom felt the wind shift, heard the almost immediate words, and felt the tenseness of, his good friend. He had caught the smell as well, a sharp jolt to the consciousness whenever one had previously thought they were alone. And, regardless of whom it was, Palefire knew that he did not want to be overheard. As confident as he was that his exchange had only been loud enough for Ripplestrike to hear, there was that sudden, nagging doubt that made him tense, made him wonder if he had been heard. He could only hope not.
He and Ripplestrike had a sense of justice, of appropriateness and morality, which varied slightly from the average Warrior. As fondly as they would fight for their reasoning, it did not mean that he wanted their secrets to be whispered among the Clan.
And still, despite this sudden anxiety, Palefire remained outwardly cool, his head shifting in the same direction a Ripplestrike’s, following his friend’s piercing green gaze.
They stood at the same time.
Palefire’s tail, out of habit, was held high and proud behind him, as his overall mannerisms always managed to give off. All this, regardless of who it was. And actually, Palefire had known it was only the kit, Bonekit, he knew her scent immediately, despite the kit’s quiet nature: It was the only one that was still so different from the traditional RiverClan scent.
There were many in the Clan who looked down along said kit’s bloodline. She was not RiverClan born, leading most to assume that Palefire would have a distaste for the non-full bloodied warrior. Maybe in some other time, maybe in some other situation, yes. But after recent events, Palefire’s normally closed-mind was more open towards such things.. He had already introduced a loner to the Clan, and at this point, he was just happy to see a RiverClan kit at all, even if she had just been taken in.
Now, that didn’t mean she was blameless in his mind either. Palefire still believed strongly in the superiority of the RiverClan bloodline, and the only reason the loner had been introduced was because she had managed to impress him with her ability to fish. Bonekit, in turn, had won over his approval by the simple fact that she had been able to survive: both her birth, and the Great Move.
That meant she had potential.
But that did not mean she had his praise.
Not yet.
Not until she had proven she was deserving of the RiverClan name.
But he was patient, willing to wait and give the kit that chance. In the meantime, he would not defend her, and he was not extremely likely to acknowledge her. Not until she gave him a reason to.
.. Although.. Really, in some ways, she just had.
Palefire took a seat, wrapping his tail around his paws absently, but still sitting with the firm, proud holding of his shoulders and characteristic extension of his chest. She had almost managed to sneak past him, and as Ripplestrike pointed that out, he flicked and ear in his direction in quiet sanction of the statement.
That was when his eyes raised just in time to catch sight of a familiar white, fluffy tail. Snowtail. One of their Queens. Palefire continued to merely watch as the Queen pounced on the kit, knocking Bonekit’s small form to the ground, and continuing to tease her. He watched the calico, his eyes raising to hers with the certain, almost stern but borderline impassive tone they seemed to take when he was being serious.
He stayed sitting, attentive, and waited for the situation between the kit and the Queen to calm. Normally, to most kits, Palefire was actually rather fun and open, but in this situation, considering the state they had caught Bonekit, and Palefire still uneasy with the idea that they could have been overheard, he remained firm and serious. Eventually, he dipped his head, staring directly at Bonekit now, and only her, the intensity of his golden gaze catching the light, finally appealing for her attention.
“Indeed, Bonekit,” He said her name with a certain, judgmental (but still not disapproving) weight, “I find it interesting that you are so eager to wander, seemingly alone, in a territory that we, Warriors, are scarcely even familiar with yet.”
He cast her a heavy, thoughtful gaze, all before, in a single flash, amusement washed over his features. “Quite the determined little thing, aren’t you?” He questioned rhetorically, realizing the gravity of his own statement. He now had a certain, pressing curiosity about this kit, the one who was normally so mysterious,
“You are a RiverClan kit, yes?” He spoke rather harshly now, as if enforcing a point, “Do you not enjoy the company of your clanmates?” There was a slight twitch of his tail, but other than that his manner remained easy, his voice even starting to lighten again as he continued, not caring if he cut off any of the kit’s claims or excuses.
“However.. If you insist upon leaving the safety of the camp, I believe I speak for the both of us when I say that we would be willing to escort you, as long as you agree to stay within earshot. Or, in the very least, alert us of your departure and re-arrival.”
That was his deal, his middle ground. What probably came across as a bargain to the kit, was actually just another example of Palefire’s odd sense of morality, something that Ripplestrike was likely to pick up on, even if his friend may not totally agree, not with his softer spot for kits.
Bonekit was not RiverClan born, if she died because she was unwilling to stay within the safety of the camp.. Well then, her bloodline was not strong enough to deserve to be called a member of their clan. However, as so long as she was a member, he would do what he could to allow her to prove her worth, and to ensure her the protection he offered every other member, just with.. slightly more flexibility.
He wasn’t sure what their calico Queen would think of his proposition, but Palefire always managed to carry himself with a bit more authority, or at least, it came across that way with the manner in which the pale tom held himself and spoke. Snowtail could disagree if she wished, but he would hold his proposition firm regardless.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 10:41 pm
Bonekit was absolutely horrified when not only was her cover blown, but by Snowtail. Out of all the cats it had to be one of the loudest ones, and the one who always seemed to forget she wasn't a kit herself. Of course, the two Warriors had spotted her, however for a second she was busy trying to squirm away from the much bigger Snowtail. Her nose scrunched as she was flipped and then pinned, tiny legs kicking before going still.
"Snowtail." While her voice was naturally soft it held an unnatural maturity to it, followed by flattened ears. "I was just going to explore. I don't like sitting still all day." She murmured, suddenly flattening her body against the ground and using her tiny size to effectively get away from Snowtail. Finally free, she shook herself off and curled her tail around her back legs, eying Snowtail briefly before turning to the Warriors, ears flat again.
Caught. Ripplestrike's words had not been ignored. The kit shook her head in response. "Just exploring.." The polite kitten groaned inwardly when Palefire spoke. Of course, he was the one she was most frightened of. He was admirable, both in stature and history. Since the day she spotted him the small kitten had desired him just to praise her. Surely, if he ever found her worthy of her clan then the others didn't matter, correct? Out of anyone, he had been the one she quietly pondered about the most. How did he feel?
His golden eyes caught the light, branding an image in her brain she'd never forget. Dark paws unsheathed her claws, visibly digging into the dirt as her nerves hit her. Still, somehow, the kits face did not betray her emotions, as usual. She wanted to explain her reasoning for evacuating the den and others, however she had lost the ability to argue. She didn't want to be a mere child to this male, whipping up excuses here and there.
"I wanted to know the land be-" He did cut her off, however the kit respectfully held her tongue, her tail swishing twice. She wasn't like the other kits. She didn't want to play and hide in a den. Surely she'd be an apprentice soon, and already she was years ahead in maturity than an apprentice. She wanted to learn now. She wanted to master the Riverclan territory and know it before she even took her first step to hunt.
Suddenly, the offer was made, one ear flicking up. Freedom? He'd truly allow it without bringing it up to the other Queens? Quietly, she considered the choice. Sure, she didn't want the adults dragging her around and being limited to sticking to their side. She couldn't learn if others held her back, right? But, perhaps she could learn from them. Learn how to hold herself, approach situations, and safely travel the land. Palefire and Ripplestrike were strong males, and she could learn much.
Quickly, before anyone could intervene the offer, the kit let out a small mewl: "Could I come along during excursions outside of the main camp? I can't learn the land better cooped up in there, and I'm sure no one would protest if two Warriors were around."
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2014 12:06 pm
The tom's chuckle faded as he realized nervously that one of these other cats may have caught the end of their conversation, and a small wave of anxiety crept over his meal. It was no crime to kill another cat for trespassing or attacking a warrior, but a revenge killing...Ripplestrike had no doubt his friend had done the right thing and brought justice and a sort of restored balance to him, yet there was always the feeling that other cats may not agree and therefore the pair had kept the event under wraps. Furthermore, how he had not sensed the presence of the kit sooner had bothered him - either this kit was exceptionally good at being stealthy, or he was losing his touch. His back leg was a stiff and growing reminder that their migration had indeed taken its toll on him.
Maybe it was that the kit was simply extraordinarily good at sneaking around. Ripplestrike had yet to meet the small, dark kit with strange facial markings. But she did indeed give off a presence that was unlike her age. Her speech was surprisingly calculated and she seemed to have interests different from those of other kits her age. Exploring, eh? Ripplestrike's soft spot for kits took her words into consideration, instead of the fantastic hyperbole of a kit that didn't know what it was getting into. Her friend or caretaker, Snowtail, Ripplestrike was familiar with, and gave her a nod. Though she was clearly older, she seemed to have more of a kit's disposition than Bonekit did.
The tom nodded at his friend's words; the pair of them would indeed be more than happy to look after her. Her intelligence made her seem to be an even more valuable asset to the clan, though he had to be sure of her loyalty despite her apparent outsider's bloodline. Ripplestrike sat calmly next to his friend, looking down at form of the dark kit, and curled his thick tail around his limbs, a stable and reliable figure next to Palefire's more firm and authoritative stance.
Bonekit then spoke about coming along with them on excursions into their new territory. A promising adventure for the kit, he noted, though her size and lack of experience made him hesitant to bring her along so soon into unexplored territory. However, she did have such a wit about her that suggested she would be able to hold her own. Though small, Ripplestrike thought that perhaps she was at least nearing apprentice-hood. "Hm," The tom murmured, "I think we could arrange for you to tag along on a walk. What do you think, Palefire? She may be small, but with her smarts and us around, I don't see why she couldn't explore with us a bit," He gave his right paw a lick as he waited for his friend's response.
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2014 7:23 pm
Palefire watched the kit perk up with his words: the first show of genuine energy and emotion he had seen in Bonekit since Ripplestrike and he had taken notice of her.
He acknowledged her suggestion without a change in his stance, considering what she was saying with complete seriousness. So, she wanted to learn the land? There were always a handful of kits who started getting restless towards the start of their apprenticeship, wanted to go ahead and get out of the nursery; start their training, start becoming more like the big, proud warriors they saw leaving on patrols and hunts. Most of the time, requests for a kit to be allowed to leave the nursery and explore the land were taken humorously, resulting in coddling.
However, Bonekit was different. There was more behind that mewing tone than just a childhood eagerness. There was desire. There was thought- calculation. She was serious; she was not being another impulsive ball of energy. And, unlike the other kits, she actually had something to prove.
Ripplestrike’s voice carried from over his shoulder, finally dragging the intense weight of Palefire’s attention away from the kit. Palefire’s front paws moved back, straightening himself now from where he had lowered his head to be level with the black kit, and sat next to his good friend, head turned now to watch him speak.
Few other cats ever took his attention in such a manner, and Ripplestrike was probably one of the few that would ever be able to sway Palefire’s judgment. Now, the pale tom was always opening to hearing other opinions, but when it actually came to needing to be influenced into another direction, the silvery tom sitting beside him certainly had a more extensive amount of success than any other cat- save for, perhaps, their mentor, Whitestreak.
But, as usual, Ripplestrike did not have to try and alter Palefire’s opinion. Somehow, the two toms always managed to be on exactly the same page. A knowing reflection passed over his golden gaze once the other tom had finished speaking, and with that, he redirected his attention back to Bonekit.
“As usual, Ripplestrike. I completely agree. However, Bonekit, I would rather word of our agreement not spread around the nursery.” He cast Snowtail a hard glance as well, letting her know that his words were also directed at her.
“I realize your situation is different from most kits,” Yes, Palefire was not above bringing up such a sensitive subject, not when it was the kit’s reality, “But, I would rather we not promote any ideas of favoritism or special treatment.. Snowtail, just imagine how much the other kits would pester you if they knew Bonekit was permitted to wander with us Warriors.”
He felt like he may be able to trust the kit, who had already displayed a lot of maturity, to not brag about their bargain inside the nursery, but there was no harm in enforcing a point. Especially in Snowtail’s case.
And with his final words, he curved his head in Ripplestrike’s direction, returning the same wink that the tom had sent him earlier- a wink that could easily be interpreted as a wordless request for affirmation, but between him and Ripplestrike, it was a sign of one more little secret added to their list. Well, not one as significant as the others, but one more nevertheless.
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Black VVinter Vice Captain
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