- Feb 23, 2023
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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?"