[ti]Private[/ti]Going Batty

[LupTacco]

The camp was quiet- almost eerily so, with some cats missing and both the leader and deputy out of camp for who knows how long- as the fluffy tan she-cat padded into camp with a crow in her jaws. It was a difficult catch, a little reckless too, but MothClan needed food more than ever and she got impatient looking for anything else. Otterspark made her way to the fresh-kill pile to drop it off as usual, but spotted Batstrike on her way there, looking a bit tired. It was understandable, really, since he was taking over in first Eveningblaze's place and now both him and Brackenstar's places until the deputy returned, hopefully with the leader and some of the missing cats behind him. Wouldn't that be a tale for the next Gathering! The previous one had been so dull, and MothClan had even left early before she could try to get a rise out of anyone else.

Today though, she didn't think Batstrike needed to get angry- he looked more like he could use a friend. Trotting over to the black and white tom, she slowed down as she got close, dropping the bird and flexing her jaw to relieve it for a moment before speaking, "You hungry? The queens all got fed earlier, and I'm pretty sure someone's fed Boarspark and Shadowstorm too."

Storm

[Storm]

Batstrike
MothClan | Warrior Temp. Deputy | Tom | 22 Moons | Heterosexual

A lean black and white figure sat off to the side of camp.  Batstrikes head was tilted back, his eyes squeezed closed and his ears held flat against his skull.  He hated to admit it, but he was feeling a little defeated today.  Things were going smoothly, he hadn't managed to destroy MothClan while he was on his own yet, but today was dragging.  The silence that had fallen on the camp was particularly troubling, it was clear everyone's spirits were fading the longer their clanmates were missing.  Honestly, his hopes were fleeting too, but Eveningblaze had trusted him with this and he wasn't going to fall apart on him.  

Yellow eyes flashed open in response to Ottersparks very distinct voice. "Oh, uhh," he stumbled over his words as he shifted to look at the she-cat and what she had brought to him.  She always seemed immature to him, maybe it was her bubbly personality mixed with her brash attitude - too eager to tempt StarClan with her life to do something fun.  His features visibly softened at her thoughtful words though, he actually smiled.  "Yes, thank you," he mewed, "I feel bad for whoever fed Shadowstorm, StarClan knows he's still a grouch about retiring."  Batstrike chuckled at the thought of his former mentor giving the apprentices trying to help hell. 

With a lighter mood the tom shifted his attention to her, "How are you holding up?" Batstrike dipped his head for a bite and sat back up with a mouthful of black feathers hanging from his jowls. He opened his paw to offer the she-cat to share with a nod, it was her kill after all.  

[LupTacco]

((Sorry i took so long to reply hghjgh))

The fluffy tan she-cat hummed with amusement to herself as she pictured some poor apprentice dealing with the prematurely retired tom; it was almost as bad as helping the medicine cat with tick duty! "At least you're not his apprentice anymore, might've been you doin' it," Otterspark teased with a good-natured purr, sitting down politely on the opposite side of the bird. "Oh, I've been fine, know it in my heart we'll get through this whole thing. MothClan's a good, strong clan, and you're doing well at keeping it going, you know," she went on in response to his question before leaning down with a grateful blink at Batstrike to tear off a bit of bird flesh for herself. With a coy grin, she flicked her tail towards him to gesture at the feathers around his maw, "Got a little something on your face, by the way."

[Storm]

Batstrike
MothClan | Warrior Temp. Deputy | Tom | 22 Moons | Heterosexual

Batstrikes ruffled fur shifted as he adjusted his sitting position.  A smile tugged at his lips with Otterspark's joke, "What do you mean?  If I wasn't in charge of assigning everyone duties right now it would be me doing it anyway!  I'm sure the apprentice's aren't doing their jobs right for him,"  His gaze flicked up to scan her features for any cues as she answered his question.  Honestly it was a stressful situation for him to be thrown into, he feared letting everyone down, maybe she could shed some light on if his clan trust in him was waning.  The tom nodded to her with a soft breath of relief, "Thank you Otterspark… I needed to hear that."  His guard dropped with his shoulders as she took a bite, head crooked at her odd smile before she shared what was so funny.  The feline swiped a white paw over his face to clear his mess and realized how silly he must have appeared.  A chuckle bounced in his chest to cover for his embarrassment.