- Jun 2, 2023
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"I need your advice."
It is not a test, per se, but there's an expectancy in pale eyes which would hopefully keep Thriftfeather rooted to the spot as Rumblerain approaches him. A leader is meant to be able to consult with their deputy, they know that much; they remember, faintly, Sootstar speaking with the-then-Sunstride. They're sure they'd remember her doing the same with Badgermoon, too, if they searched the recesses of their mind, but any thought of their late father is stained with his exile.
Rumblerain gestures for Thriftfeather to follow, settling just out of earshot of their camp. It's still makeshift, a pawful of scant nests clustered together in a small hollow, no real dens in which DuskClan could reside.
"In a half moon or so, I'll be returning to Twolegplace." They say it as fact. Clearly, this is not what they want advice given on. Their demeanour dips into uncertainty, however, as they continue: "If I bring back more cats to join us, more warriors, we might be able to sustain ourselves better. I never cared for Granitepelt's mission: there are better ways to grow a Clan than stealing kits." Their tail-tip twitches, and they glance down at the motion. For the first time in moons, the absence of the butterfly wing bothers them. They look back up at him, expression slightly pinched. They do not mention Vulturekit, though they search his expression for anything that might help them narrow down the kit's whereabouts ... and find very little.
"... But if I bring too many, we risk having too many mouths to feed and not enough prey. And they must have some warrior's honour ... What sort of cat should I bring to DuskClan, Thriftfeather? Should any of our warriors come with me?"
It is not a test, per se, but there's an expectancy in pale eyes which would hopefully keep Thriftfeather rooted to the spot as Rumblerain approaches him. A leader is meant to be able to consult with their deputy, they know that much; they remember, faintly, Sootstar speaking with the-then-Sunstride. They're sure they'd remember her doing the same with Badgermoon, too, if they searched the recesses of their mind, but any thought of their late father is stained with his exile.
Rumblerain gestures for Thriftfeather to follow, settling just out of earshot of their camp. It's still makeshift, a pawful of scant nests clustered together in a small hollow, no real dens in which DuskClan could reside.
"In a half moon or so, I'll be returning to Twolegplace." They say it as fact. Clearly, this is not what they want advice given on. Their demeanour dips into uncertainty, however, as they continue: "If I bring back more cats to join us, more warriors, we might be able to sustain ourselves better. I never cared for Granitepelt's mission: there are better ways to grow a Clan than stealing kits." Their tail-tip twitches, and they glance down at the motion. For the first time in moons, the absence of the butterfly wing bothers them. They look back up at him, expression slightly pinched. They do not mention Vulturekit, though they search his expression for anything that might help them narrow down the kit's whereabouts ... and find very little.
"... But if I bring too many, we risk having too many mouths to feed and not enough prey. And they must have some warrior's honour ... What sort of cat should I bring to DuskClan, Thriftfeather? Should any of our warriors come with me?"
- // @Thriftfeather
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[ art by antiigone ] -
RUMBLERAIN ✧ they/them, leader of duskclan
— "a lanky, scruffy seal and white point with blue eyes."
— single ; mentoring privetpaw
— speech is in #858AC0
— tags | penned by mercibun, contact on discord for plots.