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There have only been a few times in Thriftfeather's life where he had commanded something of someone—his voice small and wavering as a warrior still wet behind the ears, or more recently when frustration and exhaustion had made passing responsibility onto another the easier option. Only Rumblerain stands over Thriftfeather now—presumably the authority Thriftfeather holds is limited only by Rumblerain. Choice is not a new thing to Thriftfeather but permission for it is.
It is a need to know exactly what he is and is not capable of that leads him to Privetpaw. Even before Granitepelt's death, Thriftfeather held rank over him. This should be a predictable first experiment—a safe place to start.
"Come along," Standing before Privetpaw now, his moor-roughened pads against the well-trodden dust of camp, Thriftfeather has lost his previous certainty, "There's a—I found a beehive nearby. I need you to help me with the honey."
@PRIVETPAW
It is a need to know exactly what he is and is not capable of that leads him to Privetpaw. Even before Granitepelt's death, Thriftfeather held rank over him. This should be a predictable first experiment—a safe place to start.
"Come along," Standing before Privetpaw now, his moor-roughened pads against the well-trodden dust of camp, Thriftfeather has lost his previous certainty, "There's a—I found a beehive nearby. I need you to help me with the honey."
@PRIVETPAW
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