Respect. That was what he held for Owlthroat. Always had, of course, but seeing him fight, watching every decision - watching the blood spray from his mouth, it only deepened. It was nice to know he hadn't gone soft. The appearance of a mate and kits had left him a tiny bit worried. He couldn't say the same for the younger warrior. Claws still dug deep into the ground as he sat and observed, though his anger was gradually dying down to a tolerable level.
Ha. A nose touch? That showed the maturity difference between himself and Owlthroat, he supposed. Newtbelly knew if that was him he would've simply fled into the territory. The myriad of faces, of judgement, he couldn't face it. But, then again, Owlthroat could stand his own ground. The same couldn't be said for himself. Was he strong? Sure. Experienced? No. Ugh. Enough about him. His tail batted the ground in irritation as he dwelled on his insecurities. How he would've loved to see that tom torn to shreds. Alas, he knew it was immature. He must have a reason for challenging Owlthroat. Something had to have happened. Something to do with that scratch across his nose. Anything.
Now came the time to speak. He couldn't say nothing. But he couldn't display too much of this emotion, lest he embarrass himself (and everyone else). Flytail was... Well, Flytail was being very Flytail. It looked like a clear draw to Newtbelly - though he wished it hadn't been. Tuftedtusk made his opinion known, of course. Despite how much Newtbelly hated all that sappy stuff, he had to admit the two enforcers looked pretty cool together. Perhaps the point of having a mate was not to 'look cool' together, but that's the only appeal Newtbelly could see in it. He was glad Owlthroat hadn't gone for some shrimpy loser cat.
Anyway. Yes, his opinion. He still disliked having too much attention when speaking (when he was showing off, well, that was a different story). But this was important. "Owlthroat," he began through gritted teeth, though any upset in his tone was muted. When he continued to talk, his jaw unclenched, teeth no longer gritted as a result of him trying his hardest to hide any feelings of anger. "Is constantly proving himself worthy. There is no need to demote a perfectly good enforcer." An eye darted to Rookfire as he said that. He supposed that had happened to him, hadn't it? Omen or no omen, he was also a perfectly good enforcer, just unfortunate with this whole medicine cat thing. It reminded Newtbelly just how much he wanted to stay away from herbs and medicine - he'd already shown Sleepysunrise his incompetency in that area - and definitely far far away from that wishy washy Starclan stuff. Irrelevent, though. He couldn't stand to work with him after this. Despite how unbothered Owlthroat seemed, Newtbelly couldn't bring himself to respect anyone who challenged a more seasoned warrior. It had been the same with Foggymask, though it was exemplified when the warrior in question was Owlthroat. Perhaps he'd get over it with time. But that didn't feel likely at the moment.
The urge to jump in and swap his own rank for the older tom's was strong. But he doubted Hawkbite would allow something like that. And what would Owlthroat think of him for stepping down, for devaluing himself? If Owlthroat wasn't proud of him, who the hell was there?
Even more vicious than Briarsplash had anticipated—and full of all the thrills she would've expected from two gritty warriors—the Enforcer had been rather stunned into silence or the occasional grunt of acknowledgement as she'd watched claws shred and teeth pierce. The matchings scores down the flanks and the mule kick to the jaw had made her wince in secondpaw pain for Rookfire, but her respect for the former medic had increased when she'd seen him recover from that. Overall... a good, respectable fight. And almost as exciting to watch as her own first battle. It was refreshing to see not one cat completely dominating the other, as well as no dirty moves.
It was at the end that she was surprised to see both still standing, and even offering gestures of camaraderie. Her perception of Owlthroat had always been a little more aloof than that, so it was interesting to see he and Rookfire—both able to be cold and calculating in their own ways—reach a point of touching noses and bumping shoulders. She supposed that's what you'd get when you earned proper respect from a fellow warrior; and in ShadowClan, most often that respect was found on the battlefield.
Her mind was spinning with a few things, as usual; though Briarsplash was a cat of relatively fewer words (she didn't like hearing her voice all that much), her brain was an opposite on the subject. And here, the mess continued.
Now the battle was a draw, and that left the skills they'd displayed here speaking for them — but it did not answer the question: who wins?
Owlthroat. On the one paw, a formidable and reliable warrior; perhaps a bit brash and overly confident, as per his incident with his former 'paw (and who was she to talk?), but certainly not someone she'd want to lose among their Enforcer ranks. He had watched her back during the rat and snake extermination event, and had helped run some events with her to train the apprentices. He cared about the wellbeing of his Clan, and was a talented, ruthless cat in battle. A valuable ally, and someone whom she'd be glad to follow alongside in battle any day.
Rookfire. Much more complicated, but he had pointers. Even as a former fish, the warrior had quickly risen up the ranks of their Clan as both Enforcer and medicine cat. He'd done just fine as an Enforcer, and had been a skilled enough medic, although his time had been awfully short there. Still, Rookfire had been quiet and reliable, usually minding his own business and getting done what needed to be. Briarsplash appreciated that. Besides, he'd helped her run some events as well to help the Clan, and... had saved her life following that extermination event. She'd been bleeding out from a particularly nasty wound, and his quick-thinking had stabilized her. He'd even brought her a squirrel from the fresh-kill pile while she'd been recovering... which he hadn't had to, just as a kind gesture. It'd surprised her.
The whole demotion thing still confused and annoyed her (she hadn't seen much use in it despite the omen), so Briarsplash leaned towards the fact that the ex-medic had gotten the short end of the stick. Still... what did all that mean for now? Were Rookfire's dutiful attempts to be on good behavior and faithfully serve his Clan enough to get him reinstated?
Hawkbite, Mistlewhisker, and Dawnstar were no doubt looking to their Enforcers for some opinions. So now, it was her turn. Hesitating, the fluffy she-cat finally cleared her throat, adding her voice to the mix.
"They both showed their resolve here," Briarsplash began, her voice a raspy yet soft huff. She tried to pretend that she couldn't feel sets of eyes boring into her pelt, namely three of them whose opinion she cared about the most. "Owlthroat's been a good 'n strong Enforcer, 'n like Newtbelly said, I don't see much good in demoting him for the incident. He's served us well, 'n that fight's showed us how good of a fighter he is." A leader among them for that, honestly; now she wanted to get some battle tips from the tom.
Her gaze briefly flicked towards Rookfire. Not many cats spoke up in his favor, and it would feel... strange, to be among the first. But she owed it to him for what he'd done both for her and the dedication he'd shown to ShadowClan, both before and after the demotion.
"On the other paw... Rookfire's been a heck of an asset to us, all things considered. He's proved his loyalty—and his skill, not just here—quite a few times now. As much as I think Owlthroat shouldn't lose his rank, I also feel like this one's more than earned it back, from what I've seen of him lately. He works hard."
Stars, she barely ever spoke this much. But her opinion was far more complex than she would've liked, and she didn't want to be misconstrued. Briarsplash let out a huff of a sigh, glancing at the Commander, the deputy, and the leader. "I ain't one for being indecisive, but the battle here spoke for itself and for me: a draw. I'd be proud to fight alongside either of 'em as a fellow Enforcer any day." Hard words to earn from the gruff she-cat, but she meant them.
She sagged her shoulders again once she spoke her piece, ears flattened. The Enforcer, like she said, was not a fan of qualifying. But she couldn't feel honest to speak in favor of both and not give kudos where it was due; to her, they'd both earned the rank, though she knew it probably wouldn't end that pretty. So she'd leave it at that.
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The sheer fright that flooded her very being had Mushroomkit freezing up, staring with terrified wide eyes as Pinekit approached her. She had only wanted to know what was happening, she didn't want to be hurt again. The russet feline couldn't even bring herself to get away like she needed to otherwise Pinekit was going to hurt her again! Why couldn't he just leave her alone! She just wanted to be left alone but Pinekit was always hunting her down and tracking her around camp no matter where she was. She zoned out any words that were said until suddenly Adderpaw was there.
She sniffled, and managed to stumble to the apprentice's side, hiding behind her so that Pinekit wouldn't be able to see her. Mushroomkit was happy that Dovekit was napping in the nursery, the last thing she wanted was for Dovekit to hear Pinekit's words about her over and over and over again. It seems though, that Pinekit has managed to get Adderpaw and her in trouble as well, based on Bleedingpaw's words. She didn't mean to be scared, she was supposed to be a Shadowclan cat, but she couldn't help it. Mushroomkit hated feeling like she was prey in her own home but that's all she was in Pinekit's eyes. Someone to hurt, and for what? What did Mushroomkit do to Pinekit? Offer a place in her family? Offer to play a game? Existed?
The forever queen called them over, Mushroomkit managed to tear her eyes off the dark pelt of her friend to glance in the queen's direction and she managed to give a little nod. She wouldn't move until Adderpaw did though, her mind screamed to not leave Adderpaw's side while Pinekit was right there. Adderpaw would protect her, and would understand, and was kind. The russet feline brushed against Adderpaw's fur with her head, purring anxiously in attempt to calm and comfort herself.
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PINEKIT | CINDERGROWTH
male - he/him | ??? - it/they
shadowclan kit | noclan creature
real | hallucination
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- @SuspiciousMindz - @Dolomedes - @Rani - @burntToast - @Estelle - @/I'm missing someone oh well - same as Dolomedes here, uhhh yeh sorry if i missed you / added you if unnecessary - :sweats: woke up to like 6 mentions and when i saw toast's post my legs were shaky- - one last note WELL ACTUALLY TWO BUT OK- reminder pine is evil and he likes nobody but i love all of ur cats ok and also silver tongue active because y not -
Now Pinekit was outnumbered, how unfair. An apprentice who should still be a kit (they didn't deserve apprentice rank because they decided that being friends with mushroomkit was an idea), another apprentice (bloodpaw or something like that), stupid kit, even the ENFORCER COMMANDER (the deputy didn't scare him so the enforcer commander shouldn't either) for stars sake. 4 v 1... 5 if Nightsomesuffixheguessed decided to mess with him as well. He wasn't stupid enough to try to combat all of them, so just took one more look at the battle because it was prooobbably the last he was going to get when he made his comment. He looked first disgusted at the reply about family. Treating it better. Whatever Hawkbite meant they were really really silly because, "Family?! Pffft. I could never be family with THAT stupid mouse. You can like the sound of mice all you want but I'm going to ignore all of your stupid squeaking. Mouse is a dumb name like calling your kit Brokenkit, Mushroomkit or Ratkit because all of those names are stupid ones. The second one wouldn't be as bad if you didn't have to share a name with..." he looked pointedly at Mushroomkit, "that one."
He then just like realised there were a lot of cats here and um um they were all going to complain at him so he had to apologise, smiley face, it would all be fineeeeeeeeee..... yeah no.
"Sorry for telling the truth that she's crazy!" Pinekit said cheerily, smiling, "If she wasn't, we wouldn't he here now would we? She's such a liar. Keeps blaming me for her hurting my paw and then when I pushed her into some thorns she said I scratched her. But I'd never do that!"
Pinekit could swear he was actually going to be obliterated by someone within the next few seconds.
Night someone someone said he could go sit with her! What a nice way to get out of the situation and manage your anger, Pinekit! (If only this happened a lot in real real life where there were more problems for sturgeon to deal with and needed some escape like this) Apparently there was another kit called Snakekit you could tell them how stupid Mushroomkit was!! And be less annoyed! ...No?
Pinekit said no?
Pinekit does not want this opportunity...
Great job, problem causer. Let's lose you your apprentice ceremony.
(powerplay perms for anyone to hit him backwards/barrel him out of the way for some reason, and yes I know warriors can pick up kits w/o perms so do that if you want)
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“I wish I knew where to find my words so I could speak and be heard.”
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Adderpaw stepped out of the way the moment the head enforcer began to address pinekit, Hawkbite seemed quite upset at the insult used more than he was about there being an insult at all. She supposed the name ‘mouse’ meant something to him. Then he went on refer to pinekit as if he were family with mushroomkit which Adderpaw knew was incorrect– or at least she believed it to be. Mushroomkit only had her mother and her sister Dovekit. Pinekit and Mushroom weren't related? However the point still stood, no one should treat any cat like this. She was vaguely aware of the fact that Mushroomkit had taken to hiding behind her as if she believed Adderpaw was able to protect. Adderpaw wanted to feel flattered by her friend's trust in her but she only felt a deep seated disappointment for mushroomkits trust had been put into incapable paws. The younger kit was innocently unaware at how incapable Adderpaw really was at everything. Hawkbite had told them to go sit with someone named lionpaw and turned to speak to someone else and suddenly Adderpaw was reminded of how crowded it was here. Was the temperature dropping or was it just her? Bleedingpaw was suddenly talking to them in a tone that was all too similar to the one Queen’s used when scolding kits for misbehaving. Mushroomkit didn't deserve that kind of treatment! All she had done was ask the enforcer a question, she did deserve to be disrespected! She didn't get why bleedingpaw was talking to her like she was a kit- had she also done somthing wrong? She knew her words didn't sound right!! This is because she had repeated them enough times in her head or groomed her fur enough times! She wouldn't make the same mistake again. Adderpaw’s gaze immediately dropped towards her paws for she knew if she made eye contact she would see the hatred in bleedingpaw’s eyes. The older apprentice told them to go to Nightshiver. To lionpaw or Nightshiver!? Which one? Adderpaw would ask but the words died before they even reached her throat. Maybe she shouldn't have gotten out her nest this morning, she hadn't groomed her fur enough times- she need a new hill to sit on, the birds didn't sing quite as early as they usually did, she hadn’t repeated the words enough, she forgot to say sorry last night, count to three, she needed to breath, paws to heavy, it's getting colder–
The sudden contact of some brushing against the braided tabby's fur pulled her from getting lost in her spiralling thoughts. Her surroundings focused again and mushroomkit’s presence grounded her once more. The russet shekit seemed to unintentionally have that effect on Adderpaw, and the apprentice appreciated it more than she would ever be able to truly express. Just when Adderpaw had calmed down Pinekit piped up again. How dumb could a cat be, surely he must know that talking to an enforcer- HEAD enforcer like that was beyond dangerous and idiotic. The words pinekit said only fueled Adderpaw's forming hate for the kit. Adderpaw had had enough of him and his words and she was sure mushroomkit didn't want to hang around here any longer. Not staying long enough to hear the rest, Adderpaw turned to mushroomkit and nudged in the direction of Nightshiver. It was a silent indication that they were leaving. When words failed she hoped actions would speak louder, and with that she approached the queen making sure mushroomkit was following. Ofcourse she didn't want to go sit with Nightshiver- she didn't want to sit with anyone but mushroomkit. However it might be best to just stick with an adult for mushroomkit's sake. She could practically feel the eyes of other burning into her pelt. Whether it was really or not, she felt it
Shadowclan warrior - 19 moons - Large dark brown-and-white tabby she-cat with green eyes.
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It took her a moment, but Mosstangle noticed the little kit shouting and huffing and puffing. She wasn't sure what he was on about, but he seemed to be getting on the nerves of plenty of other cats around him. She may be no mind reader, but she could read the room enough to recognize that he was really only getting more aggravated.
The large tabby padded over to quickly mediate the situation. "Sounds like someone needs a break." She said before taking the black and white kit by the scruff and pulling him away from the other poor cats he was bothering. She walked over to the nursery and sat in front of it, putting the kit down. "Be quiet and watch the fight, or go back into the nursery." She told him, not unkindly but certainly sternly, as she turned to continue watching the fight.
Nightshiver
[ 64 moons | She / Her | Shc Forever Queen | Kitty Softpaws T1 ]
She greeted both kit and apprentice with gentle smiles and a small, comforting touch to their head with her tail as they joined her side, ensuring that both Adderpaw and Mushroomkit were on one side of her, and Pinekit and Snakekit neatly seated on the other. However peace did not last for long, as Pinekit couldn't seem to behave and even another warrior quickly stepped in before Nightshiver could do so much as open her mouth. Her eyes followed Mosstangle, and she stood up to intercept the warrior. "M-mosstangle! O-oh... oh, you scared me."
She laughed, a little nervous. Her eyes then lowered down to Pinekit, and she frowned, pondering what to do now. "P-pinekit, honey... You're not... being ve-very nice..., so.. So, y-yes. Go to the..the nursery with.... Mosstangle. And don't l-let me.... let me hear you... bullying anyone... again, okay? You're... you're going... to get into... real trouble... otherwise."
She frowned a little, then lifted her gaze to meet Mosstangle's eyes. The forever queen gave him an apologetic smile, then nodded, letting both the warrior and kit be off.
Turning around to sit besides Snakekit, Adderpaw, and Mushroomkit again, the queen gave them all a soft look. "S-sorry.. for... the wait. I h-hope.. you're... okay, love;"
She looked at Mushroomkit. "If... if anyone.. ever... bothers you, o-or... your sister, you can... come to... to me.. okay? I'm al-always... around the... nursery to help."
She gaze looked between the three young ones, a smile coming onto her face. "That goes... for a-all of.. you."
She would admit that Mushroomkit's vivid imagination is unlike anything she had seen before, but how harmful could an imaginary friend be if it stayed harmless? She would have to keep an eye on the young one, is all.
Her eyes soon lifted to see the fight drawing to a close, and commander speaking his words. She watched him with a small smile, eyes then drifting between both Rookfire and Owlthroat. Oh, she couldn't see why either of them had to lose in this fight! Perhaps it was her being sentimental, but she held both warriors dear to a degree, as both were stand-up and honourable clan mates in her eyes. As pious as she could be, the omen merely spoke of having been called back to the rank of a warrior - it held no ill will - so why shouldn't Rookfire be able to fulfil the omen by living up to his potential as a warrior and enforcer of the clan? He had worked hard for this position. As for Owlthroat, he had worked equally hard, and was doing such a fine job holding up his status all the while raising his little angels of children. Nightshiver was silent for a long time, but couldn't help but smile hearing Bleedingpaw and Briarsplash talk. She agreed with them, and in favour of not abandoning one or the other in this crowd filled with Owlthroat's family, perhaps just a small part of her could speak motherly stand-point for the boy who seemingly liked to be alone.
"I-I have... to agree... with Bleedingpaw a-and.. Briarsplash."
She gave each of them a little glance. "Rook..Rookfire was a f-fine... enforcer... before his.. promotion, he could... be that... again. And..and he has... worked hard to... supply ShadowClan... with h-his skills and... loyalty over... the moons."
She gave him a warm smile, before her gaze drifted to Owlthroat. "And...and Owlthroat... has been doing... such a fine... job as well, maintaining... his position... and..and helping... the clan stay... strong. It would.. b-be a... a waste to leave... either of... them out of... the en..enforcer... rank."
She felt a bit of warmth rush to her face, realising she had been speaking quite a few words out publicly now. She stuttered as she began to wrap up. "I-I just... think... they both... deserve the..the position of.. enforcer."
Said and done, the queen thought, taking a deep breath to steady her beating her heart. Oh hopefully this would turn out in both their favour, she didn't want to see either of them lose when they had both worked so hard for this.
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she had been watching, well, listening to the challenge. they both held their own, and as much as she disliked the former medic, she would be a fool to think he wasn't a capable enforcer during his time as one. she had her own piece of mind to give. "rookfire is a capable warrior, and a fairly good enforcer when he was one.
as much as i... dislike... him. he is an asset to shadowclan. we should give him a chance to be a bigger one." she still had no idea why rookfire was demoted in the first place.
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Re: Enforcer Challenge Owl v Rook [spectators welcome]
Should I start making these battles to the death? The thought popped up in the dark tabby's mind as Hawkbite called an end to the fight. The leader's golden eyes roved over the bleeding cats analytically. She gave little away as she listened to the cats speak up; she ignored those with close ties to each challenger who were obviously picking with bias or had no real reasoning behind their choice. She had no interest in who was favored; she wanted the one who'd best serve ShadowClan and to hear her clanmates' thoughts on them.
A soft hiss leaves her maw as she hears the three, Briarsplash, Bleedingpaw, and Nightshiver, speak for both of them. If it were merely battle skill, Dawnstar would have settled on Owlthroat without much hesitation. Rookfire was no slouch, but he hadn't left as much of an impression on Dawnstar. Yet, if she were weighing work ethic, Rookfire won paws down. Or at least he had during his time as an Enforcer before his promotion and demotion. She had already weighed their contributions, tossed around their history, and determined she didn't trust one more than the other. Owlthroat had potential, and Rookfire had grit.
How bothersome. Even though she saw the merit in keeping both of them as Enforcers, Dawnstar had rules, and rules were meant to be followed. She already bent them, considering she had allowed Owlthroat to fight instead of Rookfire's original choice. However, the clan had seemed to enjoy it and she highly doubted the battle would have been half as entertaining if Tuftedtusk were in Owlthroat's place. He didn't have as much to prove as his mate.
They were both pretty neutral to her regarding their flaws and strengths, and neither one had done anything to earn her ire to the point of tipping the scale more to one side. Who to choose, who to choose? The leader blinked her eyes slowly, and that short sliver of peaceful darkness, a certain she-cat, popped into her mind.
"Mudslide," She called the she-cat name with a decisive lash of her tail.
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Should I start making these battles to the death? The thought popped up in the dark tabby's mind as Hawkbite called an end to the fight. The leader's golden eyes roved over the bleeding cats analytically. She gave little away as she listened to the cats speak up; she ignored those with close ties to each challenger who were obviously picking with bias or had no real reasoning behind their choice. She had no interest in who was favored; she wanted the one who'd best serve ShadowClan and to hear her clanmates' thoughts on them.
A soft hiss leaves her maw as she hears the three, Briarsplash, Bleedingpaw, and Nightshiver, speak for both of them. If it were merely battle skill, Dawnstar would have settled on Owlthroat without much hesitation. Rookfire was no slouch, but he hadn't left as much of an impression on Dawnstar. Yet, if she were weighing work ethic, Rookfire won paws down. Or at least he had during his time as an Enforcer before his promotion and demotion. She had already weighed their contributions, tossed around their history, and determined she didn't trust one more than the other. Owlthroat had potential, and Rookfire had grit.
How bothersome. Even though she saw the merit in keeping both of them as Enforcers, Dawnstar had rules, and rules were meant to be followed. She already bent them, considering she had allowed Owlthroat to fight instead of Rookfire's original choice. However, the clan had seemed to enjoy it and she highly doubted the battle would have been half as entertaining if Tuftedtusk were in Owlthroat's place. He didn't have as much to prove as his mate.
They were both pretty neutral to her regarding their flaws and strengths, and neither one had done anything to earn her ire to the point of tipping the scale more to one side. Who to choose, who to choose? The leader blinked her eyes slowly, and that short sliver of peaceful darkness, a certain she-cat, popped into her mind.
"Mudslide," She called the she-cat name with a decisive lash of her tail.
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Mudslide
She, Her\Enforcer\23 moons\Shadowclan
"There's blood in the water. The quiet are restless, the silent are still"
The Enforcer, just then exiting the medicine den, perked at the sound of her name. Ah. Right. Opinions. Mudslide was never one to flaut or give insight to her morals, and she never would be. In this case, her words would have to be forced out of her, but not if they weren't her's.
She'd done it before, that weird speaking thing. She'd never tried to do it intentionally, but she believed now would be a good opportunity if any. Mudslide figured if she just used others voices enough, they'd soon forget about her own. Maybe they wouldn't be able to distinguish her own thoughts from others. Nocat's memory was perfect, and only she truly knew herself.
As she walked up to where the cats were gathered, she considered Roachflare. Bugs voice always calmed her down, but Roachflare didn't like talking all that much either. She never liked to hear her tone in somcatelses maw, so she wouldn't do that to him either. Fishpaw however, maybe her. She was easy-going and confident enough, able to crack stupid jokes easily. Okay, it was decided then.
Large marbled ears twitched before she spoke, hoping that she wouldn't end up whispering as she often did [Lybirds Lullaby], "I'll be honest, I only saw so much of the fight. But, the blood is apparent." It felt very odd to carry the cadence of Fishpaw of all cats. "However, feel like Owlthroat's actions should be taken into account. He lost his temper and he took it out on his apprentice. That's not what I believe Enforcer behavior should be, nor who we keep in our ranks. I don't believe Rookfire to be an angel, but at least his anger isn't projected onto others in such a way, even if he has proven to be hot headed." From what she'd heard. In her opinion, Rookfire was a chatterbox with a gun.
Anyways, Mudslide simply didn't have any respect for cats like that. Somecat could be as annoyed as Mudslide often was, but that didn't give her the right to strike anycat with the intent of hurting them. Owlthroat was a tank, clearly, so anything considered simple in normal cases could be life threatening. Even if Mudslide didn't show it, she had a strong sense of justice for whoever might've been within the minority or their youth. You could thank her terrible upbringing for that, another thing she could curse her parents over.
"Though, both have been valuable. Owlthroat has proved his strength and devotion while Rookfire is proved he's willing to try again with undying confidence to get back into the ranks for the good of his clan. Despite being demoted, he didn't stay there and wallow. Well, maybe for a bit... For those reasons, I vouch for Rookfire." She didn't mention how he was a clan hopper. So what? Mudslide was an outsider with an odd history. She technically had both Riverclan and Windclan blood in her, but nocat criticized her for that. Then again, she never told them. While she herself would much rather be a background character, fate hated her, so oh frickin well.
"Done..." She whispered, curling her tail tight around her paws. Maybe she was in the minority here, which would only make things worse for herself, but oh well. Whoever was picked, she honestly didn't really care all that much. It didn't effect her. As long as she kept her head down and worked like she was supposed to, her opinion wouldn't matter to anycat else either.
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‘The Hauntress’
Shadow Fiend: Inactive | Chill of Death: Permanently Active
[ black and white cat, blue and amber eyes. face and shoulder scarring. | she/they ]
[ #VGCHollow ]
➢ Yeah....the cats vouching for the traitor were getting on her nerve and honestly she didn't have many left. The Apprentice remains sitting and simply calls straight for...and only towards Hawkbite. Her attention only on him as he called for opinions. Their usual tone remaining in place while bits of venom peeked through the hollower parts.
"I vote the ranks remain the same. Rookfire doesn't do much now that he did before other than what? We have enough cats for the Enforcer rank. These are the Elite we're talking about here, not those who Starclan picks to be forced back into Warriors after a failed Medicine cat position. That omen....he doesn't need a place of power in my opinion, not yet at least, give it more time to settle. Owlthroat has been doing what he should, other than a few outrageous actions but I argue most of this clan has done worse, alas I digress. This was purely a battle of ego. Ranks shouldn't be earned or even lost unless one of them did something the other hasn't. I would be more open to having a better opinion of such a promotion and demotion if Rookfire had been doing things other than patrols and the basic Warrior duties."
She tried to keep her thoughts together, get her ideas in order before speaking had helped. Be fair, inside thoughts stay in.
Her head snaps to a different cat. Fishpaw. Hollowpaw's eyes scan the crowd to the direction of the noise, to Fishpaw. Her sister hadn't moved much if at all, last thing before this was her talking to Scorps about something Hollowpaw hadn't fully heard enough of to understand. A chill runs down her spine, it made them uneasy; it sounded like Fishpaw...but was it Fishpaw. There was no explaining her sudden discomfort but it just didn't feel right. The black and grey cat turns back to Hawkbite, their points still stood, even with the sudden Fishpaw interruption.
Re: Enforcer Challenge Owl v Rook [spectators welcome]
»»—— ► Fishpaw| Shc | She/Her | Apprentice ◄——««
" - When you’re going to change the world, don’t ask for permission. - "
Fishpaw stared at scorpion, that was one freaky child best not to bother them and get her fur ripped out. Fishpaw didnt feel like speaking her mind all that much; she had no concrete opinion on the two despite liking owlthroat better than rookfire, but she kept quiet or she would have until she heard her own voice voting for rookfire. WHAT?! Her voice?! She knew very well she didnt say that and she most definitely didnt vote for rookfire, she had to say something Her Not whoever used it.
Standing up fishpaw spoke NO! she paused for a second I didnt- That was not me who said that. she had to think for a split second It- It wasnt me who said that, I know it sounded like me, but it wasnt Me who said it would anyone believe her? Who knows My real vote is neutral i dont have an opinion on either, both have their strengths and weaknesses, Both have their pros and cons so i have no vote she said at last sitting down
roachflares head poked out of the warriors den once the fighting quieted and the clearing fell back into relative silence. whereas the cheerful crowd had been a bit too much to handle for bug, on this particular day anyway, he was curious either way. especially when dawnstars massive body came into view, followed shortly by her calling for muds. the small tom scurried across the empty space seperating themselves from the crowd, took a deep breath, and slipped between the mismatched carpet of pelts. rounded ears pressed tightly against his skull, they found themselves wandering pretty much aimlessly, too short to see much of anything without standing on his hind legs. which he obviously would avoid at any cost.
bug had no business deciding anything regarding the enforcers or even his fellow warriors, almost hesitant to correct apprentices with warrior company at times, so most of what had been said before they resurfaced had fallen on deaf ears. ro0kfire and owlthroat were somewhere to his left, judging by the metallic scent hanging in the warm air and roach managed to follow his friends scent until they slipped out of the crowd once more.
tri colour pelt ruffled and almost standing on edge with static energy, roachflare avoided dawnstars gaze like their life depended on it and shuffled to press his side to mudslides.
one day he'd have to ask her about that voice replication thing again, thoughts already circling the ideal presence. free from the dryness that ran down their throat every time they spoke, and no longer inflating in shame. "okay?" they muttered into mudslides short fur before busying bugs maw by grooming her shoulder diligently.
[ @Marigoldwhisper - this was supposed to be a double post but i kind of escalated in rooks section so take this shorter one for now ]
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Re: Enforcer Challenge Owl v Rook [spectators welcome]
Smokefern
|| She/her || 34 Moons ||
The warrior listened to the others silently. As she had said to Lambthistle, she had little opinion who became or stayed an Enforcer. The goings on of the high ranks were of little interest to her. Yes, it was good to know who was above her in order to show proper deference, but the squabbles of those trying for the rank were boring. It wasn't apathy, well, not entirely. But Rookfire and Owlthroat were qualified for the position, and she wasn't close enough to either to be swayed to either's side. And the clan seemed about as split. Smokefern let out a quiet sigh, and shook her head.
Re: Enforcer Challenge Owl v Rook [spectators welcome]
Berryshine is RiverClan's medicine cat! 
