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Razorfang stood at the mouth of the warrior's den, an attentive gaze of cold-as-stone, gray-green pigmentation analyzing each individual aspect RainClan camp had to offer to him upon this particular afternoon. It was frustrating; having nothing worthwhile to do. He found his eyes remaining upon a few familiar faces, but only one caught his attention enough-so to seem approachable as of now. Blizzardclaw. Lately, Razorfang hadn't spoken a lot with the Senior Warrior. As deputy, he had a newly formed obligation to assure he remained in check with each individual member of his clan. That way, nothing was able to pass over his head unheard of. Blizzardclaw was one of the few Razorfang hadn't kept an up to date tab on, and he figured now was as good a time as any to bring a change to that.

His strides were stretched; unusually graceful for a tom his size. He was able to cover ground quickly, and without doing so sloppily. It was a trait he was prideful of. Mainly, because grace wasn't normally in the cards for cats that inhabited a larger build. Throughout his moons as an apprentice back-when, however, Coldgaze had shoved the elegance down his throat and into the bone structure of his limbs. It would help his combat skills if he was able to move more fluently than the opponent. If it hadn't been for the mention of sharpening his battle skills, Razorfang likely would have never given grace the recognition it now had from him.

“Blizzardclaw,” The distance between Razorfang and the white furred tom-cat had been successfully cleared. His vocals were lowly toned, but had an edge of casualness as he addressed the Senior Warrior of RainClan. “How have you been, lately?” It wasn't a usual Razorfang question to ask. However, he figured that it would be the easiest way to get the answers he currently sought from the tom-cat.

The deputy stretched out his forelegs, loosening the muscles beneath his thin, black fur. Ears pulling forwardly, and with the upward wrinkling of his black nose, the tom-cat's gaze at last rested upon the features of Blizzardclaw out of, mildly low, patience for his response.

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Blizzardclaw was on one of his odd breaks off, he wasn’t hunting and patrolling for the clan nor was he working to further his own special agenda at the moment. He had just finished the training he usually did with any off time he had such as this but before he could go out hunting with a patrol or alone he was stopped by the calling of his name. Turning to inspect the sounds source he saw Razorfang the deputy, he for the life of him couldn’t think of him as his deputy nor did he want to. The first sentence sounded like the deputy was trying to make small talk which honestly was the weirdest thing Blizzardclaw had ever witnessed. “Do you need something?” He asked in a cold interested voice that was borderline harsh. “What can I possibly do for you, the great tall dark and scary.” He didn’t know if the emotionless cat would even be able to understand what he was doing, nor did he care.

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Blizzardclaw had two responses under his white fur for Razorfang, not just one, so it seemed. For a moment, the deputy remained silent, gray-green eyes keen to discover just what was behind the Senior Warrior's tainted mood. In a prior ranking, he would have easily fallen into a trap of hostile ire and released a ball of flaming fury upon any cat that dared address him with such an implied insult like this. Not anymore, however. With the tom's warrior status, also departed his ever-changing mood swings. For the most part, at least. On the inside, he was entirely committed to questioning Blizzardclaw's current insanity level. The response in which he received from the older tom-cat was unusual; not at all suited to the persona he knew Blizzardclaw of having.

Great, tall, dark and scary. The four traits listed by the RainClan tom-cat standing before Razorfang once again played through his mind, as if they had a play, pause and rewind button attached to them for the deputy to repetitively listen to. With the harsh tone Blizzardclaw had used to execute these words, it was made more than clear they were meant to be taken as an insult. But: tall, dark and scary seemed pretty good in the deputy's mind. The smallest curve upward forced an... almost devil-like grin across his hazelnut jaw. “What can you do for me?” Razorfang repeated, tail tip twitching with amusement in his brief pause. “Well, you could perhaps, answer my question.”

Razorfang's purpose behind this conversation had started out as being casual. He simply wanted to catch up with the tom known as Blizzardclaw; see how he was doing lately. And, from the coldly toned way in which Blizzardclaw returned his own verbal communication, it was blindingly obvious that his mood was sour. Now, Razorfang wanted to know why. The well-being of RainClan was at the top of Razorfang's priorities.

If he had known that Blizzardclaw's problem was none other than himself, he likely would have never taken his approach in the first place. However, since this, currently, one-sided hatred had remained kept within secrecy: Razorfang had yet to take the clue that Blizzardclaw wasn't pleased, and wasn't so because of him.

The deputy's stance didn't shift, not even the slightest twitch of a muscle. He had been working on his ability to stop harshly spat words from awakening his inner monster. And, even though his gray-green eyes were flaming with a spiteful glaze, his outer appearance remained all in all, calm and collected. If Blizzardclaw had a problem, he'd simply need to deal with it. Razorfang wasn't the type to change anything about himself to offer a please factor to another.

Whatever it was that Blizzardclaw didn't like... if Razorfang found out what it was, the Senior Warrior would get nothing from him other than a big, fat: “suck it up.” Perhaps, there were a few upsides to an incredible lack of sympathy.

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“Answer your question?” Blizzardclaw asked in a simple tone, he sat back and took a moment in mock thought for theatrics “Bite me blackie, there’s your answer.” He proceeded to look directly into the warriors eyes almost in a sign of challenge, “So now that you have your answer I think I’ll be going, don’t want to catch a case of heartless animal and turn into you now do I?” He stood up and started to walk away before turning to add, “I hear you are contagious, better get Russetpaw checked out before he’s just like you. Poor tom.” He then dropped the conversation and started walking towards the entrance, he was satisfied that he had taken the conversation somewhere it couldn’t come back from. Blizzardclaw had brought Russetpaw into it and he knew that it would make it very, very personal he was surprisingly alright with that though. He didn’t think he would get out of camp without being stopped by the deputy, but more surprising things had happened before.

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Insult after insult. Razorfang's facial expression didn't change, except for the minor hardening of his ice-cold eyes. Blizzardclaw's behavior was incredibly unusual, especially for a Senior Warrior. It would be odd to say he didn't approve; Razorfang simply wasn't the type to judge another cat's personality. However, it wasn't odd for him to admit to himself that he wasn't entirely pleased with Blizzardclaw's current attitude. Razorfang was deputy of this clan, of Blizzardclaw's clan. It was entirely disrespectful to not be somewhat considerate of who he was speaking with, even if Blizzardclaw wasn't fond of the holder of the position.

Blizzardclaw pivoted on his heels, beginning to walk away from the black furred deputy. However, he didn't stop himself from shooting one last comment: “I hear you are contagious, better get Russetpaw checked out before he’s just like you. Poor tom.” That was the moment Razorfang considered Blizzardclaw to be truly crossing a line, if ever there be one. His strides were twice as stretched as the white furred Senior Warrior, covering ground at a pace near double to assure Blizzardclaw couldn't quite reach his destination without once again finding himself face-to-face with the hazelnut-masked tom.

Skidding to a halt directly in front of the Senior Warrior, Razorfang returned a glance with the same trait Blizzardclaw had earlier dabbled in: challenge. “As a Senior Warrior of RainClan, better is expected from you, Blizzardclaw. It'd be in your best interest to take into consideration your position in this clan, and what is rightfully able for you to do.” Razorfang was indirectly implying about how Blizzardclaw's statements were unacceptable, therefore, in need of being changed.

Razorfang didn't fear the tom before him in any way, shape or form. In fact, there wasn't a cat he could rightfully claim to fear. Age was but a number. Blizzardclaw had moons of experience on his side over Razorfang, but he surely wasn't acting like he did.

The deputy flicked his black tail dismissively, trotting a few paces away from the Senior Warrior before bothering to turn his head toward him once more for a final acknowledgment on his part. “As for Russetpaw,” Razorfang's gray-green eyes blinked pridefully, no ounce of his being ashamed in the warrior Russetpaw was quickly becoming. “Not even I would be able to change him. I wouldn't get too concerned.” In no mood to drag on a conversation that was likely growing as equally unpleasant for Razorfang as it was for Blizzardclaw; the tom-cat continued on his pathway leading him an increased distance away from the positioning of the Senior Warrior with an attitude problem equally as bitter as the storm his namesake deprived from.

And,it certainly wasn't something to be proud of when a cat with a temper even worse was recognizing the quality.

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Blizzardclaw was on his merry way away from the whole situation, but near instantly the fast tom had cut him off to deliver some choice words of his own. The white and black senior warrior stared his younger counterpart down, icey blue eyes cutting into the others in a sign of challenge as he was addressed. His position was brought up, as was a reference how he should act and this prompted a quick lashback of a response. “And you think you are anything to me?” He asked in a calm voice as he continued to stare down Razorfang who had begun to walk away, delivering his final words about Russetpaw. Blizzard watched him leaving for a moment before he decided to go for gold, “Don’t walk away when your seniors are speaking to you kit.” It was a serious gamble, but it was about to be a great day.

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Razorfang was more than capable to brush off Blizzardclaw's first comment. Mostly, because it didn't necessarily matter to him whether or not he was 'anything to Blizzardclaw'. He knew of his position, and, there were surely a pawful of RainClan cats that had the decency to address him with a tone of, mild respect, at the least. However, it was the tom-cat's second word-choice – one offered as the black furred deputy was upon his stroll away – that caused him to abruptly halt; fur bristling at the back of his neck. “Don’t walk away when your seniors are speaking to you kit.”

Kit? There was one thing – other than Russetpaw – that any full grown feline was allowed to get easily defensive of. The large tom-cat whirled around, eyes as cold as the Antarctic snow itself. For a moment, it would seem as if the deputy of RainClan had his sights set on attacking the Senior Warrior with a rageful violence, along with maybe a few punctures from those unlawful teeth of his. But, he was quick to settle any knotting nerves beneath his thin coat of fur, deep inhales of oxygen able to slowly calm his tempered mindset.

“Blizzardclaw,” The feline's name rolled of his pink tongue in a hissed tone, tail lashing sharply behind his frame; a clear indication of his unimpressed state. “I don't know what exactly your problem is. Please, feel free to enlighten me.” There was surely, a way to settle this without the use of confrontation. Razorfang would not mindlessly throw himself into a spar with a fellow cat of his clan. It would bring up trouble between the duo and Sandstar, not to mention offering a possible risk factor toward losing his position. That wasn't something Razorfang was about to allow to slip away, not even when Blizzardclaw's words made it oh so tempting.

(OOC: If you plan on Blizzardclaw telling Razorfang he doesn't like him as deputy, I figured I'd give you an opening! If you don't want to, though. I'm sure there's a way around the question. xD)

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Blizzardclaw watched with interest as the tom spun around near instantly and made his way towards him in a rather angry fashion. “What’s the matter, did I touch a nerve?” He asked after the deputy had given him a chance to spill all his feelings over the situation out for everyone to see. He had been given his chance, but was it really worth taking? At this point he wasn’t sure that saying anything would really put him more under the deputy and leaders sharp eyes than he already was. The white warrior was kicking himself for not keeping his comments with Razorfang under control, extra attention was not something he wanted at this point in his plan. It also didn’t help that he was seeing Razorfang as more of a cat than he had in a long, long time. “You know I remember when you were born, such a small tom.” He commented leveling, his gaze had softened considerably from his former hard and calculating one to one of sadness. He wasn’t even sure if the other tom would be able to tell the change at all.

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What an odd, sudden change in attitude. With the softening of Blizzardclaw's expression, came the hardening of Razorfang's. He wasn't so easily convinced that Blizzardclaw just so happened to be momentarily bipolar and now, was no longer in such a foul mood. There was something he was hiding. Razorfang could feel it.
“Perhaps, you have the wrong tom in mind,” Razorfang retorted quickly. There was something Razorfang had never heard before: him a small tom? Blizzardclaw was larger, yes. However, not by such a high amount that Razorfang was one to be considered small in comparison.

“Do you find the small are ones to be underestimated?” There was a way of turning the situation around. Razorfang took the white furred tom's words, and made it seem as though he were implying that smaller-than-average cats were quite... sad, at least, from the glaze in his eyes, anyway.
Razorfang had never taken size as something that determined a victor and loser in spar. When it came down to it, skill was all that mattered. The largest cat in the forest could very well lose to the smallest, simply because their skill levels did not compare.

To be entirely honest, Razorfang wasn't certain what kind of games Blizzardclaw was attempting to gamble in. The Senior Warrior before him now was surely, not the tom-cat he had participated in hunting trips with, and conversations before this one that had seemed to take such a sour course. Razorfang, you could say, was completely oblivious toward Blizzardclaw's ire over Razorfang's ranking.
He didn't understand Blizzardclaw's rage. And even if he knew the reasoning behind it, he still would not understand.
Did he consider this a competition?

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“Not at all.” Blizzardclaw answered the deputy as he questioned him about the implications of his earlier comment, “Size isn’t the deciding factor at all, you know I’ve preached that so it’s obvious the true meaning of my words are lost on you.” He said simply tilting his head as his gaze turned to one of pity, “This doesn’t surprise me at all, I wonder how much that goes on around you that you just cant seem to comprehend.” He looked at the cat truly for the first time since everything had happened, and in that moment he realized that Razor wasn’t the cat he had seen for the short time since his announcement as deputy. Blizzardclaw shook his head and sighed, this wasn’t he was expecting at all a change of heart of all things. “Sorry Razorfang…” An apology was the last thing he thought he would be making today but it wasn’t the toms fault.

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Of all emotions to witness in the depths of Blizzardclaw's eyes... pity was the one the tom-cat had chosen to exhibit. Razorfang had to bite down on his tongue with those creepily sharp teeth of his to hold back a snort of utmost disapproval; ears pinned forwardly to remain alert to the Senior Warrior's words, even though he was hardly paying attention. There was quite a few approaches to this situation Razorfang was keen to take: for instance, Sandstar would likely take just as high an interest as Razorfang was in these high portions of disrespect seeming to emit from Blizzardclaw.

For a moment, the hazelnut masked deputy found himself highly considering taking this situation all of its information gathered to the light furred leader of his clan. Then, the supernatural occurred. “Sorry Razorfang...” Razorfang, for the briefest of moments, wanted to announce to StarClan and anyone with ears that Blizzardclaw's apology was far overdue and incredibly undeserving of his forgiveness.

However, that was merely him getting opinionated. Every cat deserved a second chance – under most circumstances – and, if Blizzardclaw was genuinely meaning his apology, then Razorfang was genuinely accepting it. The tom-cat nodded his head, the fur that had previously been prickling like sharpened thorns on the back of his neck, now beginning to flatten.

“Apology accepted, Blizzardclaw.” the deputy's tone still bordered hostility, but that was merely his temper still attempting a full bodily system cool-down. Flashing the white furred feline before him yet another curious, wary gaze, he at last allowed them to fall upon the Senior Warrior's eyes; as if he would find a trace of hateful emotion still present within them, this giving the deputy enough of a reason to take back his apology.