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She was the right choice, wasn't she? She was strong, and smart, and strict, and, not to brag or anything, powerful. Doestar, on the other hand, was a little . . . different. More, how should she put it, cowardly? Forgiving? To her, he just didn't have much good qualities for a leader. Sure, he was a good guy and all, but what was Ravenstar thinking appointing him deputy? He couldn't even handle his own affairs, how was he suppose to handle SummerClan's?
And now, they were without a deputy. They had been for much longer than they should have. Padding away from the prey-pile after a nice breakfast, she walked into Doestar's den as if he owned the place. The stench of dried flowers infiltrated her nostrils, making her gag slightly from the overwhelming smell. She coughed, mostly to gather his attention.
"Doestar, lovely to see you." She started, the familiar cold tone creeping into her voice. It wasn't much unwelcoming, per say, just more, authoritarian. "Care for a walk?"
Doestar glanced over his shoulder from where he'd been redecorating his den with the flowers he'd been drying outside in the sunshine for the last few days. It was the first change in season since becoming leader, and he wanted his den to reflect that - more autumn leaves and warm-coloured flowers. His daughters, thankfully, were out wreaking havoc somewhere else and he was enjoying the peace and quiet, as guilty as that made him feel. "Yes, uh," he gave her a big, puzzled smile, brow creasing, "lovely... to see you too, Basilshade." There was only one cat that freaked him out more than her, and that was Tuskblood. Really, though, maybe it should be the other way 'round; at least he knew Tuskblood had a soft side.
"A walk would be nice." Please, no, oh, my God, I don't want to be alone with her, no, no, no. "Any... particular reason? I didn't know we were friends." Because Doestar was oblivious, allow me, as the narrator, to assure you that he meant nothing hurtful by this - it was said in a genuinely, sweetly confused tone of voice, as sweet and confused was his almost constant state of being. Now, back to the story.
Her purr carried no joy to it, a meaningless sound, really. “I thought it would be nice, plus, I have something we need to discuss.” She jerked her head as she turned, as if ordering him along. Most wouldn’t dare order their leader around, but, to be frank, Basilshade didn’t care. Doestar was a pushover, now in his weakest state after the death of his sons. But he really should get himself together, he was a cat others looked to for guidance, after all.
She flicked her tail-tip rather impatiently, but did not voice her annoyances. Oh, sure Doestar, take all the time in the world. It wasn’t as if this was an important issue that needed to be addressed or anything.
