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Leucisticcrow had a thick amount of branches in his mouth as he dropped them into camp. Ever since SunClan cats started taking refuge in DayClan it meant more work for Mavericks like him. None of it would have been too bad if it was kept to his normal schedule where he could return home to Primal Instinct, but lately he was being forced to stay in DayClan to work more hours. Worse of all none of it was torturous! What did a masochist have to do to get beat up in a fluffy soft place like this!?
He was a massively tall tom with slick as raven feathers black fur, and radioactive green eyes. With a lethal and dangerous appearance like his he didn't expect many cats to come up to him, especially not SunClan cats... Unless they knew he was servant class.
Lying down on the ground Leucisticcrow fixed up the willow branches into nest before gathering together the moss he had collected. There were so many branches and moss by him it looked like he was going to be there all day, but with so many new warriors there was a lot of demand.
"Oh Maverick~ I'm feeling a bit parched, could you bring me some water please~?" The playful, sing-song voice was followed by a mirthful peal of laughter, Gravelshell only half-joking in her request as she watched her mate run around on errands in the comfortable shade of an alder tree, laying on her side in the cool grass as she observed him with interest. Part of the reason she decided to run off and join Dayclan in the first place, aside from their daughter's promotion to what she was basically considering Deputy, was because Glowstar had been keeping Leucisticcrow in the clans more often. Not that she particularly minded leaving - Primal Instinct wasn't exactly her type of place anyway - but now that she was here, she couldn't help but secretly applaud Glowstar for her whole 'class system' thing: it was quite a bit of fun to mess with him.
Leucisticcrow grinned at Gravelshell, "Of course, I'm just low class scum compared to you, Socialite. But what will you do to me if I don't?" He leaned in close to her ear, his breath tickling the inside, "I tend to misbehave."
No one could convince him that he was a better fit for anyone, but Gravelshell. At first, he would admit, he loved her, but he wasn't sure if the two of them would mix well. But that only lasted for about one morning until she whacked him for leaving her. She wasn't soft to him or a kiss up, he enjoyed that rougher side of her.
Gravelshell rolled her hazel eyes at her mate's attempt at flirting, but even she couldn't hide the fond smile that crossed her muzzle, her ear twitching a few times at the feeling of Leucisticcrow's warm breath on it. "You keep that up and I'll drown your sorry tail in the river," she deadpanned, turning her head away indignantly so he wouldn't be able to see her flushed face. "Why in Starclan's name are you 'low-class scum' again? Your mother is Dayclan's leader; I'd hope Glowstar thinks of you a bit more highly than just servant class, though, knowing you, I also wouldn't be surprised if you asked to be a maverick."
"Hey, I thought we were having fun, maybe beat me around a little," He smirked, his head leaning to the side to try and catch her expression, but his ears flattened just slightly at the mention of being a maverick, "Uhhh, I hung an annoying apprentice over a cliff and it was also the Immortal Council members daughter. She thought she could just boss me around and as it turns out, she could because then I was made a maverick."
Gravelshell raised a brow at how casually her mate mentioned hanging an apprentice over a cliff, though it didn't particularly surprise her as much as it probably should've. Her mate had...interesting morals in that way. "That sounds about right for you," she admitted, giving him a flat look, before leaning forward to give him a lick on the ear. "As long as you're having fun with it, I suppose. Though if someone asks you to do something too crazy or uncomfortable, please come to me. Not everyone can boss you around as they please; at the end of the day, you're mine and mine alone."
