Post by Mal on Mar 5, 2018 21:49:25 GMT
Cinderstar
Fireclan || Female || Strong Leader
Cinderstar eyed Froststar as the Emotional Leader finally took her place on the root of the Great Oak. Her amber eyes watched the exchange between her and Willowstar, taking in the information fed between the two. Her eyes narrowed at the mention of Ravenclan and their way of rule, a small twitch of a smile threatening to spread on her maw.
That feeling of smiling faded completely at Willowstar's words to the Strong Leader. The fur on Cinderstar's neck bristled as she let those words aggitate her. A small growl left her throat, eyes narrowed onto Willowstar with anger.
"And here I thought Willowclan was much smarter with rumours. I've had kits, and I've had a mate, which is obviously more than you can say. But I suppose a queen with her head up her own behind doesn't have much of a chance to listen to anything else but her own shit." Fuming. Cinderstar was fuming. Mentions of her not understanding how things are always was a trigger for her. She knew she had to be calm and collected; the stakes were high but her ego was sore. Who did this royal pain in her ass think she was? Cinderstar knew she had to draw in her rage. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, opening them only to stare at Aspenstar and gather the expression on her face. Was her fellow leader disappointed in her? Cinderstar, despite all her skills, always had weakness within her temper. She hoped she wouldn't be the reason the clans refused Fireclan's needs tonight...
In order to distract herself from the situation, and to send the message of her resentment towards Willowstar, the small, grey she-cat turned to Petalflight who had finally joined them. The grey molly listened to Froststar's kind words and scoffed. Feeling rivalry bubbling in her throat, the already aggitated leader said with bite, "Finally. Always the last to arrive. Such is the life of a bunch of aimless cats with no leader, hm?" A sneer appeared on her face as she glared at Ravenclan's medicine cat.
"Should we begin now that Ravenclan is finally here?" Cinderstar made sure to speak loud enough that some of the cats below the Great Oak would hear her.
Cinderstar eyed Froststar as the Emotional Leader finally took her place on the root of the Great Oak. Her amber eyes watched the exchange between her and Willowstar, taking in the information fed between the two. Her eyes narrowed at the mention of Ravenclan and their way of rule, a small twitch of a smile threatening to spread on her maw.
That feeling of smiling faded completely at Willowstar's words to the Strong Leader. The fur on Cinderstar's neck bristled as she let those words aggitate her. A small growl left her throat, eyes narrowed onto Willowstar with anger.
"And here I thought Willowclan was much smarter with rumours. I've had kits, and I've had a mate, which is obviously more than you can say. But I suppose a queen with her head up her own behind doesn't have much of a chance to listen to anything else but her own shit." Fuming. Cinderstar was fuming. Mentions of her not understanding how things are always was a trigger for her. She knew she had to be calm and collected; the stakes were high but her ego was sore. Who did this royal pain in her ass think she was? Cinderstar knew she had to draw in her rage. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, opening them only to stare at Aspenstar and gather the expression on her face. Was her fellow leader disappointed in her? Cinderstar, despite all her skills, always had weakness within her temper. She hoped she wouldn't be the reason the clans refused Fireclan's needs tonight...
In order to distract herself from the situation, and to send the message of her resentment towards Willowstar, the small, grey she-cat turned to Petalflight who had finally joined them. The grey molly listened to Froststar's kind words and scoffed. Feeling rivalry bubbling in her throat, the already aggitated leader said with bite, "Finally. Always the last to arrive. Such is the life of a bunch of aimless cats with no leader, hm?" A sneer appeared on her face as she glared at Ravenclan's medicine cat.
"Should we begin now that Ravenclan is finally here?" Cinderstar made sure to speak loud enough that some of the cats below the Great Oak would hear her.
Lilacclaw
Willowclan || Female || Warrior
With her senses already on alert, Boulderfang's attempt of startingly her was unsuccessful. However, Lilacclaw reacted with such speed that it could have been mistaken as fear. Her eyes were wide as she stared into Boulderfang's face, jaw agape at his sudden appearance. Well Starclan, what are you trying to say? She honestly didn't expect him to appear just because she thought about him. Just because she wanted him to.
"Well hello there." Lilacclaw mewed almost breathlessly. She attemped to regain some composure by ging her chest a few quick licks and straightening her back. She then proceeded to delicately wrap her tail around her paws. The next time she spoke, it was more confident and smooth, just like the first time they met. "My, my, you do enjoy scaring others, don't you? How misbehaved." The warrior teased with a purr, eyes dancing. She even went so far as to flick her tail at him, brushing the tip against his pelt.
"I'm delighted to see the heat hasn't taken you yet." Although her words had meaning of genuine care behind them, her wording was deliberate. Her tone was akin to taunting, but she hoped the big dumb oaf would pick up on the softer notes underneath. Fireclan wasn't known for their subtleness. Given how he was the first time she met, the dilute calico was doubtful he would understand. But Lilacclaw knew it was risky business expressing worry for cats of other clans. Willowstar wasn't always the most empathetic, and Lilacclaw hated to say she bent to her leader's will but... well... she did.
However, if Willowstar could get away with a big fun night out and not tell her clan who it was with, she'd be damned if she wouldn't allow herself the same luxury. There were worse cats than Boulderfang. And he was charming in his own way.
What others don't know won't hurt then..
"Well hello there." Lilacclaw mewed almost breathlessly. She attemped to regain some composure by ging her chest a few quick licks and straightening her back. She then proceeded to delicately wrap her tail around her paws. The next time she spoke, it was more confident and smooth, just like the first time they met. "My, my, you do enjoy scaring others, don't you? How misbehaved." The warrior teased with a purr, eyes dancing. She even went so far as to flick her tail at him, brushing the tip against his pelt.
"I'm delighted to see the heat hasn't taken you yet." Although her words had meaning of genuine care behind them, her wording was deliberate. Her tone was akin to taunting, but she hoped the big dumb oaf would pick up on the softer notes underneath. Fireclan wasn't known for their subtleness. Given how he was the first time she met, the dilute calico was doubtful he would understand. But Lilacclaw knew it was risky business expressing worry for cats of other clans. Willowstar wasn't always the most empathetic, and Lilacclaw hated to say she bent to her leader's will but... well... she did.
However, if Willowstar could get away with a big fun night out and not tell her clan who it was with, she'd be damned if she wouldn't allow herself the same luxury. There were worse cats than Boulderfang. And he was charming in his own way.
What others don't know won't hurt then..
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[Tags: @edda ]
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[Tags: @edda ]
[Notes: xx]