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Post by ❝ viperstar ❞ on May 4, 2021 5:45:29 GMT
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They needed a plan of action. If he let the rogues continue their pursuit to dwindle their numbers, only disaster could come of it. He paced the inside of the leader's den, away from the prying eyes of the camp. He didn't want them to see his anxiety. And with a deep breath he calmed, stopping to take a seat on the cool floor and curled his tail around his paws. He had to calm himself. He had to think about this logically. He needed a plan. And maybe it was time to ask some of his advisors if they had any ideas.
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When his heart had stopped racing, Viperstar slid out of the small den and peered across the clearing, his eyes landing on Swiftfoot fairly quickly. Who better to ask than the Windclan deputy herself, and his strong and mighty former mentor. "Swiftfoot." While loud enough for her to hear, his voice was calm and inviting. "I would like to see you in my den for a bit. I have something important to ask you."
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Post by swiftfoot on May 7, 2021 10:30:28 GMT
 "swiftfoot."
the windclan deputy had just returned from a hunt, jaws heavy from the corpse of a plump rabbit. she dropped her prey upon the fresh-kill pile and swung up her head to meet viperstar's eyes, ALARM HITTING HER WITH A JOLT. SHE STILL WASN'T QUITE USED TO THIS MOST RECENT WINDCLAN CHANGE - SHE AS DEPUTY, AND HER YOUNG, FORMER APPRENTICE AS LEADER. once, he'd looked up to her, eyes bright, eager to learn. now she looked up at him, and his eyes were still eager, still bright, BUT HE ALSO LOOKED TIRED, AS IF THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD HAD COME TO SETTLE ON HIS SHOULDERS. "I would like to see you in my den for a bit. I have something important to ask you."
she dipped her head in acknowledgement. "yes, viperstar."
following him to his den, she sat at a respectable distance and curled her tail to politely rest over her paws. she already had a good guess as to what he wanted to discuss. emberstar's rogues were a building pressure at their borders, ready to strike, to expand, to find their vengeance. "let me guess?" she began dryly. "emberstar's fleas are looking for another pelt to lay their eggs on. and we can't have that pelt be that of a windclan cat, no, certainly not." she cocked her head; inspected a claw, gave her toe a wriggle, deep in thought. "in all my seventy-five moons, i can't say we've ever faced something of this magnitude. mind you, there's a first time for anything." she shot him a look, the words unsaid in the air - even a leader as young as you. 
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Post by ❝ viperstar ❞ on May 10, 2021 3:02:05 GMT
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She followed him back into his den and his relief bestowed itself around him. Swiftfoot brought a sense of strength to him. A new layer of confidence that continued to bring his head up high. while she used to make him nervous as an apprentice, having her support today gave him comfort that filled him when she stood beside him. He smiled softly and sat confidently before her, his own tail sweeping around his paws.
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At her dry words, Viperstar allowed himself a chuckle, one that reached his eyes, but not his throat. "You are very perceptive. But I wouldn't expect anything less from you."
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His eyes dropped after his words as he thought about what his deputy had said. Viperstar knew he was a young leader... But that wasn't the only problem. He was the one who had waited so long in idleness, allowing his half-brother the rule of his clan. Windclan was broken, and it was his fault as much as it was Emberstar's.
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"Nothing can happen until the clan trusts me to lead." There was a long pause until his eyes peeked back up at his former mentor. "But that can't happen until I trust my warriors in their loyalty to Windclan."
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Post by swiftfoot on May 17, 2021 9:35:59 GMT
""You are very perceptive. But I wouldn't expect anything less from you."
swiftfoot snorted. she wanted to quip that yes, of course she was perceptive, it was her job as both warrior and deputy after all - but she managed to wrangle in her tongue, the uncomfortable realization that this young tom was her leader sinking deep beneath her fur. it was against her own personal code to speak too brazenly against her leader. much as her mouth wanted to disagree. it was hard, however. their shift in dynamic had been so sudden, so jarring. and while viperstar had her support, swiftfoot's feelings on the matter were ... complex, to say the least. truthfully, proud as she was of his growth, it stung that a whippersnapper such as himself had risen so high, so fast, that he now eclipsed her in his shadow. this wasn't anything she'd had to deal with in her apprentices before. there had always been a sense of power difference between them, long after their final assessment - but viperstar now had nine lives, and the weight of windclan on his shoulders. in the grand scheme of it all, how was she even supposed to talk to him now? "Nothing can happen until the clan trusts me to lead. But that can't happen until I trust my warriors in their loyalty to Windclan."swiftfoot couldn't help herself. she barked a laugh, slightly derisive, and her tongue slipped out from her grasp. "of course, viperstar, that's how it works. an apprentice learns nothing from a mentor he refuses to listen to. how can a clan recover and thrive when its leader is so far curled up himself that not even the stars can reach his pretty little head?"
perhaps that was too far. She jerked back, a growl loose in her throat. "forgive me. i did not mean to show disrespect." she sighed. tension coiled like a snake, poised for a strike, in her chest. sometimes, she felt so much older than her mere seventy-five moons. the last six moons had only served to age her by centuries. "but my point stands," the deputy continued on, tone softer, "you're a good cat, viperstar. i trained you well. but you've always been stuck in your ways, in your own mind, especially when others need you most. instead of turning inwards, push yourself outwards. invest yourself in the lives of your clanmates. now don't i sound like such a hypocrite." her chuckle was dry, barren of any humor. "whatever. do with that advice what you will."
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