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Her head felt like it was spinning as she paced back and forth across her den. How long had it been since she got a proper day’s sleep? Too long. Too many nights that started too early and ended much too late. She couldn’t let her clan be vulnerable again, especially with all that had happened. It had been moons since the League attacked, but now SunClan had taken over DayClan and NightClan had taken over SpringClan. And, much more personally, it had been far too long since she had seen or heard sign of Icarus. What happened to him? He left to follow his ambition, but had he yet again been held from it? She couldn’t bring herself to consider the alternative.
Her nest had been knocked to the corner of her den in her furtive pacing. Wastedstar paused long enough to stare at it, mind whirling. She couldn’t handle this anymore. She couldn’t. Ever since she became leader, she had only put her Clan in danger. Even in her rise to power did she threaten those she now called Clanmates. She had to get out. Now, before the Clan suffered even more for her mistakes. It was only a matter of time before SunClan turned their sights onto them, and with the debt she owed there would be nothing she could do to stop it.
Fur spiking up, she whirled around and bolted to the entrance of her den, skidding to a stop a mouse-length into the clearing. She fluffed out her fur further, trying to feign the panic spiking her pelt as merely an attempt to keep out the coming leafbare chill. Bright blue eyes scanned the clearing, stopping as she picked out the pelt of her recently named deputy. She could imagine some cats might not be overly happy about her decision. The she-cat had so recently been a Clanless rogue, displaying a sense of superiority over Clan cats and ambition that rivaled Icarus’s. She had chosen her in the hopes a cat like her would be just the sort of leader her Clan would need. She hadn’t chosen her expecting to be handing leadership over so soon, though.
She tried to calm her frayed nerves, head lifting in a common show of feigned confidence as she padded towards Ranunculusphilosophy. It was almost second nature by now, even as on the inside fear and doubts crowded darkly in her mind. She stopped a tail-length from her deputy, clearing her throat to get the calico’s attention. She waited until the other she-cat looked towards her before she said, “I would like to have a word with you, Ranunculusphilosophy.” She tried to harden her tone, not enough to seem like she was planning on reprimanding her deputy but stern enough to make it clear this was more order than request. She waited only a moment for a response before she turned around, paws headed for the camp’s entrance while her tail waved in a gesture to follow. She didn’t want to risk cats in the camp getting the idea to eavesdrop on this conversation. And she didn’t need anyone seeing the current state of her den.
Ranunculusphilosophy’s ears swiveled towards her leader and, after a short pause, she turned to look at her, giving Wastedstar a nod of understanding before rising to her paws. For such a large cat, one might have thought the sight of her walking would have been akin to the lumbering of a bear, but even as she rose there was a sort of trained elegance to her step, using her long legs to walk in a way somewhat like a deer. It was fascinating, if not a bit unnerving, that her gate had such grace. It was fake, or at the very least not natural to her body, and only added to everything else that made the recently named deputy an odd and foreign sight in her new home.
Of all cats to be made deputy, Ranunculusphilosophy had to have been something of both a first and last pick. On one hand, the foreign she cat had already proved her intelligence and skill even in her short time living in the forest, picking up the traditional Moonclan ways of hunting and fighting quickly. Perhaps more impressive than that, however, was her ability to talk in depth on war strategy and intricate contraptions to make a fight easier. She mused on topics ranging from more elaborate ways of storing herbs and prey for the winter all the way to basics of psychology and how to better keep up the morale and mental health of their warriors. Her knowledge was just as foreign as the rest of her, with no particular way of knowing how she knew all that she did, and yet, at the very least, such information seemed valuable to have given the recent chaotic state of the forest. On the other hand, there was no denying how alien she really was, and she had no scrupules with letting others know it and showed no obvious interest in changing it. There was a certain air of scorn that she had when she walked among her clan-mates, sometimes treating other warriors like children and other times like they were a lesser breed, and it was more than clear that Ranunculusphilosophy didn’t just think she was a good candidate for positions of authority, but that it was just naturally hers. Perhaps in time that ambition and arrogance would have cooled, but Wastedstar’s promotion of the relatively young she cat couldn’t have done anything to lessen her ego, and neither would what was going to come next.
As she walked, Ranunculusphilosophy kept herself a hint behind her leader - for all her faults the she cat had actually bothered to swallow a bit of her pride in front of Wastedstar. It was hard to tell if she actually respected Wastedstar, or just the position, or just the position Wastedstar could give her, but in contrast to the arrogant pain she had often been as a clan-mate, she had loyally followed through with any commands her leader had given her in the short time she had held her position. Perhaps that was just because she seemed to be a cat that functioned best in a leadership role, however. Unlike most cats, Ranunculusphilosophy seemed more at ease when she was placed in a position of authority.
For a while she let the silence between them sit, allowing them to put some distance between the curious gazes of camp and allow Wastedstar put together what she was going to say. After a while though, her own interest peaked, and she bothered to break the quiet she had previously allowed to hover over the pair as they moved through the forest. “Something the matter?” The soft traces of an accent very foreign to the clans played at her voice, a remnant of whatever place the she cat had previously resided. The inquiry was polite, but as always there was something overly posh and slightly contemptuous playing at her tone. Contempt was a note that was always there in her voice even at the best of time, and the fact that it barely showed when talking to her leader was actually a sign of high regard. Not that it likely felt any less patronizing, however, especially from the younger she cat. Unlike Wastestar, and unlike the clan-mates she seemed to hold in rather low esteem, the she cat had not gone through the fight with the league, and she at the very least seemed to be very unconcerned with the neighboring clans’ activities. The fears that wisdom and experience had instilled in those in the clan around her had yet to touch her, and it seemed more than likely Ranunculusphilosophy considered herself untouchable. It was the sort of arrogance that only ignorant youth or sociopathic narcissism could get you, and to hear any kind of scorn from the former was sure to ruffle fur from anyone with a bit more experience and a touch more common sense.
