Doestrike|Jayclan Deputy|Currently Hunting|
𝓓 oestrike looked back at Nightsong's call. She did not believe what her said was true. She knew, that lost of cats hated the moment when she was chosen as deputy. Beestar's sad call announcing that Gingerhail was dead, the murmuring of the cats, and the loud call of Doestrike's name. She never felt, that horrible. For most cats, it would be the best day of their lives. For her, it was not. She loved being deputy, but her clan mates did not respect Beestar's choice that day. She knew, that now, 3 quarters of the cats the disrespect her respected her now, but about 3-4 cats did not. She had to let it go. She was deputy. She had to show leadership. And ignore them. She looked back at Nightsong, and ran deeper into the woods to hunt. She caught up to a rabbit's scent. Must have strayed off from Mouseclan territory. She crouched down, stalked forwards, and swiftly snapped the rabbit's spine. Nightsong's right. My clan mates respect me.










