She couldn't believe she was back here again so soon. Ferndance had to wonder if it was some sort of ploy by their Deputy to get WindClan really riled up because, for some reason unknown to the ticked tabby, the moor-runners didn't seem to like her very much. Kit after kit had disrespected her previous leader and threatened her with some level of violence and, for what? Talking about WindClanners getting murdered? The realisation clicked as the long-limbed tabby skirted through the grasses near the Thunderpath, the Lead Warrior coming to a complete halt a mere tail-length away from where the gravelly death run began. "Wow. It's just occurred to me that cats don't like to be told they're going to die." She tilted her head and gawked towards the floor, her tail slowly swaying as the breeze caught beneath it. "Or maybe... they don't like the idea of a gruesome death. Old age? Bad belly? Sure. Murdered by the Star-Killer? Ooooh, vicious. Eaten by Smogmaw? Expected but understandably very upsetting. Hmm..." Ferndance muttered more beneath her breath, feeling as if she'd just cracked a very peculiar code.
Their Deputy had said to offend to their heart's content but to disregard any words they said (what a peculiar reminder, she thought, why wouldn't they believe Smogmaw anyways?). A fair smile graced the tabby's features as her attention settled back onto the ShadowClanners present, her eyes glinting just a little longer on her apprentice and nephew. A white paw brushed down the mud-slicked fur on her chest as she addressed them all. "Ok, today we are not going to threaten with violent murder. We are going to threaten with kind murder, alright? Ask if they would like to be smothered in a bed of roses or peacefully drown at the bottom of a busy gorge." Her orders were hardly spoken as such, as soft as feathers and as prim as a kittypet's words. But, she meant them: she felt enlightened by her new discovery and wanted to test its limitations. WindClan, with their little legs and child warriors, was the perfect target. Her ears shot upwards in remembrance. "Be thorough with marking as well, please. We knew WindClan don't have very good senses of smell, we have to make it easy for them, alright?"
[ patrol tags! feel free to post before: @Wolfpaw. @silkbreath @BLOODHOUND., @RAGGEDPAW., @GRAVESTRIDE., @BARKBREATH. ]