Mellowfrost
Shadowclan Deputy
Leaving Juncostar’s den, the large cream and brown tom looked up at the snow as it was falling. It has been hectic these past few weeks.. But one thing for certain was that the tom always loved the serenity of when snow fell, the quietness of the clan and how beautiful it looked. Mellowfrost may hate leaf-bare, but he couldn’t deny a good sight when seeing one. Juncostar wanted Mellowfrost to check out a suspicious scent around the Shadowclan-Thunderclan border; it smelled mostly of foxes. Now Mellowfrost wasn’t sure if it was a fresh or stale scent, as he remembered a couple of moons back when overhearing Daffodilpool claiming that he went fox hunting into the tunnels.. Only to discover that it was only a weasel. There was something about the silver tabby tom that rubbed the cream and brown tom the wrong way, but he refrained from confronting the tom as it wasn’t his business how his clanmates dealt with their relationships.. However, if the smaller tom wanted to go against him.. Mellowfrost wouldn’t hold back.
“Weaverpaw.” Mellowfrost called for his apprentice, green eyes narrowing when the young molly was bounding towards him, as if almost dragging her feet. It was nice to know that they had the same feeling of not wanting to really be partnered up, he was annoyed at his brother when assigning Weaver to him.. As the little Hornet clone just irritated him, he wasn’t sure it was because she looked like Hornetstar.. Or her attitude. But the sooner that Weaverpaw completed her training, the sooner they would be out of each other’s fur. “We’re patrolling, there’s been a report of a couple of foxes around.” Mellowfrost said before suddenly turning to look at her with an arch eyebrow. “If you don’t intend on becoming fox food, listen to my orders.” He simply said before clearing his throat and looking around the clearing, seeing a couple of warriors around before speaking up
“I’m leading a patrol around the Shadowclan-Thunderclan border.” The cream and brown tom began, flicking his tail back and forth. It was quite rare for Mellowfrost to lead a patrol, no less than actually taking part in deputy duties.. But whenever it comes to the life of his clanmates, he knows when it’s time to become serious.. The last thing that was needed was a bunch of foxes to barge into camp during the middle of the night. “Anyone would like to volunteer before I start calling names?” He suggested, watching at the crowd of faces that were looking at him in surprise.. When was Mellowfrost this serious?
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emberfire -- shadowclan's jester
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The day was frosty (every day has been), and with the chill came an itch to move and warm her frozen muscles, an itch she had tried to fulfill with hunting-- a lackluster experience when she turned up with a pathetic bird and nothing more-- before diverting to training. Apparently, it was too cold for everyone to get off their tails and train with her, so Emberfire was finally exhausted of ideas, thus explaining why, instead of actively running around like she usually would, the calico molly lay curled up in a small patch of sun, absorbing the offered warmth and dozing off. Mellowfrost's announcement, however, had her ears pricked up in seconds, her eyelids fluttering open not a second later. The minimal heat her position provided her swiftly abandoned as she steamrolled into Weaverpaw, chuckling a quick apology and facing the deputy. "Starclan's rear, I was so bored I was about to die-- Obviously, I want to go fox-hunting."
"So gloom and doom, handsome," the warrior clicked her tongue in mock pity. "Chin up," she added, nudging Weaverpaw while bearing a grin of epic proportions. "This'll be exciting-- or boring-- it's always one or the other. There's the thrill of the chase or catching a scent, and then there's the possibility of finding nothing and going on a wild goose chase. If we do find foxes," Emberfire added, feigning seriousness, "Try not to get your face chomped."
"So, any proof there're foxes out there, Mel?" The familiarity with which she conducted herself around the deputy resulted not from knowing or being a friend to the tom but rather her general manner around everyone. Emberfire knew when to show respect (when it was that or get her ears removed)-- however, she remained casual with her interactions, her easy confidence developing without intervention into the brash and indelicate brazen it is today. "Think we'll need a full, combat-ready patrol? Might wanna ditch short-stack, wouldn't want her getting her pretty face mauled." She smirked, bumping the apprentice's side with a playful slap of her paw.