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[Mintshade]

Finally.
It is all she can really think now that the last of the rats had been chased out, she knew loyalties had been wavering for some time and in silence she had smoldered and seethed, watching it all unfold. Things were much simpler back in the marsh colony where cats knew to mind themselves and not argue those deemed more superior; strength was looked upon in the highest regard and weaklings like those pine forest kittypets were left to flounder and die. It was how life worked, it was how it always should work. The strong overcome, the weak perish, the strong build more strength in numbers, their kits are raised with proper values, the thin blood of bleedingheart souls is filtered out entirely to leave nothing but a collective of only the most hardy cats, destined to survive. She was optimistic that the last of the bad blood had been bled out and if not then she would tire of being lenient and finish the job herself. Mintshade gave a chuckle to herself, lounging by the warrior's den and cleaning her paws as she rested for a moment upon her return from hunting; no rabbit but a nice mole had been deposited on the pile and she got a tickle out of biting its neck in front of that one tunneler who irritated her. If only more cats were named after prey so that she could express her feelings towards them with a well-placed bite on their namesake.
Speaking of prey...her acid green gaze drifted listlessly to the nursery, wondering how her sister's new brats were fairing. She'd seen them mostly in passing and at a distance, not too fond of kits really but happy to welcome them into the world all the same. Spotted a little black one scampering along somewhere, arbritrarily decided that was her favorite. She wasn't supposed to pick favorites but Mintshade decided a little gentle bullying would help shape them up proper. Spare them from being pathetic little fools like the ingrates they had chased off. It was terribly unfortunate that everytime some holier than thou idiot got it into their head to offer her sister sass and rebellion she was never in camp. She'd been hunting when Emberfang was cast out, she'd been on patrol elsewhere when the SkyClan raid had returned, she had slept through the entirety of Dandelionwish's stint. UGH! Her luck was the worst, she just wanted to claw and punish a cat for acting out and most the easy targets were gone. Absolute shame.
"Oh, what I would not do for a little uprising. Ooh, yes, someone should start another coup! Yes, feel free to do it in front of me I will just watch! Yes-yes!" A black paw raised, stifled her furious giggling and she pushed it more over her maw to hide her mouth as she mumbled out a, "Sootstar sucks!", before rising to stand as if in surprise by the words; as if she had not said them with a muffled and forced shift in tone to feign otherwise.
"Whooooo said it? Who wants a thrashing?" Wiry black form moved forward with a partial stumble, tail lashing and long neck tilting to crane down at the first cat she saw, "Was it you?"
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[Spiderbloom]

Was it she??? No! But Mintshade looked like fun. She seemed less of a stick in the mud than Sootstar, not that she JUDGED Sootstar for it, but still. She perked an eyebrow at the antics before her. Had anyone else done it, she might worry for their safety. But since it was Sootstars own sister....

"Who, me...? Why, I would never! You've got the wrong cat..." She said, feigning offense with a paw on her chest.

"Who might our insurrectionist be?" She asked, looking around for a new victim to pin it on.

She didn't usually mingle or try to have fun. What was the point? Life was a dark cloud constantly raining down on her. But....

Perhaps sometimes she could let herself have just a little tomfoolery.
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[Bluepool]

Like her sister, Bluepool finds that her tongue craves the taste of iron, her claws itch to dig themselves into a traitors pelt. She is sad that she had missed out on all the fun that day, probably out on some border patrol or hunting when all the excitement had happened. Dandelionwish’s betrayal could have been seen from a mouse-length away, if the silver tabby she cat was being honest. Like mentor like apprentice after all. Honeytwist never should have been allowed access to someone so young, so pliable. Oh well. Lesson learned. Bluepool would make sure herself that history would not repeat itself. Vulturemask already was turning out to be a better medicine cat, from the looks of it. Who knew that having an adult in charge instead of an over glorified kit would actually turn out to their advantage. Take notes, ShadowClan.

Her pale yellow eyes watches her sister from where she lays in the camp, pausing in her grooming where she licks one paw and runs it over her ear to listen to what the she cat has to say. It immediately makes her raise a paw to her mouth to stifle a laugh.

She pushes herself to her feet and makes her way over."Whoever it was better watch out I heard WindClans warriors got a mean bite!" she chides back to Spiderbloom. "I know it was not my own dear sister who has spoken such heinous words! It couldn’t be! Say it’s not so!" the drama was fun to play into, admittedly.

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[SNAKEHISS]

❪ TAGS ❫ — The recent events transpiring within WindClan did absolute wonders for an impressionable youth like Snakepaw, his brain moldable like wet clay and easily shaped by the influences surrounding him. The gall that those foxhearts possessed, slandering Sootstar and challenging her in front of the entire clan! The way that his own clanmates were sicced on them like dogs to prey only solidified his loyalty to WindClan and Sootstar.

"Sootstar sucks!" Black ears swivel to attention and his head follows, pupils narrowing at the blatant comment made by an unknown perpetrator. Pairs of eyes dart amongst camp, trying to figure out who uttered such disrespectful words.

His gaze flits to both Bluepool and Mintshade; sisters of Sootstar herself, were they not? They were not StarClan's chosen ones, they were not the feared she-cats that made teeth chatter and paws tremble, but they were close enough as far as Snakepaw was concerned. A good impression on them likely meant a good impression for the leader as well, so he is quick to chime in, "Who dares? Especially after we chased out those traitors?" Looking ever so fierce, emerald eyes glistening with the sharpness of an ice fragment, and tail held high looking ready to chew out whoever fessed up.​

 

[HOUNDTHISTLE]

"BECAUSE COWBOY DAN'S A MAJOR PLAYER IN THE COWBOY SCENE"​

Amused as ever, Houndthistle watches this little show from where he was sunning himself currently in camp, half-lidded amber eyes watching the two sisters of Sootstar, Spiderbloom, and Snakepaw look for an assumed offender that hissed out naysay. His stubby tail thumped once, twice, thrice against the ground as a smile pulled at his lips before he laid back down. The two sisters of the Moor Queen were absolutely an interesting duo to say the least, though their more... rash and abrasive attitudes led Houndthistle to just observe, keenly aware of their presence, amused by their antics, but ultimately, uninteractive with them aside from polite conversation on patrols or a simple greeting when passing by them in camp. Still, perhaps today could be different.

"Might a' been the mere ghost of all our enemies," He mused from his corner, rolling on his back to show that greyish white belly to the sky and soak up what warmth he could as the chill of the shadow beneath him and the ground itself sapped up whatever heat he could gain. Perpetually the perfect temperature and, if not for the racket, he may have taken a nap. Oh well, it is fun to listen.
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