Post by Darkheart on May 27, 2009 18:25:50 GMT -5
Darkheart had returned from patrol with a fat squirrel and two mice, which she placed on the fresh kill pile. It took her little time to catch the rumors flying about camp concerning the new deputy, which she confirmed before the letting the sinking feeling start to settle in her gut.
Now, even wide awake and no longer in the Place of No Stars, she could here her father's unpleasant hiss in her ear ~Idiot. Unless Acaciaocean is killed in battle you'll have to wait for HER to become leader before becoming deputy...~
"It's not my fault, I just got my first apprentice.." she muttered lamely to herself, getting a few odd looks from some kits for seemingly talking to thin air. She huffed and wandered off to the edge of the camp to think.
There were times she was not sure whether the ambition to be leader was even her own or all based on her father's dark whispering in her ear. She had not felt any sense of triumph when her apprentice was assigned to her, only a vague sense of annoyance at first, and it struck her to wander if being one small step closer to her goal was not in fact something she dreaded rather than desired. She was not particularly interested in bossing other cats around so much as being left alone. She had no desire to have kits or become any tom's mate at all....
~That's IT!~ Her father's schemeing hiss made her fur stand on end and she almost jumped, half expecting to turn and see the wraithlike dark striped tom next to her. Of course, he was not there.
~Cursestar has no mate. It would be the perfect opportunity to get close to him and...~
"Cursestar has never been interested in a mate, nor am I.." she argued, grimacing at the very idea. True, she found the Shadowclaw leader to be..interesting, as interesting as she ever found any cat to be but if she let Darkstripe lead her down this path, supposing it worked, it could only lead to treachery and murder eventually. She was a young cat, a seemingly cold-hearted cat, but deep down she was not sure she had it in her to be the same sort of cat her sire had been.
Still, despite this, she reluctantly picked one of her squirrels from the pile and carried it over to her leader, whom was cleaning his coat, having just returned from dawn patrol.
"Hello, Cursestar, you look hungry."
Now, even wide awake and no longer in the Place of No Stars, she could here her father's unpleasant hiss in her ear ~Idiot. Unless Acaciaocean is killed in battle you'll have to wait for HER to become leader before becoming deputy...~
"It's not my fault, I just got my first apprentice.." she muttered lamely to herself, getting a few odd looks from some kits for seemingly talking to thin air. She huffed and wandered off to the edge of the camp to think.
There were times she was not sure whether the ambition to be leader was even her own or all based on her father's dark whispering in her ear. She had not felt any sense of triumph when her apprentice was assigned to her, only a vague sense of annoyance at first, and it struck her to wander if being one small step closer to her goal was not in fact something she dreaded rather than desired. She was not particularly interested in bossing other cats around so much as being left alone. She had no desire to have kits or become any tom's mate at all....
~That's IT!~ Her father's schemeing hiss made her fur stand on end and she almost jumped, half expecting to turn and see the wraithlike dark striped tom next to her. Of course, he was not there.
~Cursestar has no mate. It would be the perfect opportunity to get close to him and...~
"Cursestar has never been interested in a mate, nor am I.." she argued, grimacing at the very idea. True, she found the Shadowclaw leader to be..interesting, as interesting as she ever found any cat to be but if she let Darkstripe lead her down this path, supposing it worked, it could only lead to treachery and murder eventually. She was a young cat, a seemingly cold-hearted cat, but deep down she was not sure she had it in her to be the same sort of cat her sire had been.
Still, despite this, she reluctantly picked one of her squirrels from the pile and carried it over to her leader, whom was cleaning his coat, having just returned from dawn patrol.
"Hello, Cursestar, you look hungry."
