- Aug 15, 2022
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So, Duskfire is the new deputy...
Pebblenose has calmed down since the other night, but she still holds disdain for this dumbass who calls himself deputy. Sootstar has made a severe lapse in judgment. A miscalculation that would negatively impact the entirety of the clan! That ignorant tom could only pull WindClan down into the dark depths of his stupidity...
She's crouched in a corner of the clearing, nibbling on the wing of a ouzel. Her nose wrinkles into a indignant sniff, narrowed eyes watching Duskfire go about... whatever idiots do in their free time. (She wouldn't know, of course!) If he's going to be deputy, which he shouldn't, Pebblenose should at least get him to practice using that underdeveloped brain of his... It's the least that she could do as the self-proclaimed damage control of this monster-wreck.
With her head held low, the blue smoke stomps over to Duskfire, abandoning her meal for someone else to trip over. (She hopes it's one of those lousy lead warriors. Weaselclaw, specifically.) "Hey!" It's less of a greeting and more of a demand for his attention. Once his eyes lock onto hers, she grins impishly at him and stands as tall as physically possible. "What color is the sky?" A trick question... This would be perfect.
@Duskfire
Pebblenose has calmed down since the other night, but she still holds disdain for this dumbass who calls himself deputy. Sootstar has made a severe lapse in judgment. A miscalculation that would negatively impact the entirety of the clan! That ignorant tom could only pull WindClan down into the dark depths of his stupidity...
She's crouched in a corner of the clearing, nibbling on the wing of a ouzel. Her nose wrinkles into a indignant sniff, narrowed eyes watching Duskfire go about... whatever idiots do in their free time. (She wouldn't know, of course!) If he's going to be deputy, which he shouldn't, Pebblenose should at least get him to practice using that underdeveloped brain of his... It's the least that she could do as the self-proclaimed damage control of this monster-wreck.
With her head held low, the blue smoke stomps over to Duskfire, abandoning her meal for someone else to trip over. (She hopes it's one of those lousy lead warriors. Weaselclaw, specifically.) "Hey!" It's less of a greeting and more of a demand for his attention. Once his eyes lock onto hers, she grins impishly at him and stands as tall as physically possible. "What color is the sky?" A trick question... This would be perfect.
@Duskfire