- Feb 21, 2024
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" Of course, everyone's all aflutter about WindClan's behavior . . . " she wisely chooses to neglect mention of their own Clan's transgressions at the last Gathering as she drones on. The new one is in a mere smattering of moonrises, and yet, Mockingbirdcry is still finding new ways to talk over the last . . . or new cats to subject to her thoughts, rather. @BATCHASER had made the fatal mistake of inquiring into her thoughts on the matter, doubled it in doing so at a time when the usual suspects have tired of her ramblings; as such, he's incurred the full force of the queen's political curiosities.
" But my question is . . . " here, unknowing of the warrior's disinterest, she sweeps one white paw in a wide swathe of mud for emphasis. " . . . what's going on with the two Clans not caught up in this mess? " Lilac - tinted eyebrows quirk together in curiosity, a rare show of expressiveness for a face usually so carefully controlled. " I mean, they apparently made no effort to continue the Gathering or make their own announcements. It makes one wonder if something's not going on . . . " she trails off curiously, head tilting with a flutter of cottony white. " They could be hiding something. "
" Or maybe they've just got nothing of note to share, it's anyone's guess . . . but isn't SkyClan's deputy a little young? " Mockingbirdcry ponders this, dual - hued tail sweeping through the mud in its constant collection of leaves and muck. " If I'm remembering right . . . " She knows she is, but the trite little addition is for the sake of humility—Mockingbirdcry keeps painstaking track of the Gathering announcements by proxy and remembers them well, even those of well over a full turn of the seasons ago. " . . . She might even be the leader's daughter. Wonder if that's got anything to do with it? "
There's an almost mischievous gleam in brown eyes, but her overtaxed voice begs her to stop with increasing registers of hoarseness, and so she takes a pause. Chestnut gaze refocuses on her listener from some distant point of unseen concepts, crinkling in polite amusement at the sight before her: Batchaser is fast asleep, and likely has been since the first words left white jaws. It's a little disrespectful, honestly, and though she files that away for later, it's also rather comical. " I'm an entertaining speaker, I see, " she remarks dryly to the nearest passerby. " I've clearly captivated him. "
" But my question is . . . " here, unknowing of the warrior's disinterest, she sweeps one white paw in a wide swathe of mud for emphasis. " . . . what's going on with the two Clans not caught up in this mess? " Lilac - tinted eyebrows quirk together in curiosity, a rare show of expressiveness for a face usually so carefully controlled. " I mean, they apparently made no effort to continue the Gathering or make their own announcements. It makes one wonder if something's not going on . . . " she trails off curiously, head tilting with a flutter of cottony white. " They could be hiding something. "
" Or maybe they've just got nothing of note to share, it's anyone's guess . . . but isn't SkyClan's deputy a little young? " Mockingbirdcry ponders this, dual - hued tail sweeping through the mud in its constant collection of leaves and muck. " If I'm remembering right . . . " She knows she is, but the trite little addition is for the sake of humility—Mockingbirdcry keeps painstaking track of the Gathering announcements by proxy and remembers them well, even those of well over a full turn of the seasons ago. " . . . She might even be the leader's daughter. Wonder if that's got anything to do with it? "
There's an almost mischievous gleam in brown eyes, but her overtaxed voice begs her to stop with increasing registers of hoarseness, and so she takes a pause. Chestnut gaze refocuses on her listener from some distant point of unseen concepts, crinkling in polite amusement at the sight before her: Batchaser is fast asleep, and likely has been since the first words left white jaws. It's a little disrespectful, honestly, and though she files that away for later, it's also rather comical. " I'm an entertaining speaker, I see, " she remarks dryly to the nearest passerby. " I've clearly captivated him. "
