- Feb 14, 2023
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HE SAID, "WELL MY NAME'S JOHNNY, AND IT MIGHT BE A SIN
BUT I'LL TAKE YOUR BET, AND YOU'RE GONNA REGRET, CUZ IM THE BEST THERE'S EVER BEEN."
Johnnyflame sighed as he limped through camp toward the freshkill pile. Blazestar was dead, half the clan was injured from driving out the rogues, and Highstones was still under the control of Windclan. Johnny was angry and a little shellshocked by it all. He couldn't wrap his head around the idea that Blazestar just... wouldn't be among them anymore, and all that he knew for certain was that Windclan would pay for what they'd done- for everything they did. But since there were no current plans for the clan to retaliate for anything as of yet, Johnny was trying to keep busy. He was a mischevious menace when he was born, but even worse, he was a ticking time-bomb when he was angry with no outlet. So, to keep himself from doing something stupid or from being a total jerk by stewing in his own thoughts, the stocky tabby tomcat was keeping himself busy.
With no patrols to do and with Glimmerpaw resting after their recent bout of battle training, Johnny decided to make himself useful in other areas and make sure that everyone was fed. He'd already been to the nursery and elders den, and as he reached the freshkill pile he quickly scooped up a squirrel and made his way toward the medicine cats den. He wasn't sure who would all be there at the moment, but whatever was leftover could be saved for Dawnglare and Fireflypaw.
"Dinner-call!" he announced as he slipped inside, voice kept down in case cats were sleeping but his maw still fixed with his usual cheery grin, prey dangling by its tail between his jaws.
@Honeysplash