pafp OCEAN'S GREY WAVES | discussing deputies

[FERNDANCE]

The warrior's den was seldom a place for a natter - surrounded by her things and cats in and out of slumber, she much preferred the area to recharge her social batteries. But, that day, the heat had ensnared the marshlands, leaving only shaded parts of the camp as suitable shelter until it had passed. Leaning against heaps of trinkets that spilled out of her nest like a carrionplace pile, the cinnamon tabby's eyes flickered around the dimly lit area with a mixture of boredom and curiosity. "To think... someone in this very den is about to become Deputy." It had happened three times before, enough times for the novelty to almost wear off, but the sheer excitement had been nothing like she'd ever seen. Rumour had it that even Maggie had asked Smogstar about his choices, something Ferndance could only blame on his tenure under Chilledstar.

She felt a silence fall upon the den at her comment as if everyone considered that fact. Perhaps the one in their neighbour's nest would rise to the rank, maybe one of the Lead Warriors, maybe an enemy, maybe a friend. Hindsight made the Smogmaw choice seem obvious, this time, she couldn't say the same. There weren't many warriors with experience, and the council had seemed... divided after the gathering, with no unifying voice between them, it seemed any choice could lead to further fallout. Ferndance looked around, wondering if anyone would chip in when she saw Flintwish's gaze upon her. A petite smile graced her muzzle as she shuffled, sending one of her trash towers spilling into the nest besides her. Oh well, she would clean up later - there were questions to be asked first! "I am holding you hostage, and you must answer with a name, or your life is forfeit," she spoke in gentle jest to the other, her tail lashing almost aggressively. "Who do you think it will be?"

[ @FLINTWISH ]

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[FLINTWISH]

Flintwish has not seen the leadership in ShadowClan change before. But now that he has had a paw in piling Chilledstar's grave dirt, in sealing them within the earth; now that Smogstar has returned from the moonstone with StarClan's blessing.... Well, the reality is undeniable. Nausea churns his stomach acid into toxic butter. His heart palpitates as if he is still dangling from the Burnt Sycamore; his teeth grind, mighty glaciers, as if he is still across from Smogmaw, debating what he would change about his own life. Smogstar is maybe not the biggest villain of his life. Many ShadowClanners would argue he is not a villain at all. But Flintwish knows.

But then the question of Deputy came round. It settles over the warriors' den, and from his nest the stone-pelted tom raises his head, bi-color gaze quickly hooking on Ferndance. The not-quite-worst thing came next: she shuffled forward, her hoard scattering behind her, and held him hostage.

Flintwish grimaces a very tiny grimace. He doesn't hate Ferndance — not really. She had spoken like she knew Granitepelt, which had made him hate her at one point, but that vitriol has since mellowed into a wide, shallow pool of confusion and aimlessness. When she approaches now, she jests at him, asking for his wisdom about ShadowClan's Next Top Deputy. Well, wisdom is not what she is asking for, really. He could lob any old name at her and it would probably constitute a guess, even if he said Branchkit or Marblepaw. Flintwish's tufted tail taps against the floor of the den while he thinks. The idea of making a game of Smogstar's leadership both intrigues and repulses him — but only because he thinks (he knows) he is probably the only ShadowClanner to truly hate Smogstar.

"You're asking me?" he replies, because truthfully not a lot of cats involve Flintwish in these games, and he never did much to help that, either. But he uses the question as stalling time to think. Saying Ferndance's name now would make him feel like a schmooze. She had been demoted from Chilledstar's council, so did that mean anything? But she had stuck around ShadowClan anyway, making herself heard. Did that mean anything? His mind wanders next to his mentors: Scalejaw, Forestshade. He hadn't liked Forestshade, but training underneath her had softened him a bit. Either of them would be strong picks, wouldn't they?

"Um... maybe Scalejaw," he utters, because he believes it to be true. She was strong, and had weathered the badger attack like stalwart spires weathered the ocean's beating. Her loyalty to ShadowClan was unquestionable. Maybe he was playing favorites — she had been his mentor — but it seemed a sound choice. He has never been one to sing praises aloud, though. He inclines his head forward then, eyes flashing as they dug into Ferndance. "Who, um, do you think it will be?"

used to be one of the rotten ones ( and i liked you for that ) //

• ooc.
  
• FLINTWISH —— warrior of shadowclan, mentored by forestshade & scalejaw . granitepelt x starlingheart . littermate to nettlepaw, ghostmask ✦ penned by meghan
  
  ✦ a small, slate-blue tom with mismatched blue and green eyes. hard to approach and harder to enjoy, but beneath his spines he seems to have a good heart, and cares for his clanmates
  ✦ unlabeled gender / he, she, they pronouns / 14 moons & ages every 12th
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— will start fights / may flee / may show mercy. tends to fight dirty on account of granitepelt's teachings. will fight tooth and nail to win, as this is one of the few ways flintwish can prove his worth to himself
  
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, all opinions are in character
  ✦ full biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  

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[Ternfrost.]

WONDERED WHAT IT'S LIKE TO
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maggotfur ♛ 21 moons ♛ female ♛ she/her ♛ shadowclan warrior ​

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Maggotfur has put a lot of thought into the position of deputy and who would best fill it - even before chilledstar death, to tell the truth. The molly has never shied away from ambition - dreaming that someday that'd be her standing there, leading the clan. For now though, it is merely that - just a dream.

The young warrior is lounging upon her newly neatened nest when she hears Ferndance speak, pressuring Flintwish into answering. Scalejaw is his choice - and sure, it's a choice, but uzzle wrinkles at the thought of having yet another warrior she can hardly stand lording over her. " I think you would make a good deputy Ferndance, " she intterupts, utterly serious.

Its a half-truth of course - less about 'good' and more about 'trust'. If she is to spend the next six moons - or longer, even - bowing her head and gritting her teeth, she'd much rather do so for a cat she actually likes.

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[lilacfur]

The thought of Smogstar's replacement had scurried itself into Lilacfur's thoughts before. The dark tabby had been sat below Chilledstar's perch since she could properly hunt. Her brother's leadership left behind a shaky trail, but he had been consistent. Perhaps one of the very few things that had, in ShadowClan.

Lilacfur shifted so her chin rest on the edge of her nest, looking towards Ferndance and Flintwish. She wondered if the molly had ever envisioned herself back on a seat of the council, advising as she did with Mirepurr and the rest. Briefly she tried to imagine what kind of advisements Ferndance provided for Chilledstar, but Maggotfur's voice intercepted with her own theory. Ferndance as deputy, with the expectation to succeed Smogstar, teetered on the vision of something promising or chaotic. However it truly led the rosette to conclude that she did not truly know Ferndance very well at all outside their differences.

"He would unlikely choose outside the council." Lilacfur pitched. There was a time she imagined herself in his position, but her lineage was rather lacking in positive history in the Clan. Her aunt a turncoat, her mother cursed shortly upon receiving her lives to lose them all, her brother's pit of madness dragging them down.

"Perhaps Sharpshadow... his own former apprentice?" Though Sharpshadow did not have the skillsets of a leader, perhaps the position would give her that.

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• LILACFUR ✩ she/her, 20 moons, mother to marblekit and sycamorekit
  ⭃ lh lilac rosette with yellow eyes (carrying cinnamon, solid), a torn ear and claw marks beside her eye.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by this loser ↛ @gonkpilled on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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