Hushed Willows oh lazarus, how did your debts get paid?

Warning: minor cursing ahead :)

Had it not been for the fact he absolutely hated new recruits, and even despised the new leading female, perhaps he had taken kindly to their welcoming behavior. Why the older male was not even the least submitting pushed him further on edge, and he swallowed back his pride. He wondered how much longer he could hold this act of a gentle man up with all these foolish new faces coming along. Harlyn, or whatever her name was, did not deserve her spot. She had not proven anything and was almost as old as Trick's fucking grandma! He needed someone to discuss this with, or else he would go entirely bonkers before he even had the smallest chance of rising up in these ranks. He knew for sure too, that when times would begin to get hard here again, all these new faces would be fleeing. The fact they were at the time of the famine told enough; they had done the same to their former packs. Did Tavi truly not see how wrongly she was treating the REAL marauders? How wrongly she was treating the mighty Trick?!

Pleasure to meet you, sir Mordecai. He spoke in a sophisticated tone and the most charming of low hums. He was surprised Harharhar even remembered his name. Then again, how could one forget a name as mighty and simple as "Trick"? Warbone will be back to lead us. For now, he is still with us in the hearts of the true marauders. Trick spoke gently, as if he did not want to offend anyone, though he damn well meant to. He wanted to make them feel bad for taking the copper prince's spot as one of the superior. They did not belong here, not Harlyn, not Tavi, and none of these small little pups they had popped out.