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In what world was it fair for other cats (currently, one) to also become scouts? It was her birthright, her destiny!
She knew it couldn't be Chimerastar's doing- after all, the leader was obviously so in love with her he'd named the position after her- so who? Who hated her enough to permit this to happen? Swiftscout- though she preferred the name Scout to her warrior name- raked a gaze more potent than poison over the other SwiftClan warriors, trying to pinpoint which one of them was whispering of her downfall.
Cradlegrave wasn't entirely accustomed to SwiftClan's way of life yet, but even so, he was pretty sure it wasn't good manners to stare.
He was set to become a scout sooner rather than later, at the Clan’s next set of ceremonies--whatever those were. Cradlegrave preferred to get right on with a task once he’d been given it, so the wait until his official promotion was beginning to wear at him. The fact that one of his future coworkers appeared to be staring him down like she wanted to fight wasn't helping.
It had always been his philosophy to deal with disagreements and animosity as soon as it cropped up, lest he start needing to look over his shoulder more than he already did; he sidled up right next to Swiftscout--Scout--whatever she was called, and coughed pointedly. "Do I got something on my face, ma'am?"
While her pointed stare was directed at his general vicinity, he may as well have been glass. Scout did not notice his movement from her line of sight nor his approach (why would she when he wasn't a scout yet?), so when suddenly he coughed next to her, she vaulted herself three fox-lengths into the air. Landing gracelessly, she rounded. "Yeah, something real ugly! Never heard'a washing yourself?" She spat. She was pretty proud of that comeback, some of her best work.
"Who're you anyway, ugly? Whatcha want? Orya gonna stand there'n and be creepy and ugly for no reason?" She spoke so quickly that her words blended into one another. She was curious-- maybe suspicious would be a better word-- about this cat, and his ugly face, and his creepy approach. He was definitely the one that did it. You just can't trust ugly people.
Cradlegrave tried to keep his expression as neutral as he could, but he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as Scout leapt high into the air, presumably because he'd startled her somehow. Had she really not seen him? But she was looking right at him, surely a scout would--whatever, now she was calling him ugly, which struck him as being a little needlessly cruel. Good lord, she could jump high though.
"...Right," he said. "Listen, I don't wanna assume nothin', but it feels a little like--now stop me if I'm gettin' on the wrong track--like you're graspin' at straws to antagonise me. So if you don't mind, I think I'll just take a seat right here. With my creepy, ugly face."
"I do mind and I'm not graspin' at 'nything. I'm jus' bein' honest." She mimicked the way he spoke, though where his words were neutral, hers were sour. "You can find somewhere else to sit."
Cradlegrave frowned. Was that...supposed to be him? It wasn't one of the most accurate impressions he'd heard, but that didn't make it any less hurtful. Two can play at that game, missy.
"my NAMe'S SCOUt, And I'm tHe best scoUt In all of SwIfTCLAN," he said, in an impression that was...not totally inaccurate by his standards, but still mostly on the same level as hers. Still, it was kind of fun mocking Scout like this. Maybe he'd had a real cruel streak all this time that he'd just never been able to express it before. "My HoBBIes Are sTaRiN' doWN mY iNnocenT fELlOW sCouTS WitH MY bEaDY li'l EYes ANd Actin' SurprIsed WheN THEY caLL Me out."
"Dear me, aren't we a mature bunch?" Luca's voice drifted over with a heavy hint of laughter on it. It was rather ironic, a scout showing up in the midst of their conversation about scouts, but Luca had a habit of showing up at the most (in)opportune times. The wiry ginger tom was in and out of camp often, preferring to spend his free time wandering, but he liked his position enough to return at decent intervals.
He certainly was not as devoted to it as Swiftscout would have been, he had been promoted before it. And he found that fact maddeningly hilarious. Best of all, Scout was so antagonistic about it that he would have a real good time rubbing it in her face. "Scout, are you once again mourning the fact that you are not yet ranked among the scouts?"
