Mossear cheered up after that, working hard with her apprentice. She was hunting now, while another patrol had gone to the gathering. She stalked the rabbit, focusing on it, eyes locked on it's tail. Her thoughts drifted to Deadtail, and she pounced, missing the catch. She hissed at herself, that was the third kill she'd missed due to unwanted thoughts. "Mouse brained fool!" She scolded herself. She pressed herself to the ground, hiding as a group of cats walked by. Scenting that they were WindClan, she hopped up and meowed at them.
"Hey! How'd it go?" Deadtail stepped out of the group and walked over, a purr in his throat.
"Is Bramblepaw around? Or are you hunting solo today?" His eyes glinted and she purred back, despite having been complaining about him in her head mere seconds before.
"Solo. Well, trying anyway. How was the gathering?" He frowned, and she stopped purring.
"RiverClan has a new deputy. Wildfur." Mossear hissed and growled.
"She
hasn't finished training an apprentice! This is against the warrior
code! Dreadstar must be corrupt if she thinks she can make that slimy
fur ball of a cat deputy without a trained apprentice she's insane!
StarClan will slaughter her! And Wildfur! Slowly and painfully!"
Mossear continued to rant and Deadtail purred with amusement.
"Sadly, no. And no one called her on it, although there was
QUITE the crowd mutter. Best I've heard since my first gathering."
She smiled, glad for his humor to cheer her up.
"Well, uh, so, mind if I pester you about what we're going to do about this?" She pressed. "Wildfur is going to make war happen."
He smiled. "I'm sure that the Storm of WindClan will find a way." He set his tail on her shoulder as he said it cryptically, then trotted off toward the camp, leaving her standing alone on the field, her worries of Wildfur forgotten as Deadtail's words swam through her mind.
