Post by sabs on Feb 27, 2018 19:45:35 GMT
BRACKENFALL >>
"Brackenfall, what do you think we should do with these two?" A small jolt of surprise shook the dark tom for a moment from his previous displeasure. His first big decision since being appointed deputy, so he'd better make it right. After the shock wore off, the warrior began to think quietly, surveying both the cats but still keeping his guard up. Honeyheart's fear seemed to have subsided, replaced with some form of rage. Brackenfall did not like this cat, there was something...off about her. He just couldn't quite put his whiskers on it. How could Snaketongue even think to bring her here?
Finally, he'd come up with an appropriate punishment for both cats, that was, until the rogue interrupted him. "Enough!" The tabby deputy growled. He'd kept his composure for most of the interaction, but this was the last straw. How dare an outsider think she can make the choices around here. His claws sunk into the dirt as he gave his final choice, "You." He hissed, his furious gaze raking over the she-cat. "You have about two heartbeats to get out of this camp. You're lucky I don't claw your disrespectful tongue out of your mouth." Brackenfall paused for a moment, hoping he was making a choice his leader would be proud of. "We do not want anything to do with dogs, or two legs...and should you ever step foot on our territory again, we will not be quite as forgiving."
Satisfied with his words to the outsider, he turned to his Clanmate, voice softened, but still stern. "Snaketongue." The deputy sighed. He liked the warrior, he seemed innocent enough, but the tom still needed to be shown some discipline. "For the next quarter moon, you are responsible for making sure the elders are fed, and taken care of. You will not leave camp, unless you are with one of my patrols." He looked to the rogue one final time, then back to the nervous warrior. "And should you ever see this she-cat again, you may share her same fate." The tom gave a quick glance to Mothstar, inviting him should he need to add anything to say to either cat. He still kept his eyes on Honeyheart, as his decision was sure to anger the she-cat more. The deputy was ready in case she was mouse-brained enough to try and break out a fight.
Finally, he'd come up with an appropriate punishment for both cats, that was, until the rogue interrupted him. "Enough!" The tabby deputy growled. He'd kept his composure for most of the interaction, but this was the last straw. How dare an outsider think she can make the choices around here. His claws sunk into the dirt as he gave his final choice, "You." He hissed, his furious gaze raking over the she-cat. "You have about two heartbeats to get out of this camp. You're lucky I don't claw your disrespectful tongue out of your mouth." Brackenfall paused for a moment, hoping he was making a choice his leader would be proud of. "We do not want anything to do with dogs, or two legs...and should you ever step foot on our territory again, we will not be quite as forgiving."
Satisfied with his words to the outsider, he turned to his Clanmate, voice softened, but still stern. "Snaketongue." The deputy sighed. He liked the warrior, he seemed innocent enough, but the tom still needed to be shown some discipline. "For the next quarter moon, you are responsible for making sure the elders are fed, and taken care of. You will not leave camp, unless you are with one of my patrols." He looked to the rogue one final time, then back to the nervous warrior. "And should you ever see this she-cat again, you may share her same fate." The tom gave a quick glance to Mothstar, inviting him should he need to add anything to say to either cat. He still kept his eyes on Honeyheart, as his decision was sure to anger the she-cat more. The deputy was ready in case she was mouse-brained enough to try and break out a fight.