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[Mama]

She couldn't argue with that, and the feline nodded her head before watching him go. Briarfrost relaxed quickly, at least he forgave her and didn't get mad.. Tucking her legs under her, she gave a light shiver while the warrior dozed off until Wolfclaw returned, having returned to her messy nest. The small tabby's tail curled around her slender body, and her nose twitched lightly while the wind brushed against her face.

The sound of coughing made it hard to sleep, but it was obvious that she had started to recover. It was a start, and even her chest felt a bit lighter then before.

When the deputy returned once again, she glanced towards the moss before sending a small blink of thanks, moving to the side as she tried to nudge some of her nest into a pile. The handsome tom's paw quickly swept it away, and dropped the moss as her ears turned back from the small and sudden gust, before she shook her head and the tingly feeling away.

Briarfrost watched him clean his teeth, which were unusually long, but she was more focused on that hot face his rather muscular face. Did he have to look so good all the time?

However, her busy thoughts were interrupted when Wolfclaw beckoned her towards the nest, and she steadily moved into it. Her paws kneaded against the surface, as it was quite soft and comfier then the other nests, and with line of purrs Briarfrost moved into a laying position. "T-thank you."

[christicat15]

Letting his haunches touch the ground in a sitting position, the muscular tom looked at Briarfrost. His yellow eyes observed her face, noticing a look that seemed... dreamy almost? He cocked his head slightly, ears perked. "What are you doing?" he asked, a bit amused though his face just showed a stoic confusion. Wolfclaw watched as she moved into the nest, and he felt satisfied with what he had done as she purred and kneaded her paws into it. He had grabbed the softest and most comfortable-feeling one he had seen and felt. He nodded at her words, "You're welcome." he said, his left ear flicking idly as he stood before the smaller, white female. As he observed her, he noted that she looked a bit better. Not much, but still better. He figured she would be getting better soon, at least he hoped so."Do you know when you'll start getting better?" he asked, more asking if the Medicine Cat had told her an estimation of how long she would be sick, or something.

When all hope begins to shatter, know that I won't be afraid. IvyClan Deputy Biography x Mentions: Briarfrost

credit to Laura of Adox

[Mama]

She turned a bit red at him noticing, her tail twitching as an odd spark burst through her body. However, as he continued to speak she was able to force away the feeling. It was odd for him to stay by her, was Owlstar right? Did he actually like her, or was it one sided? For all she knew, the leader might have been putting that Wolfclaw liked her as a warrior... not something else.

Briarfrost tuned back in, picking up his question before giving a light shrug. "No o-one knows how long i-it'll last... but I b-believe I'm r-recovering." The warrior murmured, with a small sigh. "I'm luckier then most."

Guessing that she wasn't the only one sick, it was easy to predict that other clans had the same issue, along with prey shortage. Ivyclan, however, was usually the peaceful of the two twin clans, which had grown to three, and seemed to be a bit more isolated.

"H-how's life a-as the deputy?" She mewed, not wanting the mood to grow sour and him leave. Of course, that was always his choice, but Briarfrost felt a bit selfish and slightly hoped the tom would stay a bit longer and maybe chat. It was better then laying alone, listening to the wind.

[christicat15]

Wolfclaw's head remained cocked as she seemed to look a bit embarrassed. His left ear flicking as his gaze remained trained on her eyes. But, she didn't answer his question, leaving him confused and clueless of the real reason of her dreamy look. He had his suspicions, perhaps, but nothing he could confirm.  With an unmoving expression, he listened to her words, nodding. Hm...  He assumed the sickness wouldn't last more than a quarter-moon from the time she came in the Medicine Cat den, and it had already been a few sunrises since she had done so. She did seem to be recovering quicker than usual. That meant she was luckier than others, as she herself had just said, and was gradually getting better. His gaze, which had drifted to the ground, flickered back to Briarfrost as she asked him a question. It was small-talk, not that he really minded it. Sometimes small-talk distracted cats from negative topics or thoughts. He shrugged ever so slightly. "I'm a bit surprised I was chosen, in all honesty." he admitted, tail flicking idly behind him. The male wasn't insecure like some, for he knew his physical capabilities. But, he wasn't all too sure he was the best pick for deputy, the best pick for the next leader. His father had abused him and his siblings for the beginning of their lives and he hadn't told anyone about it. He had killed a cat, in his own Clan, his own family. Even if that cat was a murderous piece of crowfood who didn't have the decency to spare his own mate and children. Regardless, some who didn't understand had blamed him for the crime, mostly those in other Clans who didn't know the full story and only the fact that Wolfclaw, the deputy of IvyClan, had killed his father. Nonetheless, Wolfclaw trusted Owlstar's judgement and was in no place to go against her, even if she was his cousin whom he loved, as she was leader. "I don't know why I was chosen. I don't see anything better or more worthy of being deputy about me than a cat such as Blackheart."

When all hope begins to shatter, know that I won't be afraid. IvyClan Deputy Biography x Mentions: Briarfrost

credit to Laura of Adox

[Mama]

Briarfrost didn't nod, but her tail twitched a bit quicker then before. "I-I think you're a great d-deputy." She softly murmured, before giving a light sigh. "I doubt I could ever stand up there and lead cats, without looking weak or sounding misleading. And the pressure of l-leader... I don't know, I'm j-just happier supporting rather t-then leading." The warrior admitted.

"I mean... the t-thing with your father and all.. it's not something that another cat might admire... but you keep your h-head up and get the job done. You d-don't stop at much, a-and you're loyal. I think you are a great choice for deputy." She mewed, her pale eyes flickering. "Yes, Blackheart may be a g-good choice, better in some cat's eyes... but you know O-Owlstar more then almost anycat."

Briarfrost was trying to be as honest as she could, but it was hard for her not to get defensive and a bit mad that he thought he wasn't a good choice. He was a great tom!

[christicat15]

He stood unmoving and looked at her as she began speaking, complimenting him first off. He nodded in gratitude, "Thank you." he'd say quickly right before she began speaking again. He nodded, "I understand. I myself don't get nervous when standing in front of a crowd. I think you should say what you feel and if some cat has a problem with it, that's their problem." he said. He knew she wasn't saying she got nervous, and dearly hoped she didn't misunderstand his words as such, but he just brought it up. He listened to her words, "Some cats were born to lead and some were born to follow. Neither are bad roles. Leaders can't lead without supporters, and followers can't follow without a leader." he said, proving it was just as important to be a follower as it was a leader. Wolfclaw's gaze turned cold as she brought up his father. So it wasn't just him who thought of his father when thinking of him. But he pushed the angry thoughts to the back of his head as he listened to Briarfrost, who complimented him again. "Thank you, again." he said, dipping his head briefly and barely. And she was right, he did no Owlstar more than anyone, even Rainfur, he liked to believe. They were cousins and close friends and he cared for her more than anyone else. He just hoped she stayed forever. He couldn't bare to loose another family member, especially not the one who had stuck with him so long.

When all hope begins to shatter, know that I won't be afraid. IvyClan Deputy Biography x Mentions: Briarfrost

credit to Laura of Adox

[Mama]

Briarfrost listened to his words, her tail twitching lightly as she closed her eyes. Glancing up as he finished, the final Thanks had a bit of a cold tone to it... Was it a mistake to bring up his father?

She gave a light sigh, before turning her head quickly so she didn't cough all over him. The warrior's eyes were a bit brighter then before, but still had that hungry and pained look to them. Of course, the hunger was throughout the clan, and it wasn't as if one or two cats needed food. There was no need for her to eat extra if she wasn't working, and she forced herself to think that.

"H-how's Owlstar's k-kits?" Briarfrost asked after a bit of silence, glancing back up. "I-I saw them the other day, t-they look like trouble." She said with a chuckle. The feline loved kits, even the feisty ones who did nothing but annoyed their parents. And with the sudden boom of them... it was a nice thing to have.

Then once again, it was leafbare, so that also wasn't too great to feed way too many mouths at once. Briarfrost decided, as soon as she could get better, she wanted to at least contribute to her clan. She hated sitting around doing nothing but being sick, and it was obvious from her body language.