Private Camp r/nosleep [Sablestar]

[WOLFPACK]

AND I AM SORRY MY CONSCIENCE CALLED IN SICK AGAIN​

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Hierarchy was a newer concept to Wolfpack, not entirely unknown from the concept alone, but certainly not practiced. A cat who moved and lived alone had no need for things like rank. They were their own master, and the master of whatever they were strong enough to enforce their will on, be it cat, mouse, or territory.

But he could understand the need for something different here. It might be feasible to expect one cat to oversee and manage the actions and well-being of five or ten cats, but Shadowclan easily doubled that in size and Sable couldn't realistically be expected to have eyes and ears everywhere. There was too much to manage in a single day, and not even Wolfpack would have been keen on shouldering that kind of power if the exchange was his freedom or sanity. Anything the mottled tomcat did was for the sheer want of it– the second that desire left him, so too did his interest.

So he couldn't exactly fault his leader for wanting other cats to handle some of the workload for him. He couldn't say he was thrilled that Mothbite and Possumgrin were considered anything significant, but Smogmaws voice on the council was one he'd have an easier time listening to.

His own promotion to Deputy was surprising only in the sense that he hadn't known Sablestar was planning on taking one. Call it realistic thinking or just plain arrogance, but in Wolfs opinion there weren't many suitable cats to choose from to begin with. It meant his odds had been good from the beginning, but it wasn't something he'd been particularly concerned about. Power and influence had many was of being acquired– though he could admit he rather liked seeing his leader just hand it over to him like this.

Speaking of his lovely leader.

"Sablestar." he called, catching the tom as they were about to retire to their den for the night. "I wanted to speak with you– about my new position."

The explanation came as he made his way over, hoping the older tom didn't have a liable excuse to brush him off. This was actually kind of important.

"More specifically, I need clarification on certain things."

Things that would hopefully put them on the same page going forward.

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OOC- @SABLESTAR
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lshadowclan deputy - male - a large, monochrome chimera with mismatched eyes and several scars​

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[SABLESTAR]

It is late, and while Sablestar had practically turned into an owl at the start of their new lives and Clanhood, he still remained in camp for a short time when his more dawn-centered warriors went to their dens. It was a gesture out of care, mostly, he wanted them to use the waning moments as a final chance to get their say in before sleep took over. It worked, most the time, to stand as a visual reminder. The tide of the meeting had left plenty satisfied enough to not approach him with questions, to which he assumed would most likely come from those he promoted, anyhow. It was uncommon ground to have authority when there was none before. Subjected to the laws of the land with a single overseer to peacekeep.

Sablestar pushed through the reeds to take a short rest before heading out for a midnight hunt, only pausing as he heard his name. He turned his head to acknowledge Wolfpack with a nod and silently motion for tom to join him in the depths of the white cedar. "We can talk in here, not too loud, though." The reeds offered a buffer for the noise, but he still didn't want the possibility of lingering eavesdroppers.

"That would benefit both of us, wouldn't it." Sablestar answered in jest as he settled comfortably in the dark of his den. "What do you think being my deputy means, what it allows you to do? We can start there." Sable wouldn't show his hand so quickly- if this setup was going to work, they would both have to offer some sort of transparency first.

this heart beats cold like the devil his own

• "mew"
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  SABLESTAR— he/him ･fifty-four moons ･leader; shadowclan ･penned by gonkpilled

  a black and white tuxedo with dark amber eyes

 

[WOLFPACK]

AND I AM SORRY MY CONSCIENCE CALLED IN SICK AGAIN​

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Wolf nodded, following Sablestar into the depths of the cedar– a part of camp he hadn't yet seen with his own two eyes. It could hardly be the focus of things now, however, and he hummed in agreement as he sat before Shadowclans leader.

"I don't know." he admitted voice lined with just a touch of frustration. He didn't want to beat around the bush with mind games. "You assigned me as Deputy to enforce your will and to ensure that the strength and survival of this clan are kept a priority going forward. I would assume that means you want me to help you carry out your vision for this place, whatever that is." he answered easily, because Wolfpack was sure of that much. He'd understood Sablestar loud and clear up there.

"And that's where my problem lies. I can't carry out your will if I don't know what that is. How you would deal with trespasser, what you'd have done to clanmates that refuse to respect or obey your laws, and so on. " Because it was no secret that their minds and priorities didn't always align. What one of them might think acceptable could be completely baffling or unthinkable to the other, and unless they had a clear line of expectations, things could get messy fast.

"I'd be.. disappointed, if you were to question my ability to serve as your second over something as silly as a simple misunderstanding." he concluded, hoping that summed up the majority of his 'feelings' on the matter. This new rank was something Wolfpack was rather pleased to have, and if he was stripped of it because he made a decision that ended up not aligning with Sables simply because they hadn't formally discussed it… well, that'd be pretty fucking annoying.
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shadowclan deputy - male - a large, monochrome chimera with mismatched eyes and several scars​

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