Alone to Your Thoughts [Ghostie/Redbird] May 22, 2019 15:54:55 GMT -5
Post by Abyss on May 22, 2019 15:54:55 GMT -5
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Newleaf 12 - Clouds dot the sky and grasses dance in the wind, the valley is happy and green.
It had been two days since the new Treeclan Deputy was announced. Lionstar had stepped up to the plate and told the whole clan that Pumafang was to be the next Deputy in Gorsetail's wake. This had brought forth quite a few emotions in some cats. While some congratulated the tom and showed acceptance to his promotion, some others weren't quite sure about him. But, as to be expected, there was always one cat who completely disapproved of the choice and made that very known. In this situation, this cat was Foxfire.
After Pumafang's new rank had been announced, the deep red she-cat had disappeared from camp. She was seen walking out after the clan meeting was over, but was never seen returning back into camp. It was unknown where she went, for she told no one of her leaving. Occasionally she was scented around the territory in different areas, but her location was never confirmed. Considering that it wasn't a secret that she was upset, it wasn't much of a concern that she hadn't been to camp for a day or two.
At the Great Maple, a staple of the Treeclan territory, there was a fluffy red tail that hung from one of the higher branches, lashing quickly every few seconds. Narrowed and thin amber eyes glared down at the branch, unsheathed claws digging into the bark. Even though she may have seemed furious at that moment, her anger had actually died down since she left camp. The day of the announcement and part of the day after she had in fact been furious. There were likely multiple trees in the territory that brandished her claw-marks from where her anger rippled out at random. Her anger had revolved around the sheer fact that the clan she had worked so hard to catch the attention of and earn respect from had chosen a tom that, as far as she knew, had done nothing worth mentioning for the clan.
But now that the anger of Pumafang's promotion faded a bit, her thoughts now focused on her father. Scorchwing had raised a Deputy in Fox and expected nothing less from her, so the moment that the next Deputy was revealed to not be her, he was very clear in his displeasure. She had watched his face change. He had been watching that day, waiting for the moment that his daughter he had trained to gain power was given the power she deserved. He thought for sure that she would gain that satisfaction, that he would have been proud of her. Yet her name had not been called. His face had changed from a proud father and teacher to a cat that could care less about her well-being.
How quickly his confidence in her had disappeared...how quickly he assumed that it was her fault she hadn't gotten the position...how quick he was to turn his head away from her, despite her fully attentive efforts to gain the respect she was taught to expect from her clanmates.
In truth, there would always be a chance. Eventually, Lionstar would retire or would die. Pumafang would take his place and a new Deputy would be needed. But...did Foxfire really want to follow under the rule of the tom who had technically ripped her relationship with her father away from her? Who had stolen the position that was rightfully her's from her? Imagining her father's face at that moment in her mind, the she-cat bared her fangs down at her paws, raking her claws through the branch of the tree.
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