Post by Alchemist Kitsune on Jun 24, 2024 16:32:20 GMT -5
Grayflame
EmberClan
Deputy - 35 Moons
Massive, long haired silver tabby tom with tufted ears and golden green eyes.
Deputy - 35 Moons
Massive, long haired silver tabby tom with tufted ears and golden green eyes.
Singestar's attempt to bark out a response left the deputy unimpressed, the cough that escaped her further proving his point. And yet he remained quiet. There was no use in further challenging the tortoiseshell. She had made up her mind, and sensibility was not a word he attributed to her on a good day. Besides, Grayflame had spoken his mind by now. There was no point in bickering and making them look even weaker in the eyes of ShoalClan.
Following after the smaller framed feline, the silver tabby rolled his shoulders before standing with his head high, eyes adopting the usual frown EmberClan warriors were used to seeing upon his brow. Showing obvious signs of concern was not the tom's style, nor would he pamper the leader as she followed through her ill advised tantrum. A part of him understood her need to be present. Last the two clans had met the conditions had been less than favorable for their clan. It was important to show a strong front. To let the coral lickers know that EmberClan was at full strength.
It just so happened that she was in no position to display such strength right now. He supposed there was some merit to it. Some different spin that could be woven into this narrative. Yes, the EmberClan leader is ill. But if that is her at her lowest, if she can somehow make it to the gathering and stand eye to eye with the enemy, then surely nobody would doubt the magnificence of her strength on a healthier moon?
A passing side glance at the gathering cats as he followed let him know this would not be the case, and he felt his lip curl upwards in a snarl of frustration. The clan would be hard pressed to bring back their image to that of an imposing foe after this if Singestar did not play her part right. A matter that seemed to become more difficult the longer Grayflame looked at the torbie, their eyes meeting once more as she wheezed through another instruction. This one easy enough to follow. With what he had seen so far, he would have been hard pressed to leave her side. At least this way it could be excused that he acted on her wishes only and not due to some intangible, senseless bond.
"On your command."
Retaining a respectable distance from the leaders while making certain he kept to his word - a difficult balance to obtain, not wishing to seem as if he were a queen caring for an unruly kit - the massive tom allowed himself to look through the cats gathered, realizing he was failing to find the aforementioned Crowsong. Had StarClan sent a blessing their way and taken care of at least one among the spiteful clan's ranks? Eyes narrowed, Grayflame turned his attention instead towards the patched ShoalClan leader, his eyes trailing, focus shifting to the feline physically closest to Fallowstar besides his own leader now. A dark cat stood where he assumed Crowsong would have taken his perch, leaving little doubt as to the former deputy's replacement. If the muscular warrior had been more inclined to care about his enemies, he would have wondered what had been his fate. Dead? Demoted? Exiled?
As it stood, however, he wondered only in how this would affect his own clan. If the tabby's current situation failed to trouble EmberClan, he saw little reason to ponder upon it. It changed his stance towards the feline none. If he ever saw the tom within EmberClan lands, he would die. Simple as that.
wren [Singestar]
Following after the smaller framed feline, the silver tabby rolled his shoulders before standing with his head high, eyes adopting the usual frown EmberClan warriors were used to seeing upon his brow. Showing obvious signs of concern was not the tom's style, nor would he pamper the leader as she followed through her ill advised tantrum. A part of him understood her need to be present. Last the two clans had met the conditions had been less than favorable for their clan. It was important to show a strong front. To let the coral lickers know that EmberClan was at full strength.
It just so happened that she was in no position to display such strength right now. He supposed there was some merit to it. Some different spin that could be woven into this narrative. Yes, the EmberClan leader is ill. But if that is her at her lowest, if she can somehow make it to the gathering and stand eye to eye with the enemy, then surely nobody would doubt the magnificence of her strength on a healthier moon?
A passing side glance at the gathering cats as he followed let him know this would not be the case, and he felt his lip curl upwards in a snarl of frustration. The clan would be hard pressed to bring back their image to that of an imposing foe after this if Singestar did not play her part right. A matter that seemed to become more difficult the longer Grayflame looked at the torbie, their eyes meeting once more as she wheezed through another instruction. This one easy enough to follow. With what he had seen so far, he would have been hard pressed to leave her side. At least this way it could be excused that he acted on her wishes only and not due to some intangible, senseless bond.
"On your command."
Retaining a respectable distance from the leaders while making certain he kept to his word - a difficult balance to obtain, not wishing to seem as if he were a queen caring for an unruly kit - the massive tom allowed himself to look through the cats gathered, realizing he was failing to find the aforementioned Crowsong. Had StarClan sent a blessing their way and taken care of at least one among the spiteful clan's ranks? Eyes narrowed, Grayflame turned his attention instead towards the patched ShoalClan leader, his eyes trailing, focus shifting to the feline physically closest to Fallowstar besides his own leader now. A dark cat stood where he assumed Crowsong would have taken his perch, leaving little doubt as to the former deputy's replacement. If the muscular warrior had been more inclined to care about his enemies, he would have wondered what had been his fate. Dead? Demoted? Exiled?
As it stood, however, he wondered only in how this would affect his own clan. If the tabby's current situation failed to trouble EmberClan, he saw little reason to ponder upon it. It changed his stance towards the feline none. If he ever saw the tom within EmberClan lands, he would die. Simple as that.
wren [Singestar]
