Saying Goodbye [Ashstrike]
Jan 23, 2014 22:55:00 GMT -8
Jan 23, 2014 22:55:00 GMT -8
[/u][/i] Tawnystripe raised her eyebrows and gave him a minute to lick his fur into submission. "Feel like I'm trying to give speeches from Fourtrees or the leader's rock. Could you imagine? I think a few elders would roll in their graves and others would join them from the shock."
She laughed a little at that. "Oh, I don't know about that. I could certainly see you standing above everyone, all powerful and commanding and intimidating." The warrioress looked up at the stars above them, smirking as she did actually imagine the tom standing on the High Rock. "Ashstar, ruler and savior of ShadowClan!" Tawnystripe snickered a little at that and returned the flick of the tail on his shoulder. "You'd deserve it. Who else can say they rose above the biased expectations of a bunch of bigoted morons?" Her eyes narrowed and Tawnystripe lifted her lip a little to show the edges of her teeth. "You'd deserve it more than Whitestar, at least."
In the past, she hadn't kept her distaste for the other she-cat a secret at all. So really, Ashstrike shouldn't have been very surprised, if he was at all, about her open hostility for SkyClan's leader. That's when he spoke up, but about something completely off topic than what they'd been discussing. "I didn't want to bring this up, but I think some ash got in your fur again. It doesn't look comfortable." Tawnystripe looked at her pelt to see, lo and behold, she did have ash in her pelt. She'd gotten so used to the feeling that she just didn't bother shaking it off. She couldn't lick herself clean, because then she'd just get sick and throw up whatever fresh-kill she'd managed to find.
Tawnystirpe looked back to him and a small, mischievous smirk appeared on her muzzle. She suddenly lunged at her friend and bowled him over, rolling him over into a pile of ash. "Whoops. Now you do too!" she teased, smirk widening.
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