pafp everybody's talking now // casual questions

[Ternfrost.]

ABANDON ALL YOUR STUPID DREAMS
ABOUT THE GIRL I COULD HAVE BEEN, MY DEAR​

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maggotfur ♛ 20 moons ♛ female ♛ she/her ♛ shadowclan warrior ​

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As blue tabby strides into camp, it seems as though she is in a particularily good mood. Its a reoccuring thing, strangely enough - uplifted mood on a molly once known only for her bitterness, for reasons only clear to herself. But perhaps she's finally pulled herself from her greif, com to terms with Magpiepaws death. Or mabe its that the position she's always lusted after since her kittenhood is once more available - the scent of opportunity in the air like blood.

Two frogs drop gracelessly from her jaws into the freshkill, but she hardly cares about that at the moment. Stomach rumbles with hunger, and she instead snatches up something for herself - a particularily appetizing looking lizard tht all but has her name written on it. Finding where to indulge upon her meal is far harder, eyes roving about camp until at last settling upon one cat in particular. eyeing up the shady patch nearby, the warrior is quick to claim it as her own - a quick dip of her head the only greeting she offers the newly made leader.

She waits long enough to take a few swift bites - dainty things, because for all that she has questionable taste in prey she's no rogue - she at last says something. Idle conversation - nothing more. " it seems that leadership suits you, " she drawls, tail tip flicking idly as she shifts, hoping to settle in more comfortably. " Not entirely unexpected - clearly Chilledstar picked well when they made you successor so long ago, " it feels like an eternity ago, for all that Maggotfur has lived through two leaders and now sits beside a third in only twenty one moons of life.

Another bite, carefully crunched between sharp teeth as she listens to his answer, ears flicking as she stares dispassionately at the rest of the clan - bustling around, busying themselves with starclan knows what. " Will we be seeing a new deputy gracing us anytime soon? "

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A N D - I F - Y O U ' R E - B L I N D - T O - T H A T ,━ I ' M - F I N E - W I T H - T H A T

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// please wait for @smogstar to post first

 

[smogstar]

Flattery is the footpath into a hubristic heart. Treading the way can prove to be a gamble, risky business, for it all depends on the recipient. Some cats' paths meander and weave through brambles, where only the most practised paws may traverse without tripping. Smogstar's path, on the contrary, is wide and welcoming, carpeted by smooth green leaves. He laps up adulation like a parched dog. To fawn, to laud and herald him, is to nurture an ego already so indulged. Hence, the indifference he'd felt upon Maggotfur's approach soon blossoms into fluttering anticipation, an eagerness to hear what more was to come.

A terse exhale escapes him as an initial reaction. Leadership does suit him, that he'd realised and decided for himself long before the warrior began their apprenticeship. It gratifies him to hear it all the same, naturally, and he reciprocates with a rumble from deep within his broad torso. "How kind of you to say," he purrs, chin lifting from his own meal to cast a haughty glance in Maggotfur's direction. This wouldn't clock as the first time in which she'd commended him, though the sentiment tastes different today. It's a compliment from a subject, not a mere clanmate.

Her second remark earns her a languid blink, whiskers curling at his lips. "Next meeting," he provides as straightforwardly as he could. "I haven't made my decision yet, but- ShadowClan will see its new deputy in short order." A matter he's been considering nonstop since his return from the Moonstone. It's a pivotal role, one to which Smogstar can trust no one except a cat who's shown him nothing but loyalty, and one who shall not flinch beneath the pressures the post entails; which is a tall bar to reach, admittedly.​

 

[Ternfrost.]

WONDERED WHAT IT'S LIKE TO
TOUCH AND FEEL SOMETHING​

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maggotfur ♛ 21 moons ♛ female ♛ she/her ♛ shadowclan warrior ​

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Her gentle prying works - a gleam of excitement coloring vibrant eyes in the moments before she turns her head away from view - busying herself with her prey to keep from letting her excitement show. Her emotions are a wild thing these days after all - best not to show too much interest, lest someone think she has ideas, ah, above her station.

(She does, of course. Who wouldn't wish to claim the prized position of deputy for themselves, fools dream though she knows it to be.)

Still, it doesn't hurt to worm her way further into her new leaders graces - there's no such thing as having too many connections after all, and who knows? Perhaps whoever is chosen will make a fool of themselves and ned replacing in short order. A girl can dream.

" Of course, " she says at last, tongue swiping across her maw once she's finished her last few bites. " It's better to be able to put your... invaluable skills to use, rather then continue sparing your time for the mundane tasks that can be delegated too... others, " she says. Though really, what all did a leader do anyways? Other then rule, it seemed like all the actual labor fell upon the deputies shoulders... Discipline, maybe? Or pairing mentors to apprentices, and coming up with names?

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M O N S T E R , - H O W - S H O U L D - I - F E E L - ?

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[SHARPSHADOW]

StarClan... This again. Sharpshadow would not pretend she knows Maggotfur too well... Nor would she claim to be some sort of mastermind, a cat that could read others as easily as... uh, something easy to read. But she can definitely notice when a cat she vaguely knows for being a bit of a fox - heart is sudenly leaping to lick at the fur between Smogstar's ears. She doesn't even mean to eavesdrop, but its so disgusting that she can't help but stop and stare. ( Ignoring that she's right — that Leadership did suit him. Probably because it required that you be annoying... Or so that's what most of ShadowClan's leaders have taught him. ) Chilledstar picked well when they made you successor so long ago, purrs Maggotfur. In this moment, Sharpshadow learns what the sound of his own eyes rolling into the back of his skull is like. Obscure, obtuse Smogstar simply can't afford to be vague and whatnot in the face of obvious compliments. He might as well being a bird preening itself for all to see, right now.

Sharpshadow hasn't really given a thought to the nature of Smogstar's successor — of who would be the next omnipresent, droning voice in his ears, one that'd he'd hear whenever he so much as dreams about doing something wrong... Or maybe even in leadership, Smogstar would continue fulfilling that role for him... Clearly, she and Maggotfur are not the same. She's clearly given it plenty of thought, apparently. It pisses him off in a way he can't really explain; makes him say: " You don't think it'll be you, do you? " And if Smogstar were to give the title of Deputy to the nearest cat to lick his tail, Sharpshadow would be gone in an instant, whatever... pledge of loyalty be damned.

( Of course, she knows that's a lie. )​

 

[Gigglepaw]

For some, the act of receiving a new leader unto one's Clan might be an uprooting event - and that isn't to say that it hasn't been hard for Gigglekit to lose Chilledstar - but for the most part everything had been moving so fast that Gigglekit hadn't the time to fully process all that was happening. And unlike some of the more practical-minded warriors in ShadowClan who were looking to curry favor with Smogstar, Gigglekit found that she was more exhilarated than anything that someone she looked up to so greatly had become a proper leader.

"I bet the new deputy'll be just as cool as Smogstar," Gigglekit chimed in, suppressing a grin as she looked up at the tom. She was young, but she trusted Smogstar - he didn't have any reason to lead the Clan in the wrong direction, after all. Sharpshadow arrives with the same strange presence he always brings to the table, and suggests that Maggotfur might be implying that she'd be the next deputy of ShadowClan. "What about if it's you, Sharpshadow?"

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• GIGGLEKIT ✩ kit of shadowclan, five moons
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  → penned by Archivist → .archivist on discord.
  

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