What a load of complete and utter dung.
“Spineless,” Redmire spat. That wasn’t what they meant and Fadingstar damn well knew it! If some cats got trials and they spoke out about it, that meant every cat should get a trial, not that Fadingstar should do away with them entirely. Consequences for speaking, consequences for doing, consequences for
thinking, unless you were someone who had landed on the right side of his bias and suddenly it was sunshine and rainbows until your dying day in the face of the shadow of judgement and hate he threw over the rest of his Clanmates.
So let’s rattle off the new hit-list, shall we?
Cats Redmire really wished she could do away with, without getting caught, in order of least hateful to cats she really wanted to off as soon as possible: anyone who had chosen to abstain the vote like cowards, everyone who had voted for Duskleaf to keep his position, Spiraltail, Duskleaf himself, Mistyshard, Larkwing, and finally, to top it all off, Fadingstar.
“I’ll take you out later,” she muttered to Ravenpaw.
“I need to cool off.” She didn’t want to end up hurting her apprentice in her anger. She’d never forgive herself. With a sharp lash of her tail, she turned to storm away from the meeting and out of the rotting den.
Maybe she’d go hit up the WindClan border again just to piss the guy off, and at least get a chance to take some of her ire out when all of his little minions inevitably all came rushing after her.
[ @
Luna16 for ravenpaw ]