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Heatherpaw had grown into her new environment. She wasn't with the rest of her clan at the filth level of prisoner, she was meant to be so much more and who even bought into that StarClan lore? If SunClan actually had a God and there was a way for him to choose her then obviously he was real if he could somehow communicate to SunClan, duh. But more importantly, what really brought absolute delight glowing an almost hot copper hue into brown honey eyes was that she was above almost everyone in her clan. Including the stupid overly aggressive furball that was Fia Cendrillion, "HEY! I need you to catch three birds for me today Maggotface," Amber commanded to Fia Cendrillion with a smug grin, "I'm an initiate now, which means I'm above you until someone higher up in command tells me otherwise, so how about you go get me some breakfast."
Post by Honeystorm on Dec 15, 2018 14:59:53 GMT -5
The smoke and ash feline had been curled up in the sun off to the side of their makeshift camp. The warmer air, combined with the sun's weakened light had made her rather comfortable despite the leafbare weather surrounding them on all sides. One ember eye blinked open at the grating sound of her former clanmate's voice, the young bright brigade she-cat's gaze drifting up to the initiate with a consideration that could be compared with that of a bug in her path. It was funny, really, that Heatherpaw was so high and mighty, given that she was talking to a cat who'd almost killed her once, and had recently been promoted to a rank that heralded her as a feline not to be trifled with.
Closing her eyes, the fluffy she-cat rolled onto her back, one foreleg draped over her face. Soft laughter escaped her maw, the mocking sound sending a chill through the temperate air. "If you think your new rank has done anything but make you a pawn in someone else's game, then you're more insane than I am." A frigid smile curled it's way across her maw as she let her paws drop to her stomach.
"Whatever freedom or superiority you think you gained from from joining SunClan, you've lost by chaining yourself permanently to their ranks. Tell me, Heatherpaw, what will you do when you fail their initiation?"
"Fail? Like I'd fail and so what if I did, I'd just go back home. The only reason you'd get off so easy is if somehow DayClan got back up on their miserable paws because of course your grandma would give you the bigger ranks. I bet you were the one that made my sister disappear, she found poison not too long before her disappearance, someone was trying to kill her and I bet you murdered her," Amber's gaze toughened on Fia Cendrillion before she placed a paw over her muzzle in a light giggle, before outright laughing, "And if you did thank-you so much because she was so damn annoying!"
Post by Honeystorm on Dec 15, 2018 22:59:18 GMT -5
"What home? You have no home in DayClan anymore." Fia Cendrillon's eyes opened once more to look at Heatherpaw with a deadpan expression. The she-cat was downright delusional if she really thought that she'd be allowed back. Sure, Glowstar might allow it, but Fia wouldn't. Now, the newly promoted she-cat wasn't exactly a saint herself, but Amber had annoyed her just a touch too much for Fia to be willing to deal with her anymore. "And sorry, can't claim that kill. Her innards would've been splayed everywhere in camp if I'd done it. Subtlety isn't exactly my thing."
"Hmm heheheh, that's funny, I guess we both have that in common. No subtly or filter. Now get me those birds slave, I want them fresh and untampered with and before I go take a nap so try to make it snappy, okay maggotface?" Amber purred looking at her perfectly manicured clear claws.
