Bubblefur - Thunderclan [tags; firestrike, open, pelt - clean now, stress - 99%]
Bubblefur opened his eyes due to a ray of sunlight beaming in and reflecting off his brown silk pelt. He gave a silent yawn and got up, having no time to groom down his pelt or stretch his legs. Being crowned deputy had put a lot of weight on the petite tom but he lived up to it the best he could. He stepped carefully over all clanmates and made his way to the middle of the clearing, sending a glance to the leader's den to check if Harrierhe- star was awake. Sadly, he wasn't yet. However, someone else was. He padded over to Firestrike, a warrior from his clan, yes, but barely seen by most warriors due to his hilarious but meaningful self-assignment of the queen's role. "Good morning, Firestrike! I'm glad to see you're out of the nursery now." He teased, giving a soft smile. "Would you like to accompany me on dawn patrol?" He was polite and it was more as if he were asking a question rather than a command. Being deputy would have to catch up on him in a few moments, for now, he was calm just asking things from his warriors rather than telling them.




































