- Jan 15, 2023
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༄༄ Calico paws do not often stray to the nursery, except to take prey to one of the queens when necessary. In these past weeks, she has not entered the den even once. There are no cats there worth visiting now, in Rattleheart’s absence, and Scorchstreak has admittedly found herself too busy to worry over the kits and queens who reside in the nursery. The matter of Thriftfeather’s presence in the den had come to her attention as a complaint, a concern in the form of a raised voice. And it had come from perhaps the last cat she had expected it from—Sootspot does not seem the type to worry for anyone other than himself, but perhaps his concern has its merits. Still, the question he had put forth is a valid one, and one that the deputy intends to follow up on.
She ducks through the nursery’s entrance without fanfare, scarred shoulders rolling stiffly. There are matters to be settled, and of course, said matters must include some of her least favored clanmates. Her eyes land upon one of these such cats, and his name leaves her maw with only a touch of disdain. "Sootspot." She does not draw him away from the nursery. Thriftfeather surely lingers about somewhere, confined as he is, and the other residents are exposed to whatever the smoke-furred tom has to say. Should the kits have to hear what is said about the rogue Sunstar has chosen to shelter? The answer is a resounding, certain no—but she also does not wish to corner the tom. Cornered prey tends to lash out, and she has endured enough bruises from frightened hares already. "You worry for the safety of your kits, given that you share a den with him… What are your… specific concerns?" Are you truly afraid for your kits at all, or do you only care that everyone around you should be just as miserable as you are? She does not say it, does not allow her lip to curl, but a spark of it lies in her scrutinous golden gaze.
She ducks through the nursery’s entrance without fanfare, scarred shoulders rolling stiffly. There are matters to be settled, and of course, said matters must include some of her least favored clanmates. Her eyes land upon one of these such cats, and his name leaves her maw with only a touch of disdain. "Sootspot." She does not draw him away from the nursery. Thriftfeather surely lingers about somewhere, confined as he is, and the other residents are exposed to whatever the smoke-furred tom has to say. Should the kits have to hear what is said about the rogue Sunstar has chosen to shelter? The answer is a resounding, certain no—but she also does not wish to corner the tom. Cornered prey tends to lash out, and she has endured enough bruises from frightened hares already. "You worry for the safety of your kits, given that you share a den with him… What are your… specific concerns?" Are you truly afraid for your kits at all, or do you only care that everyone around you should be just as miserable as you are? She does not say it, does not allow her lip to curl, but a spark of it lies in her scrutinous golden gaze.
- ooc: @SOOTSPOT
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SCORCHSTREAK ❯❯ she/they, deputy of windclan, tunneler
༄ small, slim flame-streaked calico with fiery golden eyes. cold and closed-off, ferociously protective of her clanmates. rarely seen aboveground.
༄ mate tobluepool; sibling torattleheart& rabbitclaw
༄ mentor to bilberrypaw & brackenpaw ; previously mentored pinkshine
༄ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted, but may react aggressively
༄ penned by foxlore