Serpentberry tuts, her usual tight-lipped smile forming a thin line. An apprentice sits before her, freshly de-thorned but with wounds still weeping. Some have been slathered in an unnamed paste, whilst other cuts have been left to the air - she calls it the idiot reserve. It had been several minutes since this very apprentice approached her, whimpering over the cause of their predicament. A scared squirrel chased into a thorn bush... "That'll teach you some caution, won't it?" She says, eventually. At least the prey was caught. Her gaze falls to the side, to the tom who had instructed the crying kit-apprentice towards her.
The apprentice leaves as she starts speaking again, "Are you enjoying it, Brightpetal?" she posits, and the siren smile she wears returns with a vengeance. Her tail flicks against the ground, a snake bounding for its prey. "Being responsible for everyone, I mean. After all, if it's not Juni, it's you. Oh, it sounds a little daunting when said like that...!" Serpentberry leans back on her haunches, turning on her heel to trot back into her den. Her tail beckons the tom to follow, should he want to entertain the conversation. StarClan knows she'd enjoy it if he did.
"Have you thought about what it means?" She has. Brightstar means her friend is dead and buried, with all of her lives gone with her, her children sufficiently orphaned, and her friends left behind. That's what the young tom represents to her, now. Poor, poor Brightpetal. "StarClan would approve, I think. They like the young and foolish ones..." she trails off with her lie, an ear twitching.
The apprentice leaves as she starts speaking again, "Are you enjoying it, Brightpetal?" she posits, and the siren smile she wears returns with a vengeance. Her tail flicks against the ground, a snake bounding for its prey. "Being responsible for everyone, I mean. After all, if it's not Juni, it's you. Oh, it sounds a little daunting when said like that...!" Serpentberry leans back on her haunches, turning on her heel to trot back into her den. Her tail beckons the tom to follow, should he want to entertain the conversation. StarClan knows she'd enjoy it if he did.
"Have you thought about what it means?" She has. Brightstar means her friend is dead and buried, with all of her lives gone with her, her children sufficiently orphaned, and her friends left behind. That's what the young tom represents to her, now. Poor, poor Brightpetal. "StarClan would approve, I think. They like the young and foolish ones..." she trails off with her lie, an ear twitching.