October Gathering

[Mica]

High Rank Announcement [#hrannouncement]

Mistlewhisker
ShadowClan Deputy
she/her | 45 moons
[Large black cat with a half white muzzle and a pale green eye]
Purrks: Killer Aptitude T3, Shadow Fiend, Mind Reader
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Chariot ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[Rookfire - @alec ] [Spiderthroat - @Starfall ] [Owltalon - @Marigoldwhisper ] [Crowtooth - @Rani ] [Twilightstar - @Moonraven ] [Lightningstorm - @Alchemist Kitsune ] [Rabbitpaw - @Dolomedes ]
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Voices from the medicine cats' perch caught Mistlewhisker's attention, and the Deputy cast her one-eyed gaze over to the herbalists, both intruiged and annoyed at their commotion. It seemed the new RiverClan medicine cat apprentice was nothing short of a bumbling cry-baby, which she supposed was par for the course in RiverClan. Mistlewhisker could not think of a medicine cat that hadn't been a dud in seasons. At least Tansypaw had the audacity to stand up for herself before up and disappearing. Mistlewhisker was content to ignore the bickering and focus on the tensions between the Deputies, but it seemed that she wasn't quite done with it yet.

Okay, that was enough. Lightningstorm and Rabbitpaw joining them on the Deputy's perch indicated that they had had quite enough of the herbalists below. Mistlewhisker's tail lashed away from her paws in barely concealed warning. "Rookfire. Enough. You are a ShadowClan high rank. Act like it." Her words held a silent meaning. He was a ShadowClan high rank, not a RiverClan one. He shouldn't stoop to their level. But stars, why did he feel the need to antagonize everyone? She almost preferred when he wasn't a medicine cat. Mistlewhisker had found him more and more distasteful ever since the promotion. To make jabs and mocking remarks and then ask to be left alone? The ShadowClan Deputy's tail tapped irritably on the ground. How unprofessional. She had expected better. Though, if this new RiverClan medicine cat apprentice was close to Rookfire once, she could see why Rookfire left. Get a grip, child. acting like this during your first Gathering as a high rank was unbecoming. Mistlewhisker certainly wasn't going to defend someone who couldn't handle her own emotions. She just hoped Rookfire understood that.

Spiderthroat's remark took her attention away from scolding the medicine cat apprentice, his huff earning a raised brow of amusement. As much as Mistlewhisker would have been inclined to agree, something about Stormstar made her think that maybe RiverClan had a stable leadership for once. Hardly a stable leader, but a clan could thrive even with a leader that was not all there. Stable leadership under an unstable leader was possible. "How are your kits, Spiderthroat?" Mistlewhisker asked, both as a lighthearted jab and as a genuine question. "They seemed very enthusiastic."

Lightningstorm's words came back to her, and Mistlewhisker dipped her head to the calico and her apprentice. "Welcome. It seems we shall be the warmest of the night." Even from her spot a respectful distance away from the four WindClan high ranks, their combined body heat could still reach her. This Gathering was already making her head spin with everything that was going on. Perhaps she had not been sleeping enough, recently. She had a brief thought to grab Dawnstar or Hawkbite for a nap when they returned to camp.