It seemed Vinepaw was more optimistic about Twilightstar getting the deputy announced than she was, and was swiftly proved right. Deadmoon wasn’t particularly surprised by the choice. The fury had already been handling hunting and border patrols, and was clearly one of Twilightstar’s favorite clanmates. He visited her den probably more than he ought given his seeming struggles in making the jump (not that she would do much better) and has tight with her son and other trusted warriors. The perfect choice, really.
Perhaps that was why Twilightstar had waited so long. She didn’t want it to look like she had been eager for Fallownoses removal from the post, in order to appoint her favorite. Deadmoon didn’t particularly think their leader was so conniving, but appearances to the other clans mattered. And now they were beginning to look weak without a deputy, and an aging leader, so one had been appointed. On that, she didn’t actually know how old Twilightstar was. It must be at least 60 moons, probably more. Deadmoon was something like 45, and Twilightstar had already been leader when she was born.
Vinepaw’s voice got her attention with his voice, asking if she wanted to join him in congratulating Crowtooth. Not really, she discovered. The large tom would surely want to speak to other cats more so than her, and she honestly couldn’t be bothered at this moment. She was a bit apathetic, a bit angry, a general nuisance to be around. No need to burden their new deputy with having to with her well, she’d rather prefer to sulk.
No thank you, you go ahead. The politeness was like pulling teeth.
I imagine he’ll want to speak to his tunneling buddies more than me. Ok so maybe the spite was hard to control. To reign in. Deadmoon didn’t really know WHY she was spiteful, but she was do she was leaving camp. @
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