Posts by Zephyrbee ?!

☄ ----~ Zephyr thought Darkclanners were idiots before - fighting battles simply because of vague prophecies, allying with Shadowclan and in a way Bloodclan, but this - this truly took the cake. I mean, did Rosestar honestly think they'd give up their land just because her scrawny a** demanded it? What, did she think she was the ruler of the world after winning a few fights (whilst hiding behind other, stronger allies, he might add)? I mean, for Starclan's sake, Windclan had just suffered a freakin' fire! If she thought SHE was deserving of more territory, she ought to get her flea-bitten tail in LINE!

Standing beside Citrine and Paperpaw, Zeph narrowed his eyes, unimpressed by Rosestar's ego. If she thought she was going to get anywhere by stealing from others, she would surely be mistaken. And he'd be glad to teach her that lesson himself.

☄ ----~ Zephyrbee was considering "accidentally" letting Bear go to rip that wretched molly to shreds, but thankfully Owlpaw shouted at her for him. Honestly, that molly couldn't seem to take a hint! He could understand more than ever why Bearstorm had had enough with her. But even so, this altercation could only escalate, and as much as Zeph mentioning tearing her apart, he knew that would only lead to further problems. Further conflicts. And an ending of banishment. As much as it pained Zeph to think, but he doubted that banishment would ever go for Citrine. Not when he brother was leader...

Bitting back those traitorous thoughts, Zephyrbee looked up as the tabby tom appeared. Deciding to let Bear and Citrine explain to him, he turned to Owlpaw. "Go get Bumblefoot," he told her. Partly because she was quick and would find him quicker. Partly because he didn't want her getting hurt should there be another crossfire.

☄ ----~ LIGHTNING !

Zephyrbee sighed, wincing when he turned his head too sharply to the side, aggravating his new scars. Pawing absentmindedly at the waxy texture that now made up his right cheek, the warrior looked out of the medicine den entrance. It was early in the morning, and it showed through the soft glow of amber upon the ground. Though Zeph had been sleeping more often then he would like to was used to thanks to his being still recovering, he still managed to wake up early at dawn. Ever expectant to be the first awake, and thus the first volunteer for any patrols or tasks to be given out. Injury or no injury, he wouldn't let anything get in his way with helping out his clan. Actually, it was sorta helping him get more and more used to life with only one eye. That, and his practicing when he had some free time.

Anyway, point being, it was early, but late in Zeph's eyes as he waited for any sign that the deputy (temporary or not) was ready to dish out the daily grind. After a moment of shuffling his paws, Zeph gave up on being patient and got to his feet, padding towards the warrior's den. "Lightningtooth?" he asked, eye narrowed impatiently as he searched the shadows for the brown tabby tom.

☄ ----~ //all of it since it...essentially kinda...burned off.....cough

Zephyrbee chuckled lightly, "I doubt it'll be much use to them, what with it being two right eyes." he said, before looking sideways at the molly. He'd be lying if he said he found it any easier to deal with his new disability. He distracted himself by helping reconstruct the camp, or by helping Bumble sort his herbs (he honestly just did the cleaning. Bumble was such a mess sometimes) but once and a while, he'd go out into the territory and practice hunting and fighting with his new lack of sight. He wasn't anywhere as skilled as he was with two eyes, but he was getting there.

"How are you holding up?" he asked, his tone soft now. He didn't like losing an eye anymore than the next guy, but he couldn't imagine how painful it was to lose such an important part of yourself so young. It saddened him that she even had to. Once ore, he thought about how he had fled early after the fire because he'd gotten hurt like this. If he had stayed, he could have helped out more. Could have kept a better eye on everyone. Could have prevented Paperpaw from getting hurt - or suffering the next week on her own.

But then again, if he didn't get this injury, who knows what would have happened to Bumblefoot?

☄ ----~ Zeph frowned at the tom, as he would any cat who yawned in his face. He didn't take kindly to blatant acts of sloth. Still, he couldn't snap at Lightning as he would any other day, not when he was deputy (temp. or not). Zeph respected higher ups more than that, after all. Still, for a cat with more responsibility, he sure could be more timely. "Patrols," Zeph said simply, eye narrowed expectantly at the other tabby tom.

☄ ----~ Zephyrbee stared a moment at the tom. Then two. Then...three, trying to understand if Lightningtooth was joking. Zeph wasn't the best at understanding, spotting or even telling jokes, but surely this one was joking! When there was no sign that Lightningtooth was going to laugh to acknowledge his words as teasing, Zeph let out a heavy sign. Zephyrbee was growing increasingly less and less supportive of Jasperstar's decisions. It had been difficult enough not protesting when he made a newly-made warrior into the deputy, but even after she had gone missing, he still appointed a young cat to power. It made no sense! I mean, Hawkclaw was more responsible than this one! Bearstorm had more experience than this one!

It was infuriating, taking orders and bowing down to a child!

But of course, he said none of this aloud. Sighing loudly, the tom said, "Its past dawn, meaning the dawn patrol should be returning soon - which, in turn, means the next border and hunting patrol needs to be assigned. Not to mention the water gathering patrol, for the queens and elders and the dens need repairing still so a few more cats for that task as well. Cats will be waking up soon, and if they don't have a purpose, they will be eating food that does not belong to them or causing a ruckus," he explained coolly, tail tip flicking from side to side, "so, no, I don't think its too early."

///all IC opinions aahh

☄ ----~ Zephyrbee was growing more and more concerned about Bearstorm.

Padding towards the medicine den after a relatively successful hunting patrol, he had mind to talk to Bumble about his wounds, which were throbbing painfully again, as well as to just spend time with his mate. But as he approached, he recalled the current occupants of the den, and his easy-going frown turned down harder into his usual I-dont-want-to-deal-with-this frown. Still, he needed to confront Bearstorm, demand to know what was going on with him. And it would be wise to do so now, while he knew Citrine was off talking with her brother - hopefully, getting a sharp reprimand, but he knew better than to hope for that.

Focusing back on Bearstorm, the lanky oriental peeked within the medicine den, wondering if he had snuck out against Bumble's warnings concerning his broken leg. It troubled him, recalling the fight that had caused such a serious injury. How, even with said injury, Bearstorm hadn't wanted to stop his pursuit. Murder in his eye. "Bearstorm?" Zeph called into the darkness of the den, padding in, eye narrowed.

No one had made it out of the fire unscathed. Everyone still held a scar to brandish - physical, mental, or emotional. Zephyr had his obvious face scar, but his gut still burned every single time he thought about how he had run. Left his clan-mates, then promptly passed out at the river like an idiot. He had those scars to bear, but he distracted himself from them with work and training with his new lack of sight. Bearstorm, on the other hand, didnt appear to be in much control of his own scars. He was bleeding from something, and it was changing him.

Which sucked because Zeph only just had started to trust him.