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Weed still hadn't gotten used to her new position. Those around her could see it in her actions and way she moved about camp. The other night she was ready to settle into her old nest within the warriors den, only to be gently reminded by Scorchedwhisker that she no longer belonged there. The humiliation had been endless. She had been born into Sunclan, and trained with her mentor and been promoted to a warrior which had been the proudest day of her life. All that hard work, the years of training, and in one day it had all be stripped from her. For what? Because she spoke out against the high priest? Spoke out against the false deity that had claimed to be their Sun God? Was she meant to silently nod along with everything that the high priest did? Even when she knew in her heart that it was wrong? Was that what Sunclan was meant to be now? A clan of mindless puppets being pulled along by Bloodystar's every word? She would never apologize for her words or for how she felt about the whole situation. Weed knew that the true Sun God would reveal himself to his beloved clan, and she could only hope that he would serve justice for all the wrongs that have been done. For now, however, the tortoiseshell had to force herself to remember her new place amongst the clan she had grown up in. She had been a warrior, and now she was to be treated as an apprentice by a giant of a tom cat. A shiver ran down her spine as she remembered how easily Mountain had been able to dispatch Lionpride, the largest tom in Sunclan. Her lip curled as she remembered the way he had treated Pollendrone, and she allowed her claws to slide out of their sheaths for a brief moment.
Dominating the center of the initiate's den was Mountain's empty nest, distinctive both from the size and the excessive amount of dark gray fur covering the flattened moss. His thick coat was hardly suitable for the hot desert environment and he was constantly shedding in a futile attempt to adjust to the heat. Indeed, his nest was almost more fur than moss: his brother's nest in the corner of the den remained plush and comfortable, despite Singedwolf being a prisoner now, and in response, Mountain's bed was bleak and scrappy. This clan had softened his brother's heart but it would not find Mountain so easy to change.
The massive tom stalked back into the den, squeezing through the narrowed entrance. He plodded through the den and stopped in front of Weed, pushing her roughly in case she was still asleep.
We need an authority figure... heck I am an authority figure // Springclan Deputy
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Post by Nova on Sept 14, 2020 22:44:34 GMT -5
The mottled tortoiseshell quickly unsheathed her claws as she was suddenly shoved, desperately trying to gain purchase in the ground as her body and half her nest was moved. Weed quickly looked up at the towering form of Mountain. She couldn't help but swallow thickly as she stared at him. He truly could snap her like a twig if he wanted to. She tried not to think of it too much as she slowly stood to her paws. She looked at her disheveled nest and let out a small scoff. "You didn't need to shove me." She couldn't help but snap at him. Weed wasn't used to being shoved around and treated in such a manner. "You only had to call for me." The newly named initiate began to put her moss nest back together, only to give up in annoyance as she pulled dirty pieces into the cleaner bits of moss. "I need all the prayers I can get..." Weed mumbled softly to herself. She looked back up at Mountain, flicking her tail. "Well? I can't leave until you walk out of the den."
"Had to wake you up. you can't miss prayer," he emphasized. He didn't think a little nudge was a big deal at all, but maybe she was fragile. She did look very soft and tiny like the rest of them. "Will yell next time. Come now or I'll drag you." Mountain turned and pushed his way out of the den, scraping his shoulder against the wall.
By the time he exited the den, he had already forgotten his promise to call out for her next time.
He stopped to look back for her, his blunt ears twitching. "We stand far away. Not a warrior anymore."
We need an authority figure... heck I am an authority figure // Springclan Deputy
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Post by Nova on Sept 22, 2020 7:17:15 GMT -5
She took a deep breath, resisting the urge to curl her lip at his... promise. Dragged. She would not be dragged anywhere, nor treated like a kit. The mottled tortoiseshell let out a small snort as she watched the large tom exit the den. He barely even fit in it! Briefly, she wondered if constantly scrapping his shoulders hurt him. The initiate assumed that he was used to it seeing as he didn't flinch from the feel of the rough wall. Weed quickly shook her head, not really wanting to worry so much over the cat that was assigned to her. She followed him out of the den, holding her head high as she made her way towards the usual place of prayer. Weed froze at the sound of his voice, and her chest tightened as she was reminded once more of her status. She hadn't noticed that she had headed towards the section where the warriors sat. Her tail lashed briefly before she cleared her throat and made her way back towards Mountain's side without another word.
Mountain stood quietly with her for the duration of the prayers; as long as was obedient, there were no corrections for him to make here. Weed had been participating in the Daily Prayer for much longer than she had been an initiate.
When the prayer came to an end, he faced her again, chewing on his lip thoughtfully. "We start off easy today. Gather moss for fluffing Bloodystar's den," he suggested. "He says thank you, you say my pleasure. Yes?" It was a very clever idea and he was proud of it, even if he needed a little help with the details. But she would be serving the High Priest and have to speak to him politely to show how well-trained she was now - what a perfect start to the day!
We need an authority figure... heck I am an authority figure // Springclan Deputy
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Post by Nova on Oct 11, 2020 21:45:58 GMT -5
"My pleasure?" Weed echoed, doing her best to hide her distaste at the thought. It was a simple enough task. She had gather moss as an apprentice for the queens and elders, and the mottled tortoiseshell was sure she still remembered all the best places to find moss. "What's wrong with a simple you're welcome, or a brief nod. Even a... respectful, dip of the head?"
Mountain stared at her blankly. His training in manners had been strictly limited to 'my pleasure' and he had never even considered another phrase might also be polite. There were so many rules to remember, sometimes he wondered if it was enough worth staying in the clans if he had to keep everything straight, but he had a job to do now so he couldn't leave yet. "You say 'my pleasure'," he insisted. "No arguing with superiors. They don't like that."
She should know that; arguing with Bloodystar had cost her rank, and she had ended up here with him. Strangely, despite being her mentor of sorts, the initiate didn't appear to consider himself one of her superiors: he didn't strike her or even sound angry.
We need an authority figure... heck I am an authority figure // Springclan Deputy
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Post by Nova on Oct 29, 2020 19:46:58 GMT -5
Weed flicked her ears as she quickly bent her head to smooth down the fur on her chest. "It's not necessarily arguing with superiors." The tortoiseshell commented. "It's just a matter of rephrasing the statement. You're welcome works just as well as my pleasure. It means the same thing, it's just said differently. Regardless, collecting moss will be simple enough. Bloodystar will have the finest moss in all of Sunclan." Weed said, dry sarcasm lacing every word of her last comment. The initiate was almost tempted to add a few ants and worms to the bundle as well, but she was better than that. She shouldn't even have such thoughts. She quickly shook her head and began heading towards the tunnels. "Well... let's get started. The sooner we start, the sooner we finish."
Mountain frowned very briefly. He detected the change in her tone and he knew it was important, but it was hard for him to place what exactly it meant. She should be getting him the best moss, and he wanted to believe that she would, but he just wasn't sure. Well, that was why he was here. To find out if she meant her words.
"Let's start," he echoed in agreement. The massive tom shifted and led the way down through the cliffs and out of the camp, his steps sure and confident, even when his paws were placed a little too close to the crumbly edge. If he was worried by his precarious position he gave no sign. By the time they reached the solid ground and were heading away from camp, he was on the lookout for moss, and only then seemed to realize he had no idea where to even begin looking. But...
We need an authority figure... heck I am an authority figure // Springclan Deputy
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Post by Nova on Jan 1, 2021 13:29:22 GMT -5
Weed followed him, allowing him to take the lead at first. But the further they traveled the more the initiate wondered whether Mountain knew where he was going. Her fur bristled lightly as she watched him traipsing along the edge of the ravine. If he fell, or tripped, there was no way that she would be able to pull him up. Even if she tried to save him, he’d quickly pull her down in a second due to his massive size. Weed paused as she looked around. They wouldn’t find any moss here... She flicked her ears a bit as she gave him a questioning glance.
“Here?” The tortoiseshell commented. “We won’t find any here. It’s far too dry. Look,” She said as she picked up the dried dirt in her hand. It quickly crumbled away to dust as she moved it around in her paw before she shook the rest of it off. “If you want the best moss, we have to go to one of the nearby streams in the forest.”
