At Harepaw's cruel words toward his fellow apprentice, Screefoot's tail gave a single, whole lash. It crossed her mind to try disciplining him like Roseclaw did her apprentice. No... that would only escalate the situation. But to just let him say these things? She hissed at the young cat with her ears back. Next time something like that happened, she would (try to) give him some manner of tedious, menial task. Like helping Roseclaw gather herbs, she thought savagely. Being around that grouchy cat would be enough to make any apprentice behave more than properly.
She appreciated the leader's talk toward Pearpaw (she herself had been planning to say just that sort of thing to her in private), and hoped that the young she-cat would take Boulderstar's advice to heart. At first she was faintly surprised that she wasn't to join the patrol, as it had seemed like she would, but in the end it made much more sense for the leader to stay. She had business here, taking care of the clan, and with the deputy on patrol, it was important that one of the Clan's authority figures stay and watch over the camp.
Screefoot looked attentively to Boulderstar upon hearing her name spoken. She dipped her head respectfully at the leader's words, and made a note to talk to either her or Amberleaf later regarding Harepaw's training. It was currently the biggest worry on her mind, second to how her brother in OakClan was doing. Probably, she decided, he was being stepped all over by the Clan's she-cats.
"Well," she meowed, "I guess we should be going now."
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When Sharpthorn approached, Burrpelt felt his nerves ease just a bit as his mind shifted from his current trivial worries to the upcoming border patrol. "I am ready to go," he confirmed to the long-haired cat, "but I don't mind waiting if you needed to stay in camp to do anything. You have been training all morning, haven't you? Perhaps you should rest a little before the-–"
Sunflame was here. Great. He'd just come here from flirting in the corner of Burrpelt's eye. A tiny flick of the ear betrayed the deputy's surprise, and slight annoyance, at the tom, on which he could just see the faintest trace of a smug smile. Not that he had anything to be smug about–– Burrpelt may have been useless at talking to she-cats, but he'd never seen Sunflame's interactions with them end in success. After all, he had no mate.
He brushed it off. Sunflame was a perfectly fine warrior, and that was all he needed to be concerned about. The patrol could use some extra paws. "Yes," he said, calmly. "Would you care to join us?" Please don't mention anything about she-cats. Please please please. I will handle it myself.
She appreciated the leader's talk toward Pearpaw (she herself had been planning to say just that sort of thing to her in private), and hoped that the young she-cat would take Boulderstar's advice to heart. At first she was faintly surprised that she wasn't to join the patrol, as it had seemed like she would, but in the end it made much more sense for the leader to stay. She had business here, taking care of the clan, and with the deputy on patrol, it was important that one of the Clan's authority figures stay and watch over the camp.
Screefoot looked attentively to Boulderstar upon hearing her name spoken. She dipped her head respectfully at the leader's words, and made a note to talk to either her or Amberleaf later regarding Harepaw's training. It was currently the biggest worry on her mind, second to how her brother in OakClan was doing. Probably, she decided, he was being stepped all over by the Clan's she-cats.
"Well," she meowed, "I guess we should be going now."
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When Sharpthorn approached, Burrpelt felt his nerves ease just a bit as his mind shifted from his current trivial worries to the upcoming border patrol. "I am ready to go," he confirmed to the long-haired cat, "but I don't mind waiting if you needed to stay in camp to do anything. You have been training all morning, haven't you? Perhaps you should rest a little before the-–"
Sunflame was here. Great. He'd just come here from flirting in the corner of Burrpelt's eye. A tiny flick of the ear betrayed the deputy's surprise, and slight annoyance, at the tom, on which he could just see the faintest trace of a smug smile. Not that he had anything to be smug about–– Burrpelt may have been useless at talking to she-cats, but he'd never seen Sunflame's interactions with them end in success. After all, he had no mate.
He brushed it off. Sunflame was a perfectly fine warrior, and that was all he needed to be concerned about. The patrol could use some extra paws. "Yes," he said, calmly. "Would you care to join us?" Please don't mention anything about she-cats. Please please please. I will handle it myself.