February Gathering

[Purely_K2]

[As Riverclan are leaving]
Fogmask padded away from his most recent conversation, following the rest of Riverclan. As he approached the group, he noticed Salamanderpaw walking alone in the group, so he went up to them. "I know you didn't like it," he started once he came to Salamanderpaw's side and matched their pace, "but I'm glad that you tried talking to Quietmouth. It's a good thing to learn how to talk to deaf cats, as well as converse with those outside your own clan." He waited for Salamanderpaw's response, curious what they would say.


@nyme

[dino.]

How aggressive. Grottopaw's ears turned backwards at Rainpaw's open hostility. He was only curious! You couldn't just walk around like that and expect cats not to have questions. Twilightstar's daughter or not, he decided then and there that Rainpaw was not worth his time, and lifted his chin. "Grottopaw," he said primly. "Dawnstar's son." 'Better than you' was left unsaid, though he was certain it didn't need to be verbalized in the first place.

Before he could prod Coldpaw more about her eyes - or lack thereof, he supposed - he caught the look Mother sent his way, and he frowned back at her. He was only gathering information (apparently Rainpaw was mentored by someone named Leechscar, and Twilightstar had multiple children, so there were targets of interest if ever the need for them arose), but perhaps he was being too friendly.

Grottopaw closed his mouth as Mother went through ShadowClan's news, before tipping his head back to the WindClan duo and saying flatly, "Mother has already said everything you need to know."

RiverClan was leaving, and as Grottopaw stood and stretched in preparation of Mother's call, his curiosity overwhelmed his usual instinct to obey. He tipped his head at Coldpaw again. "If I stuck mouse eyes on your face, do you think they would work?"

[ @Rani @Estelle ]

[nyme]

WE'LL BUILD A FIRE IN YOUR EYES

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SALAMANDERPAW . 11 MOONS . SHE/HER . RIVERCLAN

Salamanderpaw falls in next to Fogmask with a bright, hungry look—no doubt expecting the good job, Salamanderpaw! that she feels owed. He doesn't give her one yet, but almost, with that I'm glad bit. Salamanderpaw's thick white tail whips behind her as she files out alongside the warrior.

"I don't care that he was deaf." She mews curtly. "It's that he was Shadowclan." And even then, it's not that she really cares about Shadowclanners in particular, but anyone who isn't a Riverclanner? Those cats can choke.

"But now I know who to ambush someday, at least!" She chirps happily, looking at Fogmask with a brilliant, toothy grin before her patience runs out entirely and she presses, "I did a good job, right?"

@Purely_K2 ; FOGMASK