| Silverlark |
Shadow Fiend - Inactive | Just a Scratch - Inactive | Beefed Up [Tier 3] - Inactive
Rounded ears perking up at the leader's words, the muscular warrior felt his mood perk up somewhat. He might not have gotten the kill he wanted to fully avenge their medicine cat apprentice's unjust demise, but he'd had a paw in securing their victory. No matter how small a role he had played, he could live with that and be proud of what his clan had accomplished. Finally ThunderClan had been humbled and taught not to mess with those who resided in the dark. But Dawnstar was right. The squirrels were sure to try and take vengeance, incapable of noticing that what they'd just been delivered was not an unfair attack but swift and merciless retribution. Nodding along, the silver throated warrior made a mental note of keeping an eye out for potential threats whenever he was taking care of his guard duties.
It wasn't until mention of the missing apprentice was made that Silverlark's mood soured again, a snarl tugging at his scarred muzzle. ThunderClan had done
what?! You know what... It did not surprise him anymore. That clan had proven over and over again just how spineless and worthless they were. That they would sink to abducting apprentices during the chaos of battle was to be expected almost. But to abduct an apprentice after the battle was over? To take advantage of the ceasefire and to openly challenge their leader? The squirrels must have been up in the trees for too long, because obviously their heads were filled with nothing but clouds.
With surprise and the usual hatred that bubbled in his stomach assaulting him, the young warrior turned at the sound of his former mentor's voice. A cool, uncaring glare settling in his verdant eyes, the tom found himself quirking a brow at Shadefrost's words. He doubted his mentor gave a rat's about the apprentice and assumed there must be a reason for his plight, but regardless of reason, he found himself detestably agreeing with the dark furred fool. ThunderClan had given no inclination of ever doing the right thing. The noble thing. Knowing the clan and their hateful leader as he did, Lynxpaw might already be dead. Still... did that mean that they should just give up the hope of seeing the tom again?
He assumed that wasn't the case. Dawnstar seemed ready to fight for Lynxpaw. As she would be. The ShadowClan leader had always shown how she valued her clanmates... He'd been at the receiving end of that consideration, and he would not doubt her course of action now. Besides, moving instantly against ThunderClan might backfire on the clan. They may have won, but they were worn out. Another battle so soon might end with more deaths, and even defeat. Not to mention that there wasn't even concrete evidence that they would be able to save the apprentice on time. Ears pinned against his head, Silverlark gritted his teeth as he realized there were no good options here.
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