Post by violetdawn on Nov 9, 2020 18:55:05 GMT
hey youngblood
i'll raise you like a phoenix
"violetdawn, meet me inside."
the low-straining baritone of ramstar's voice from moments ago left the molly feeling on edge as she picked herself up from the camp's forest floor to follow him into his den. she had been sitting at the fresh-kill pile, running through her mind who had already eaten that day, and who could be fed with what remained in the pile. calculating what mentors had taken out their apprentices, and what warriors were free to be put on patrol to restock. she herself had been considering dragging lionfire out of her den by the scruff and taking her out through the territory to freshen up her herb collection, and see what could be dug up and replanted closer to camp. now, however, all those thoughts had been tossed to the breeze as she ran through her mind a million and one scenarios of what ramstar could possibly want from her.
each morning she woke up thinking that the tom would rouse her from her nest with a crooked grin and taunting eyes, ready to bring about some kind of deliverance in which he gave her her own special comeuppance for having so relentlessly and unapologetically challenging him before all of shadowclan to see and starclan to witness. with every sunfall, as the moon crawled its way into the sky and left the pricks of its claws in the night in the form of stars, she could feel the eyes of her clanmates all on her all over again, awaiting her next move. her mistake. her downfall. that first night after having been named deputy, she'd ended up shredding her nest in her sleep, awakening to her claws dug into the ground and her tail bristling. wheatwhisker had shaken her awake, concern demurring his face, and she ended up staying awake for the rest of the night, restless and uneasy.
regardless of these worries that threatened to eat her from the inside out, she had a job to do. she'd taken on this responsibility for herself, fought tooth and nail for it (or, at least, she would have, if things had really come to such a dire situation), and she wasn't going to let anyone, not even ramstar, allow her to doubt herself for even a heartbeat. the molly kept her head high (albeit her jaw slightly clenched as ramstar's voice cut through the otherwise comforting silence) and posture straight, confident, following after that bushy-furred ball of walking arrogance, her tail twitching and flickering behind her.
she ducked into his den, though she didn't immediately sit, standing in front of the entrance with a carefully-crafted neutral expression resting on her features. "ramstar," she said, her voice curt and tone cutting through the air sharply. how rapidly she could create tension with her mere presence. "you asked for me?"
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