Post by LupTacco on Apr 11, 2019 21:48:23 GMT
The tom peered down into the camp, his tail flicking idly with his thoughts. Rookstar's behavior was... concerning, to say the least. He always seemed so tense, and his ability to reason seemed to be slipping. Many cats in IvyClan seemed to be wondering what Owlstar was thinking when she chose him- but Foxfall was more curious what his brother was thinking. This wasn't the tom their beloved former leader had chosen to succeed her. But, whatever was wrong, the ginger tom couldn't begin to guess, and it wasn't his place to question. He was the- he was a deputy, now, and he had to stand by his leader, his family.
That didn't make him feel too much better though. It was still a confusing and sudden position to be in, especially with how negative the reactions from his clanmates were. Was he going to be blamed, too? And the other deputies- Heronflight certainly didn't need her kits being treated differently just because she was forced to be part of whatever new direction IvyClan was headed. Firechaser and Mudjaw were probably solid enough on their own- the one he didn't know much about really was Dustytuft. She was kind, accepting, un-intimidating, and pretty without being overly flashy like some of the cats around here- at least, that was all he had managed to glean after spending his entire life in the same clan as her. Shouldn't I know more about my own clanmates? Especially my... fellow deputies.
His head had dropped to rest on his paws as he thought, but it rose up again as he spotted the brown tabby she-cat. Slinking down the walls awkwardly and almost tripping and sliding a few times, he made the last foxlength into a leap and landed roughly, panting a little. "Um. H-hello," he dipped his head jaggedly at Dustytuft, trying to ignore the growing sense of self-consciousness building up once he realized it would have made much more sense to just go around to the actual entrance. "Are you doing alright? I know this whole... situation was pretty sudden," Foxfall tried to keep as collected as he could, though after his little wall climbing stunt he looked about as much of a mess as he felt.
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