Let Me just Make it Worse [Tagged]

[Skiv]

Carotius, For Thistlehawk

Ivyheart yawned and padded out of the warriors den. Her pelt was a bit dirty she should probably groom it soon before she got teased about it. but then again if she did she would just tell them if it really bothered them that much they could groom it for her. The tabby she-cat just blinked her green eyes with the change of lighting. She just glanced over to see that Thistlehawk was talking to some of the other warriors. He must be assigning them duties. She knew that she should go over there and get a duty from the new deputy but she decided that if she didn't go over she wouldn't get assigned anything to do. So instead she padded across camp where anyone could clearly see her and she grabbed a sparrow out of the fresh kill pile. Then she padded to a more quite spot in camp and sat down. She looked back over at the deputy. Before taking a bite out of her meal. 

[Carotius]

Skiv

Thistlehawk had gotten slightly used to waking early to assign duties to his Clanmates. Keyword here would be slightly. Slightly. There were still some kinks he needed to work out, most especially with warriors or apprentices (sometimes even both) who gave a little trouble by protesting against their assigned duties; some deliberately screwed up whatever they were doing in a bid to irk him, while a few others blatantly ignored his orders. The deputy would have liked to make mention of it, but he wasn't exactly in the right state of mind to do so.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted someone walking over to the fresh-kill pile, with a posture that had become familiar by this point of time in the morning. You are not going to- The cat took a piece of fresh-kill and headed over to a quiet corner of the camp. They totally did. Sighing, the tom nodded for one last time at the warriors and apprentices before pushing past them, padding over to the warrior who had taken a sparrow from the pile.

He was mildly surprised to see it was a she-cat. "You know the warrior code."

[Skiv]

Ivyheart just took another bite of her prey. She was hungry, the night before she didn't take anything to eat so well eating before training with her apprentice was a must. Honestly she didn't expect anyone to stop her. She probably would just snap at them anyway just to mind their own business. She just crunched on the sparrow a purr rumbled out from her body. She didn't realize how hungry she was. Licking her whiskers she just went in for another bite slightly thinking of what she was going to do with Russetpaw today. She hadn't been as busy with Goldenfrost now a warrior. She just then thought about the other night with Boulderfall, and the other day when Honeyrain tried to talk to her. She just took another bite of the sparrow crunching away. Thats when she noticed a shadow casted over her. She just looked up and spit out a feather. She noticed the blue tabby form of the deputy. Thistlehawk, Boulderfall's brother. She just then heard his comment and she just swallowed. "So do you. What difference does it make." Then she just took another bite of her sparrow just to piss him off. She then sat up and blink her green eyes at him. She wasn't afraid of him she had her reasons and well even if he was the deputy she wasn't going to let him push her around like an apprentice. She didn't let Tigerfang do that and she wasn't going to let him. Tigerfang was much scarier dear. She just thought with some sadness that her friend was gone. but then swallowed and then waited for him to come up with some remark back at her.

Carotius

[Carotius]

Being the Clan's deputy sure had its frustrations, if the tom were to be honest. This she-cat right here looked ready to start a verbal fight in the middle of the whole camp if she wanted to, and Thistlehawk did not, by any means whatsoever, intend to have that happen; he knew himself to have a bit of a temper, one that could turn ugly if the right (or maybe wrong) button was pushed. Though that may have taught him some lessons in diplomacy, it didn't always work out. It hadn't happened in a while, so maybe it shouldn't happen now.

The blue-grey tom remained silent as the she-cat sat up, but not before taking another deliberate bite of the sparrow that law at her paws. Trying to spite me, it seems. Okay, Thistlehawk, don't yell... Do not yell... He flicked his ears dismissively, hiding the rising tension that was beginning to creep up his shoulders, then nodded at the half-eaten fresh-kill. Afterwards, he pointed his nose to the nursery and the elders' den, still wordless, green eyes unblinking; once he was sure the tabby she-cat had seen where he pointed at, the deputy turned around and headed towards the camp entrance.

He did nothing more than flick his tail to beckon her.