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TheIdiotBrother. Okay, Foxbane had to find that amusing, though really, Littlestar should have asked her for a name, she would have found something with a better ring to it, she thought. After all, basically all her own kits were insults or hints in one form or other, wrapped up in innocuous or too long words that the clan wondered how she even came up with these things. At least the name had a rather simple and effective nickname. Idiot usually got through to cats pretty well.
It was well, well before dawn when the ex-Priestess literally dragged Bloodyrondo from the nest he'd been given. She was a Senator, this was in her job description to teach wayward Initiates the ways of the Sun God. And really, who better to teach than the one who had made this system in the first place? Not that Bloodyrondo would see it that way, because Foxbane intended to make his life beyond miserable. He wanted to play the immature card? Well, time to get a taste of what life being her Promised would have been like. Albeit a bit exaggerated for effect.
She dropped him right outside the den, her expression dangerously calm, and entirely unfeeling. "Get up and follow me."
The moon still hung in the sky as Bloodyrondo blinked open his sleep-heavy eyes. This had been the first night since his demotion that he had actually stayed in the Initiate den and it had taken him hours to fall asleep. He had had his own personal den since he was an apprentice, after all; the worst he had to deal with for the past dozen or so moons was Skipstep's snoring. Now he had found himself fighting for space among lowest of the low SunClan had to offer. That newest Initiate, Kissy, had tried to sleep on top of him more than once, and no amount of hissing or kicking could keep that ex-WinterClan she-cat in her own nest. It was hell, true hell, and just when he had finally, finally started to rest... here Foxbane was, dragging him by the scruff like some wayward kit. He couldn't think of a single reason it had to happen this way, but, then again, his trainer was and always had been well beyond reasoning.
"Really, no breakfast first?" He said sarcastically but he got to his paws anyway, stretching a little bit. For all his cockiness and confidence if he was honest with himself he was freaking out just a little bit. He'd never been alone with Foxbane before and her reputation was so embellished in SunClan's history that she was practically a living legend. And that legend was no fairy tale.
Foxbane's goal was to break him, if she could. If he thought Littlestar was bad, she was but a fraction of what the fox furred feline was. Unlike her successor and adopted daughter, she wasn't beyond hurting everything and everyone that surrounded Bloodyrondo to prove her points. She had favors just about everywhere. She had ways to make it look like an accident, if she wished. Then again, she highly doubted Littlestar would approve of hurting SunClan cats to prove her point. So that was unlikely, at least for this moment.
"Your ego doesn't fill you enough as it is?" The older feline quipped back in an instant, her words still that disturbing lack of care, as though her mask of care had been stripped away to nothingness, revealing a monster underneath. She didn't say anything further, though she did give him a harsh shove that suggested he hurry up and out of the gorge.
"Touché," Bloodyrondo replied, his voice laced with sarcasm. It took everything in him to not return the shove but he wasn't that stupid: Foxbane was crazy and capable of literally anything. He felt he could get away with some snarky comments but he would lose real quick if he made this physical. He yawned and stumbled a bit, still half asleep, but followed the path as the fox-furred she-cat had indicated. Honestly, bring it on, or so that was what he thought, he was careful not to voice it for the same reasons why he didn't return the shove earlier, "Where in the world are you taking me? On a vacation? How nice of you, I really do need one."
