09-11-2018, 05:38 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 450px;font-size: 10pt;text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"]She stepped back when Aloestar came over, nearly scoffing when the leader told her not to interfere. As if she would. She knew her place and knew it well, even if her pride was pained at the thought of having someone younger than her. Though her pride may whine, Fernheart was not the sort to give in to such simple emotions. Instead, she eyed the dilute calico with careful green eyes, watching the situation unfold before her while standing behind Aloestar, a tall, stone figure that any cat would be smart to be wary of. She did so enjoy being intimidating.
She listened closely to the exchanged words between the kit and the leader, pondering the little tom's words. She almost laughed gently when he claimed he was fierce however she kept her features blank of any emotion and only vividly showing her judgment of the little one. Still, it was interesting to hear about what the kittypets thought about the Clans. Interesting indeed. Perhaps, if the stories continued to flourish, they might have others trying to join their ranks. As long as they were kits, they were fine. They could be molded into good warriors. Sure, their blood was that of soft, twoleg-fed cats, but blood did not determine the cat. Fernheart knew that well. Plus, it didn't hurt to have fresh blood among their ranks to diversify them.
As she pondered the kit's arrival into ThunderClan, he shimmied off his collar. She hooked her paw through it, frowning at the texture of the material that made it and at the little jingle of the bells. Picking it up, the deputy took the collar and quickly traveled to the edge of Twolegplace. She frowned at the smell, then tossing the collar through the fence. Smirking, she caught the eye of a stray cat in an alley and shot them a sharp glare. Turning on her heel, she quickly trotted back to her leader and the little former kittypet. Let the kittypets talk of the fate of the kit that left to join the forest cats.
oof this is bad
She listened closely to the exchanged words between the kit and the leader, pondering the little tom's words. She almost laughed gently when he claimed he was fierce however she kept her features blank of any emotion and only vividly showing her judgment of the little one. Still, it was interesting to hear about what the kittypets thought about the Clans. Interesting indeed. Perhaps, if the stories continued to flourish, they might have others trying to join their ranks. As long as they were kits, they were fine. They could be molded into good warriors. Sure, their blood was that of soft, twoleg-fed cats, but blood did not determine the cat. Fernheart knew that well. Plus, it didn't hurt to have fresh blood among their ranks to diversify them.
As she pondered the kit's arrival into ThunderClan, he shimmied off his collar. She hooked her paw through it, frowning at the texture of the material that made it and at the little jingle of the bells. Picking it up, the deputy took the collar and quickly traveled to the edge of Twolegplace. She frowned at the smell, then tossing the collar through the fence. Smirking, she caught the eye of a stray cat in an alley and shot them a sharp glare. Turning on her heel, she quickly trotted back to her leader and the little former kittypet. Let the kittypets talk of the fate of the kit that left to join the forest cats.
oof this is bad
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