Sun Mote Copse Mirror, mirror on the wall...

Promotion?

Niamh had been promoted before; she'd been hungry for it, and had wanted the rank and the power that came with it....Until she couldn't handle it anymore, and then had to deal with the shame of having her rank removed. She felt a lump rise in her throat, but she perked her ears when Wraen mentioned that Towhee had already proposed the idea of stepping up into leadership. She liked the sound of this- as she liked the way that Towhee ran things. She wondered what might've prompted Wraen's decision...But then again, the seed had apparently been planted a while ago when Towhee had first volunteered the idea. 

When Wraen spoke to her then, she felt the nerves return. She'd been asked to join the leadership before- and her unstable emotional state had eventually driven her to lose her rank, though Quixote had spared her the shame of being 'fired' by announcing that she had chosen to step down. In part, she hadn't recovered from that- and was perfectly content to work her tail off in support of leaders that she respected. And when she heard the name Blackthorns she felt something twinge within her chest, as she still felt insecure, in the wake of Colt's death, about her position as a Blackthorn. But there she was, still clinging to his surname, and being asked to step up alongside his sister and her mate. 

She bit her lip in thought as they were given time to decide, but Towhee already knew her decision- though it was delivered without much emotion or excitement. She nodded, not wanting to be the one left behind, and let got of her lip, giving Wraen a small smile. "I do too," She said.