| Dapplebreeze |
Agatha Kitty - Active | Silver Tongue - Active | Beefed Up [Tier 1] - Inactive
Dapplebreeze wasn't certain what she had expected from their approach of the swampy border. Nothing good, in truth. Despite their alliance, the spotted molly's thoughts on the dark clan were as far from the light as they. So much strife had come from them for so long... the death of her own son had cemented an eternal resentment of the clan as a whole. Gratefully for the former queen, age had taught her that diplomacy was most important in situations like these. It wasn't about what she wanted... about how she wished to see the blood of these vermin run free. It was about what was good for the clan, and as of right now, Twilightstar was right. They could use the violent shadow dwellers in handling their predicament.
And yet the sounds she heard here now had her on edge. It was as if an explosion of chaos had somehow ruptured through the bog and echoed all the way to the open moors. Mismatched ears erect, eyes momentarily wide in surprise, she only turned her attention from the cacophonous brawl - for the sounds could truly be nothing less - at the sound of Leechscar's voice, concern forcing a twitch of her whiskers. The leader's son was of course correct. Twilightstar's orders had been explicit. They were to not cross the border. And frankly, the death of any cats across would be no loss to anyone as far as she was concerned... and yet this was an unforeseen situation they were now in... one that discomforted her as it argued against her natural instinct to obey the leader's command.
"The correct thing would be to follow command, yes. Twilightstar's instructions are clear. However... I do not know if it would bode to our best interests to allow our... allies," Dapplebreeze stated, the word uttered delicately,
"to handle whatever ill befalls them without lifting a claw. It could later on be argued that they have no reason to come to our aid when we refused to do as much for them. Of course... this is ShadowClan. We might very well be asking to be attacked for stepping foot in their marshes, no matter how well intentioned the act might be."
Falling silent, the senior warrior turned a steady look upon the younger, larger feline, blue hues alert. She would not take control of the situation here. It was not her patrol, and she trusted Leechscar's judgement on the situation. Twilightstar had chosen him for a reason, after all, and much like herself, she was certain the leader saw the value in the warrior beyond the familial bond they shared. What she could do, however, was provide an assessment of the situation that gave both the pros and cons to each action. The understanding that regardless of a border cross or not, the alliance could suffer from their meddling or lack thereof. Regardless the choice, she would make sure to follow command.
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