Don't Make Me Work (Open)

[Lionhearted]

The small, dark-ginger tom flopped down on the cool cave floor, watching the rest of the Clan bustle about. Sure, Littlerye was somewhat upset about Briarclaw becoming a 'star, but he was determined not to show anything but impassiveness. So he was going to go about his days as usual: lying around until someone chided him. 

"Good work, everyone," he called lazily across the clearing. Cats were padding in and out tirelessly, carrying mice in their jaws, or talking of a recent border dispute. Littlerye, who trained as minimally as possible, had been forced to go on the dawn patrol (dragged, while rolling his eyes, by Brightfish), and was pooped already. At the same time, he was gaining back his energy, but did not intend to use it. "Keep it up," he said to a passing she-cat, who was dragging a large bird. She rolled his eyes and he winked at her. "Wanna share?" he said sweetly, clambering to his paws.

"No," she snapped, and turned her back on him. 

"Cheeky furball,"  he muttered, and sank back down again. 

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Starlingheart walked into the clearing, all hot and dirty. Her fur was unkept yet she managed to seem highly dignified with those stern green eyes. She watched her clanmates bustle around with disapproving eyes. No no no! No cat was really taking things seriously! Starlingheart probably would have sighed but she had two voles and one mouse dangling from her jaws. Plus, she had more prey to fetch. Starlingheart had been hunting since morning began. The grey tabby she-cat dropped her prey into the fresh kill pile. Her eyes darted to a certain particular tom. Very lazy one, at that. He did the least in the clan and it always got Starlingheart on edge. Littlerye. That's his name. Littlerye... Starlingheart stomped to Littlerye, her unforgiving gaze resting on him. "Get up! You have work to do, as well as every else cat," Starlingheart mewed sternly. She would have to report him to Briarstar. The new leader would need to do something about Littlerye.

[Lionhearted]

Starlingheart. Littlerye looked up at her stern gaze, staring back in mock defiance, pretending to be shocked and offended, as if she was the one being derogatory, and found it so funny he burst into laughter.

The look in her eyes... ridiculous. "Get up! You have work to do! Nya nya nya!" he mimicked her voice in his head, making it high-pitched like a kit's. And to think he would listen to her. Who did she think she was, the leader? Nope, that was Briarstar. Who he actually liked better than this cat.

"Please ask me politely," he said, once he had gained back his breath from laughing. "And have a good day to you." Make Briarstar come, he mentally challenged. Tell on me. Go on, scurry away with your tail behind your little legs, Starlingheart, and run back to your leader. Oh, Briarstar! Dear Starlingheart has something to tell you!

[Wolf]

The stocky tom padded up behind Starlingheart and let out a snort. "Who died and made you leader?" Bumblebee grunted and slumped down beside Littlerye. "Give it a rest, Starlingheart. You aren't leader yet. You don't get to boss any cat around." The cream coloured tom rolled onto his back, enjoying the cool breeze on his belly fur. "You don't know what every cat does around here so why not make yourself useful and go bother someone else?" Rolling back onto his belly, Bumblebee shot an amused look at Littlerye.

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Starlingheart rolled her eyes. Young cats. They had no respect for older cats who had been in TalonClan longer them them. The grey she cat pondered over what she would have to do. If there was one thing, Starlingheart was not going to let these lazy toms have te last word. She straightened her posture. Her muscles were more tense, if there was any such more tense and one's muscles could become. "Each cat in the clan has a part to play here. No clan could survive unless all of their members put their best into everything they did and worked hard. When younger cats slack off, others have to push themself's to the limits of their ability to keep the clan full and well," Starlingheart mewed calmly, no irritation shone in her voice. Starlingheart quickly flashed back to when she wand younger. In the loner group, Starlingheart often had to do extra hunting for her denmates.

[Wolf]

Bumblebee narrowed his pale green eyes. "You...know I'm older than you right? So you have no right to complain to me about "younger cats" being lazy. Meanwhile, you're standing here lecturing me about being lazy. You're not doing anything to help the Clan right now either, younger cat." The tom snapped, clearly his patience was running out with the she-cat's pointless talking.

OOC: by the way....Bumblebee is like 14 moons older than Starling y'know ???

[Lionhearted]

Littlerye laughed out loud again at Bumblebee's next words. He shot the other tom a good one sort of smirk, then turned to Starlingheart. "Go tell it to the younger cats, then," he said. "And good job," He continued in false enthusiasm, "for pushing yourself, by the way! Keep it up." Truly, he didn't care if the she-cat spat in his face. That meant that, one, he'd won, and two, that would be embarrassing to her. He glanced at Bumblebee with a slight shake of his head. Don't lose your temper before she does.

ooc: He's 50.

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OOC: How old is Bumblebee?

Starlingheart calmly pointed out that, until they were elders, they still needed to work as hard as they could. Plus, she had just been out hunting since early this morning. Anyways, she had been doing much more work than what these lazy toms had been doing put together. Starlingheart flicked her ears and twitched her tail to remind herself to calm down. Strange way to calm herself. Well, it worked, so whether it was strange or not, it was what Starlingheart did to calm herself.