Sarcasm's way of life[Ravenpaw]

ravenpaw was out trying to collect herbs (or at least whatever herbs she could find.. she wasn’t certain what herbs there were salvageable in the dead of leaf-bare, but she was doing the best she could without guidance.) the black medicine cat looked at wolfpaw’s attempts at hunting and she laughed quietly before crouching down and padding over to a small mouse. with a single leap, she grabbed it sloppily in her jaws as she trotted over to wolfpaw with a big grin on her face. look who’s better, she teased pushing over her brother. wanna share it, it’s been a while since you ate. or should we bring it back to the clan? she asked, tipping her ear to the side as she watched him sit down and wrap his tail around his paws.



they’re mad because lynxchaser broke the warrior code. and the fact that unfortunately, their beloved milkstar is letting loners sleep in our clan. she said in a smooth, matter-of-fact tone as she turned her haunting yellow eyes onto her brother. she was bitter. the fact that milkstar, the chosen one, besides, we don’t have it the worst. shadowclan’s suffering worse than we are. she said, despite the show that ravenpaw knew they put on during the gathering, she could feel that there was something very, very wrong. the black medicine cat stood next to him, and they were such a stark contrast-- it was curious as to how the two cats were related.



the she-cat looked over to her brother, and you? what do you think of starclan?

bad i’m so sorry

you eat more, you need to gain some weight. she said, laughing. she wasn’t hungry, there was no way that she was hungry after her altercation with milkfur. she nodded her head in agreement with wolfpaw’s words, as she said, loudly she threatened to strip me from my position, dumb she-cat. but starclan gave signs, and i told her that i would refuse to take her to the moonstone until i had signs from starclan, after all.. silverfur disappeared, maybe she was a fraud as well. she said, her head tilting to the side as she fumbled with the snow on the ground with her paws. milkfur isn’t worthy of being leader, and she does not have my support.

the she-cat looked at her brother again, looked at the sight of him clicking his tongue and then sat with her tail around her paws as she listened, intensely. i know what you mean. the only time starclan spoke with me was my first medicine cat meeting. and just now when the small flames erupted around milkfur and turned her pelt black and the ravens called.. i know, something just feels off. and tallstep becoming tallstar? i think.. i think i’m going to go and talk to him soon.

she said, realizing that that was exactly what she should be doing. it felt right, and she was a medicine cat right? it was in her duties to go and talk to the other cats to make sense of the mixed, minimal signals that starclan sent. she looked at her brother, thunderclan will have it coming sooner or later. and you? how’s your training going?