Goldengriffon had heard whisperings among the camp of the strange creature nestled in the middle of the mountain's forest. Many said that it was dead, but others whispered that it could come to life at any time. His curiosity had gotten the better of him. After acquiring some more information from his clanmates, the pale golden tabby had set off. His tail curled excitedly at the prospect of learning more about the two-legs and their strange culture. It was rare for them to come this far up the mountain, but there were those that dared the wilderness of the mountain. Goldengriffon wanted to see this monster. How had it traveled this far? How did it die? What could it tell him about the two-legs? He felt like an excited kit on the eve of their apprentice ceremony. He looked up and saw the dim glow from the copper surface. His paws moved faster, but he quickly came to a stop as he picked up a familiar scent on the wind. Dancingdragon. His ears laid back against his head. Of course she was here. He let out a quick sigh and turned to leave. He would come back another day. But then she called out to him. She must have seen him somehow through the underbrush. He let out a sigh, running his paw over his face. Goldengriffon took in a breath and made his way towards the base of the monster. "Hello, Dancingdragon."

The pale golden tabby rolled his eyes, the blue irises glinting with subtle annoyance. How long had he been the target of Dancingdragon's sharp tongue? All his life it seemed. Ever since they were kits she had always taken any chance she could to insult and intimidate him. It did work when he was younger, and he had to admit that she had managed to scare him a few times. But once they became warriors, he learned to just roll with the punches and not take her words so seriously. "Yes, it's just me." He responded with half of a smile as he made his way towards the used monster. "But if you'd like there's a scary looking squirrel I passed on the way. I'm sure I can go retrieve him if you're so unsatisfied with my appearance"

Goldengriffon crouched down before he leapt up onto the abandoned monster. He did what he could to avoid Dancingdragon, not ready to face her claws and not really wanting to. His tail swayed behind him as he slid through one of its many open mouths, being careful of the shattered teeth. He landed on one of the soft boulders, leaning down to scratch an itch behind his ear. "I was just as shocked as you." He said as he looked up at her through the larger mouth of the monster. When Jetstar had named him deputy, Goldengriffon hadn't believed it. He thought that she made a mistake. Confused him with another one of their clanmates. He had no experience in a leadership position. But he had accepted. He still wasn't entirely sure why. Perhaps he thought he could soothe the tension between their new leader and the rest of the clan. "But I wanted to inspect the abandoned monster. See what secrets it held. It could tell us more about the twolegs and how they work"

"I will leave Starclan's divine ways up for the medicine cats to interpret." Goldengriffon said as he padded around the inside of the monster, occasionally bending down at inspected something that caught his eye. "My job is to organize patrols, keep the peace, and advise Jetstar." The pale tabby paused at a particularly interesting object. It seemed to be made of the same material as the abandoned beast, colored with rust and silver. It was smaller than the beast by an immense amount. Goldengriffon tilted his head as he stared at it. One end was open and he assumed by the size of it he could fit at least two paws in there. He crouched down by the open end of it, and carefully stretched his neck out so that his nose was just at the edge of the opening. He took a couple of sniffs before sitting upright, his tail straight and erect as his neck fur stood on end.

"Well...!" He exclaimed as he took a few deep breaths of fresh air, dragging his paw down his muzzle as he tried to rid himself of the stench. "They certainly have strange taste in prey... at least that's what I hope was in this odd little den."

Goldengriffon looked up at her, his blue eyes glinting slightly as he tried to rid his nostrils of the horrid stench. His whiskers twitched as he glanced down at the odd little cave. There was no way on Starclan's green earth he'd be tasting whatever remained in the cave. The stench reminded him of crow-food, and he was sure that no apprentice was fool enough to try and taste it. Not unless they wanted to spend a few weeks with Fawnheart and Softpelt. The pale ginger tabby turned his head briefly to smooth down his bristled fur, eventually getting it to lie flat before he looked back over at Dancingdragon with a slight grin.

"Come now." The deputy said with a soft purr. "Do you really think I know so little of you by now, Dancingdragon?" The golden tabby rose to his paws as he carefully batted at the strange cave, pushing it closer towards the plushy organ of the deceased beast. "How many of these little taunts have you tortured me with over the seasons? No, I don't think I'll be tasting this any time soon. But you do bring up a good point. Wouldn't want the apprentices stumbling across it and making themselves sick after foolishly eating whatever it is inside. I suggest we bury it somewhere"

"Now that, is an excellent idea." Goldengriffon said with another soft purr. As he turned around he twitched his tail, the tip of it gently flicking Dancingdragon's nose as he crouched down to pick up the strange den. It tasted of aluminium and reminded him of the way a fresh piece of kill would taste. Only he'd much prefer a rabbit over this. Once he made sure the strange item was secure in his jaw, Goldengriffon lept onto the long hard organ that before carefully jumping through the monster's eye and onto its head. The deputy carefully made his way down onto the forest floor, and gave his limbs a nice long stretch as he waited for Dancingdragon

When Dancingdragon had joined him, Goldengriffon had started heading towards one of the many borders of Springclan. He headed towards one of their outer borders, the ones that led out of the mountains and down into the forest clans below. He didn't mind the silence too much. There was a strange air of calmness that almost never seemed to fall upon the two cats. Dancingdragon had always picked on Goldengriffon. He had been somewhat of a small apprentice, not reaching any type of growth spurt until the eve of his ninth moon. But even then, the lanky tabby had been the target of the warrior's taunts and insults. A crooked smile played on his lips as he remembered those times, admiring how much he had grown since then. From a small apprentice to deputy... he still couldn't believe it. Truth be told, he was a bit worried about whether he'd do a good job at it. But he couldn't say that to anyone.

The golden tabby paused for a moment, dropping the strange den at his paws before he started flexing his jaw. He rubbed the joint briefly with his paw, listening to Dragondance as she seemingly began to reminisce as well. "Well, it's hard to get anything done when you're constantly being sent on a wild goose chase into thorn bushes." He said with a soft teasing tone. "He was a good leader, Thistlestar... he'll always be missed..."

Goldengriffon couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle. It was true. He had been a bit to transfixed on her, not so much in admiration but rather intimidated by her. How the two have grown since then... somewhat. But she was right. Not many cats would be able to live up to Thistlestar’s legacy. He had left his marks on Springclan, and they had all felt the presence of his absence when he slept into a comatose state after the battle with the league. With no leader, and no deputy, the medicine cats had been left with the brunt of leading the lost clan. Jetstar had been a blessing, a miracle even.

“She’s a strong she-cat.” Goldengriffon said with a nod. “She could be the very thing that we need. Starclan has seen how we struggle. How the other clans take advantage of our kindness and passive ideals. Perhaps we need some fire from the sun to spark something within us. Though, I’m sure she’ll be here for a while yet.” The pale tabby said with a nervous chuckle. “I’m still... well, I just hope Starclan shows me the way to do this job well. I don’t want to let anyone down, and I can see why she would choose me. It was a good move, choosing someone that seems to work well with her and someone who knows the cats.”

"I'm aware of her vendetta." Goldengriffon said as he settled down, sitting comfortably in the clearing while keeping a paw on the strange metallic den. "I know of her situation, and I've heard the rumors about what happened to Littlestar and the rise of Bloodystar." The pale tabby commented carefully. "Jetstar has every reason to want revenge. She had to watch her family as it was destroyed in front of her, she was nearly killed for trying to defend them. I ask you, would you not seek revenge if it were you? However," Goldengriffon said quickly, knowing that Dancingdragon would no doubt try to interrupt him before he had a chance to speak his mind. "I know what Springclan needs, and what they don't. I know that we don't need to be dragged into another battle. Especially not after last time. I can keep Jetstar focused on Springclan. I can... well... I can certainly do my best in keeping Springclan from being pulled into a vendetta. So far though, I must say, she's done nothing but try and do whats best for our clan."