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After receiving her name and nine lives. Jetstar still felt like it hadn't all sunk in just yet.
Jetstar. Leader of SpringClan.
While it didn't quite have the same clout as being leader of a clan like SunClan, it was a heady feeling. Being in charge of all these cats.
Though it took some adjusting. She kept trying to go into the warriors den rather than the leader's den several times now when the sun went down. To the bemusement of some of her clanmates.
But though some had begun to warm up to her, several were absolutely frigid to her.
Jetstar washed her ears while scanning the clearing for any sign of the particular cat she sought. Then she caught sight of a flash of white, and she paused in her washing.
There.
Upon spotting her target Jetstar rose to her paws and made her way over to the cat she was looking for.
Oh, it was a heady feeling alright, Dancingdragon having stalked around as if in a drunken haze lately. An outsider was deemed more fit to lead than she was, and on top of that Goldengriffon of all cats was chosen as deputy, the she-cat feeling like StarClan had a very sick sense of humor. She had served her clan loyally her whole life-- of course, not mentioning the times she shirked that in favor of heckling the golden deputy, but StarClan didn't see that, right-- and her pedigree was nothing to scoff at, a long line of SpringClan warriors going back to a nearly forgotten era.
So why was she passed over? Why was she not seen?
At the moment she appeared peaceful, if that were possible for the brazen cat, stretched out on her side and soaking in sunbeams, but underneath the surface her thoughts were rampant. No matter what she tried to dispel her troubled thoughts, they plagued her endlessly. They even seemed to manifest into delusions, the sounds of footfalls coming closer, until--
Dancingdragon, do you have a moment?
A single seafoam eye peeled open lazily. Of course it was Jetstar. StarClan just didn't get tired of their bad jokes and how not funny they absolutely were. "Actually, I'm very busy at the moment, if you can't tell." Her voice oozed quiet venom, more potent than a snake's bite, her tail beginning to stir up dust behind as it lashed as though it were the viper in question.
Jetstar made a point to glance around, before looking back at Dancingdragon. "Right," She said drily. "I'm sure it can wait."
She was beginning to rethink this idea. Dancingdragon was troublesome and this could be seen as rewarding her for being troublesome.
But, if it made her less of a thorn in her side, and it would be a good sign of faith towards SpringClan and Dancingdragon... then it was worth the trouble.
Jetstar beckoned for her to follow, "I need to talk to you alone. Will you walk with me in the woods?" She asked.
Alone? Just herself and Jetstar, by definition? In the woods?
"Why?" Dancingdragon demanded to know. "Are you going to take me out? Eliminate your opposition? I won't go down without a fight," she warned this outsider, this vagrant unworthy of flaunting the flag of SpringClan's leadership like it was her right. Until the she-cat spoke to StarClan herself, she refused to give way to any belief that they would have chosen someone of Jetstar's background to sit at the clan's helm.
Jetstar tilted her head. "No?" She said eyes narrowing.
Really. Did SpringClan cats have no concept of how assassination and spy missions worked? The last thing you did was clearly establish yourself as the last cat seen with the one found dead. Because that just made it blatantly obvious who was the killer.
Jetstar sighed. "If it's that big of a deal to you, we can talk in the leader's den instead."
"That's better. At least the clan would be able to hear my screams." There was some aura of triumph in her mannerisms now, Dancingdragon shooting a smirk at Jetstar. She rose to her paws and strode ahead of the tan she-cat towards the den she felt was owed to her, but could not disguise the whisking look of awe as she stepped inside. It emanated power, responsibility. Victory. She inhaled deeply, drinking it in, but exhaled and recomposed her features into a mask of neutrality.
The tan and black she cat rolled her eyes, torn between regretting her decision to reminding herself this was for the best.
'It'll look really good on you for naming a dissenter as a Trusted. That's what you're looking for. It's just a position it only means as much as I make it.' Jetstar thought to herself.
She stepped inside after Dancingdragon. "So," She said. "We got off on the wrong paw when StarClan named me SpringClan's leader. But, you do good work in SpringClan, and are well liked by most of our clanmates."
"So I've decided perhaps there is a way for you to feel more confident in my leading, and I can benefit from your familiarity with SpringClan's ways." Jetstar meowed.
Oh? "And what was is that?" She was indeed curious, but still lacked trust in the she-cat, especially on the tailwind on what she decided was a back-handed compliment. Dancingdragon considered herself, if not liked, at least respected. Even if that respect was born from fear of her sharp tongue.
"I want you to be one of my Trusted," Jetstar meowed. "Of all my vocal dissenters, you I believe I can work best with. You're sharp tongued, stubborn, but loyal to SpringClan. IF that sharpness extends to your claws, you're exactly the kind of cat I need in my inner circle. Plus, as one of my Trusted, you'll be among those I seek council with, and can see for yourself I truly only want to do my best for SpringClan. And help me, Goldengriffon and Fawnheart keep SpringClan going down the path to the future we all want."
"So, what do you think?" Jetstar asked. "We both win this way, as I said."
Dancingdragon appeared to be doing mathematical equations in her head by the way her face scrunched up. There were certainly cons to this arrangement-- dealing with Jetstar on the daily, playing nice with Goldengriffon-- buuuut.... they did not outweigh the pros. The power. She would be a step closer to claiming what rightfully was hers, and besides, wasn't the saying to keep your friends (if she had any) close but your enemies closer?
"Well, I thought you would never ask," she finally said. "At least you will know I'm not scared to call you out."
"I'm well aware of that," Jetstar said. "But at least this way it can hopefully be more productive for the good of SpringClan this way." She meowed, blue eyes gleaming.
