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Ratnest tried to keep his ears from flattening as he walked behind Bleakwind, he hadn't expected to feel like a dog on a leash around him, but he did. When he first felt the desire to move into NightClan it felt easy, he had visited it enough and clan life always seemed easier than the Regime or the league, but with Bleakwind around it felt impossible. The tom had knowledge above him, he could tell him that they all ate squirrels traditionally on Saturday and what did he really have except his daughter to tell him otherwise? Even then his daughter was new and he didn't always have time to fact check every little thing he was told. Then he also had seniority over him, which meant on every occasion Bleakwind was in charge. But to top it all off he had called him Ratnest and now every cat in NightClan called him it, it wouldn't be long until a gathering happened and then everyone would happily call him it.
Still he was trying his best to not let it show and while he was slumping a bit he quickly remembered to stand up straight and not appear defeated. Plus whether either of them liked it or not they were clan mates and they both supported NightClan. He occasionally tasted the air for any prey as they walked and kept his ears alert for any prey. "Bleak," He whispered lowly when he caught the scent of mouse lowering himself, but when he also caught the scent of skunk immediately stood back up. Wherever the skunk was it was way too close to comfort, "Neverminding, there's a skunk nearby, I don't want to risk it."
Bleakwind's pelt bristled with irritation. He felt like Flamingstar was doing this on purpose, to punish him for something or perhaps she was simply hoping their grudge would end the more they were pushed together.
Though he supposed one plus was one of the thinly veiled insults he'd flung at the tom, had seemed to stick and the clan had wound up dubbing the black and white tom 'Ratnest'.
When Ratnest spoke he rolled his eyes, he had already scented the mouse, but the stench of skunk told him they were better off continuing to move. Before he could inform Ratnest of this, Ratnest already straightened up.
So he could be taught.
"We need to keep moving, the scent means the skunk must be fairly active nearby, and the clan won't thank us if we come back stinking up the camp." Bleakwind said. Though at some point they would need to do something about the skunk. He'd tell Flamingstar about it and ask her what she thought. Skunks weren't dangerous, just a nuisance. But he imagined it was only a matter of time one of the apprentices got sprayed.
Ratnest turned away from the scent of mouse and followed after Bleakwind. Originally he had been dragging his paws with Bleakwind, but the guy had proved to be a worthy enough foe. If he was too much of a brat he probably would give him a worse nickname or a harder time or worse an actual shredded up tail to match with his name. Personally he didn't have anything against Bleakwind except for the fact that they both liked Flamingstar. Other than that he was a pretty decent guy he could get along with.
"Sooo. Do you like beetles or are you more of like an colony hive guy?" Ratnest asked.
Echomelody had tagged along with them. Her eyes were narrowed in a rather annoyed look at the unspoken friction between the two toms. It was ridiculous that they both acted like children. At least today they seemed mature enough not to be bickering back and forth the whole time. Flamingstar had told Echomelody that she would hope having the two toms work and patrol together would help them bond or at least get along but she didnt trust them alone for the mere fact that they might actually kill each other. So, to avoid having to bury a body, she had asked Echomelody to go with them and make sure they both came back alive.
After they trudged through the dark, foggy forest for some time, they finally came upon the scent of a mouse. She watched as Kotori...er... Ratnest crouched down, readying himself for the pounce. Though, as a slight breeze found it's way through the thick, wooded pines, it carried with it the strong and horrid stench of a skunk. She wringle her nose as the sickening stench touched her scent glands, making her eyes slightly water. After nodding in agreement to avoid going toward the skunk smell, she followed the toms in the opposite direction. It wasnt long before Ratnest broke the awkward silence between them. While part of her was relieved, another part of her just wanted to get the hunt over with and go back home. This electrifying tension between them was beginning to rub her the wrong way and made her feel quite uncomfortable. "Your going to scare off all the prey." She mewed in a hushed voice.
(Been trying to get back into the swing of things)
Bleakwind had been about to snap off a quick retort to Ratnest when Echomelody spoke stopping him. The dark tom lifted his head pricking his ears, opening his mouth to scent the air. Sure enough when he paid attention there was a strong smell of mouse nearby.
"Good catch Echomelody," He meowed, casting a look at Ratnest before shifting his focus to try and track down the mouse, he turned his head to the right the scent strongest near the bases of one of the trees. He flicked his tail to let the other two know where the mouse was.
