private THERE IS A HOUSE IN NEW ORLEANS — cherryblossom

"Let's check ThunderClan's border first. Who knows what stunt those fleapelts will pull next." Slate utters to the younger she-cat beside him as they walk purposefully out of SkyClan's camp. Embarking on solo missions was rare these days, especially with bloodthirsty foxes and rogues lurking about. Even the headstrong, independence-cherishing lead warrior knew that it was foolish to travel to the borders alone... at least while the beasts were still at large.

Slate hadn't the opportunity to interact with Cherryblossom one-on-one lately, not like he used to nearly every day when he was training her. It was not his duty to serve as her deputyship mentor; he figured it would be better for the calico to learn on the job as opposed to being told what to do and how to do it. She always learned better that way anyhow; Cherryblossom never had much of a penchant for listening ( at least to him ).

The controversy surrounding his former apprentice's unexpected and sudden promotion had seemed to die down to a kindling; after all, the clan had to go about their lives whether they agreed with Orangestar's decision or not. Had the inexperienced deputy learned anything of value thus far? Was there hope for her ( and the clan ) yet? "So, deputy," The longhaired Maine Coon hums as they walk, "How've you taken to your duties?" Slate would not be surprised in the least if Cherryblossom found everything overwhelming, even if she did not wish to admit it outright. She had only been a full warrior for a short time before being asked to step up to the position of second-in-command. None of the lead warriors ( aside from Twitchbolt ) knew the pressures and expectations of being the leader's hand, so for Cherryblossom to try and acclimate within a moon's time... surely it did not come as easy. At the very least, SkyClan hadn't gone to shit yet. It was still standing, if only because of Orangestar's unwavering guidance and steadfast leadership. Slate didn't even want to think of a reality where Cherryblossom, at this place in time, would have to take over for her mother. Hopefully Orangestar would keep herself from sacrificing her lives quicker than the rate at which Cherryblossom would mature.
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  • ooc. @Cherryblossom
  • SLATE —— lead warrior of skyclan , mentoring coffeepaw ✦ penned by beatles
    cismale / he/him pronouns / 39 moons & ages every 1st
    single / bisexual & monogamous / closed to romance
    peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
    —— hard combat difficulty & weak to agile, quick fighters / will start fights, will kill if necessary

    "speech", thoughts, all opinions are ic
    biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
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    a scarred longhaired maine coon with amber eyes. a large, 20lb tom with thick locks of fur. his chest and underbelly is ruddy from sun exposure. notable scars decorate his face and his ears are both torn with one being folded over.