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Firetooth meandered back into camp, a ball of wet moss hanging from the ginger tom's jaws. The Medicine Cat's wounds had healed enough that he was allowed to wander a short distance from camp, though there was now a ring of telltale scars that circled around his neck. However, as he made his way back to the overgrown hollow that served as Swiftclan's makeshift Medicine Den, he didn't hide his scars, but rather held his head high with not-so-secret pride in how he managed to cheat certain death. Setting the moss down beside his nest, the tom's ear twitched at the noice outside...or rather the lack of it. Brows furrowing in confusion, he turned to looked around camp, and noticed a distinct lack of his clanmates around than when he left. "I swear to Starclan if Chimerastar did it again..."
"Yep," a soft purr of laughter suddenly piped up from where a petite black she-cat was laying under the shade of a nearby tree. "My brother, and about half the clan decided to take off for a 'picnic' with the Renegade Regime," Tinybreath explained with an exasperated roll of her eyes. "Honestly, I'm convinced we mooch more than we actually hunt for ourselves.
Wyverndelirium frowned, looking up from where he was tedious attempting to weave himself a nest of sticks and leaves. It wasn't a comfortable assortment, but he was trying his best to work with the materials he had.
"I knew you feasted with FallClan, but I didn't know you were making a habit of it." His brother was growing lazy, it seemed.
"Don't accuse me of being complicit in this," Firetooth retorted, rolling his eyes in exasperation as he padded over to join the pair of siblings. "I've only gone on one of Chimerastar's idiotic party-crashing escapades, and that's because I was practically dragged to it by your dear brother and sister here." The Medicine Cat shot a semi-annoyed glare at the she-cat in question, who shot back a prideful smirk in response.
"You sulk as much as Chim sometimes, you needed to get out more." Tinybreath offered in smug explanation, before turning back to Wy and giving him an approving nod at his ongoing project. "The one with Fallclan was the last one we've done until now," she meowed, knowing better than to even try and defend their leader's decision here. "Starclan bless him, he's grown a bit more responsible since forming Swiftclan, but in some ways he's still the same as ever."
Brownie and her kits had remained in camp, and the queen left the nursery for a moment to stand outside it. She felt even more protective than usual now that there were less warriors around to help guard. She noticed a cat enter camp and speak with another and throwing a quick glance at the nursery to make sure all would be safe enough, she ventured over and caught the end of the sentence. "I hadn't realized not everyone was happy with how Swiftclan lives," she commented.
ooc; i just copy/pasted my response from the discord lol
Tinybreath blinked in mild surprise at Brownie's interruption, but after a moment let out another good-natured laugh. "Chimerastar's my older brother, it's my duty to rag on him when he's not around," she replied jokingly, rolling over in the grass to face the slowly growing group of cats better. "In all honestly, I think he's done very well with Swiftclan so far, though I wish he'd just be a little less lazy when it comes to food. He'll probably get us all poisoned if he's not careful."
Firetooth glanced over at the Queen as she approached, giving her a curt nod of greeting. "Brownie," he meowed evenly. "How are your kits doing? I brought in some extra wet moss if they get too warm playing outside." Turning back to listen to Tinybreath, he let out a tired an annoyed sigh. "And I wish he'd tell me where he's going before I come back to find half a clan gone. Though please don't joke about that, Tinybreath; that'd be just my luck - having to care for a den full of warriors emptying their stomachs."
Wy shook his head, a little amused to think not even leadership could fix his littermate. While he had changed his opinion on Chim's leadership style - it seemed he was competent after all - he still believed there were better choices out there to run a clan, especially like this one. The rules were so relaxed the clan did not even mark borders anymore, to Wy's bewilderment, and he had his own doubts about how safe that could be. His time to lead was long gone, though, so he just had to hope his family knew what they were doing. He had come this far as a show of support, he wasn't going to give up now.
"Chim was never very good at telling other cats where he was going. Like when he went to the Regime as a deputy and got himself kidnapped," Wy remembered. "I suppose you didn't know him then, Firetooth, but he's always been like this. Asking him to change now is fighting a losing battle."