Post by qυickรilvєя on Dec 5, 2017 10:40:41 GMT -5
The atmosphere in the camp had gone from relaxed to apprehensive in a matter of moments; Blazepath's dramatic entrance into the camp set Thistleheart on edge almost instantly, and he had jumped to his paws, his hackles raised. 'Has something happened?' he had thought, only to be instantly disappointed; he'd hoped something had happened, to stir things up around here a bit. 'To think I'd been excited to fight,' he tsked to himself. Things had been uneventful around here as of late. His disappointment was doubled when Blazepath announced Mistlefang as leader; he, without a doubt, felt incredibly envious. But Mistlefang was a fine tom, and in his heart he knew it was for the best that the white tom stepped up in place of their missing leader. 'Hm. It's not like I wanted to be leader anyway,' he thought sourly. Anyone who might've heard this would have laughed, for Thistleheart was a pitiful sight, his expression rather miffed by this new occurrence. Nonetheless, the tabby tom rose onto his long legs, and shook out his silver pelt. He prowled closer to the confused Mistlefang, clearing his throat. "I guess that's it then," he uttered, "You'd better get moving, FlameClan without a fierce leader to lead them isn't FlameClan at all. Do you want a patrol to accompany you the border?" Thistleheart, however jealous he was in his heart, was the type to support his leader to his dying breath. So he would shove aside the envy for now, and regard Mistlefang as Mistlestar.
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tags: Airabelle