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Bluefeather- ThunderClan Elder

Bluefeather felt like it was a nice day – at least for her. Her nest was filled with the nicest moss and she was sure no ticks were ever even close to her beautiful coat. Her little Svetlyak was probably out and doing her deputy thing. Deputy, as it was called, was just another step in the ladder for her blood. She wasn’t going to dare ever let anyone harm her baby. She would make sure her baby would rise to the top and tower all over them. Her name would be remembered, as it was her birthright to stand tall and let other cats remember. She sighed pleasantly, wondering if she was still with her two little ladies if Firefalcon would have been a blue-ribbon earner as well. Probably, her blood was one of the best there is after all.

Stretching, the Russian blue finally left her comfy nest with a little yawn. Oh it sounded positively bustling outside! Hopefully nothing bad had happened – but no cries of despair or whining about ‘RiverClan’ or what have you. Probably a normal day. Oh these wildcats were quite cute. Slipping from the elder’s den, the young elder gave a small amused and curious look around, a purr leaving her throat. Yes, a normal day with their hustle and bustle. How quaint. Slipping further out into camp, she was pleased to see there was plenty of food. It was early in the day – she would have her nighttime meal with her little firebug and she could have the morning just gossiping.

Passing through the camp with elegance only a showcat could use effortlessly, she snatched up a small mouse – she never did want to take a large meal if she was the only one eating it – she had to keep her figure – but she looked around. Perking up to see another cat out of the way of the bustle but eating, she quickly traversed over there to sit down without an invitation. After all, a showcat never needed to be invited, they just knew. Dropping the mouse at her own paws, she gave a small friendly smile. “Hello Kestrelwing! You look just lovely today. How’s your day been?” She asked cheerfully, her blue tail curling over her paws. “I hope you don’t mind, I didn’t want to be trampled trying to eat!” Bluefeather let a good natured laugh leave her muzzle, her hazel eyes shining with mirth.

mark / KESTRELWING

Bluefeather- ThunderClan Elder

Bluefeather knew bits and pieces about Kestrelwing since she lived in camp with him but a close relation was something she didn’t have. He was much younger than the she-cat, but she knew some things here and there. Giving a small smile at the young tom, she settled down rather elegantly as she bit into her own prey. Mouse was still a strange thing to eat. Kitten-kibble wasn’t exactly the best either, but she did quite miss the wet food. The stuff tasted strange sometimes but when her little ladies added their food to it, it was like heaven. She smiled at the thought, the expression staying on the elder’s face when the tom spoke.

“That’s a good way to look at it! How optimistic.” She chattered with a slight sound of amazement that a kit would only possess. “Honestly that would be a great way to think for some of those elders in there. Grumpy grumpy kitties they can be!” She teased lightly, giving a small nod. “Yes, the reconstruction was so much effort. I always amazed how the clan brings themselves together to keep their dens well kept. Too bad there isn’t any of that grey stuff around that my little ladies used to use. I wasn’t allowed to touch it, but they put things in it and it turned invincible! You couldn’t move it no matter how hard you tried!” Bluefeather gave a laugh.

“It always warms the heart to see my little fire-bug and the clan working so hard. I wish I could do more but my hips always make it a little bit of a problem. I did help with the nursery at least.” She hummed. “Did you wake up during the storm? I had a hard time sleeping through it!”

mark / KESTRELWING

Bluefeather- ThunderClan Elder

Bluefeather chuckled at his warning. “I’ve been here for a long time. Clan Cats cannot take my past away from me, nor do I hide it in the bushes because you all think it’s rather weak. My ladies, my two-legs, they adored me. They loved me like I would love my children. You all can think negatively, bully those who don’t agree, but in the end, you’re the ones in the wrong if you become bigoted, da?” There was a strange glint to her smile, as if there were blades hidden in between her gums. “I could care less if other warriors don’t like it, that includes you.” She said with a smile, though there was a cold edge to her eyes that disappeared after a blink as if it never came up in the first place.

“That’s quite true, yes, yes. Warriors need their beauty rest!” She laughed. “It was so loud though – I’m surprised no one was kept up in that mess of a storm! Not as bad as the snow though- that’s always pretty bad.” She hummed. “I hope no more rainstorms come through – they were quite destructive. I hadn’t seen too many of those in all my moons here. Svetlyak was so out of her element, but I suppose that storms aren’t all that bad for ThunderClan, da? I wonder how the other clans fared. Have you heard anything?” She smiled friendly, as if the previous altercation didn’t occur.

Bluefeather was not above ripping the cat limb from limb and digging her teeth into his throat and making sure his shuddering last breaths were in her ribbon winning paws – but you always caught more flies with sugar and honey than bitter and vinegar! She believed that was the saying her two ladies said, but humans had such a rather detailed language. Cats and Twolegs had multiple languages and sometimes it was hard to keep them straight. Though a showcat wasn’t worth her merit if she couldn’t- and Bluefeather was definitely worth her merit.

mark / KESTRELWING