Twigleg would bristle when Deadmoon began talking to the other clancats. Twigleg was foul tempered at the best of days. He would instantly look over at Deadmoon and hiss. "Hey mousebrain why would you go blabbering with the other clan at the border! We were sent here to do a job not chitchat!" Twigleg growled making sure to look over at the Riverclanners with the utmost displeasure. 'Starclan above! The scent of the fish was so strong at the moment it make me want to gag.' Twigleg thought. He wasn't about to be civil with these cats. Twigleg simply carried on with his duty of marking the border. He was barely restrained with his own clan cats he wasn't about to make an attempt at playing nice with fishbreath. @gs29513 @Luna16 @Idiotic.Bean101 @Estelle
AND the fish were not friendly. Deadmoon had sort of expected as much, but it was still a bit sobering all the same. Apparently other clans didn't seem too big on the whole 'live and let grudges die' thing. Then again, most of Windclan wasn't big on that either if their initial reactions to the temporary Shadowclan team up had been any indication. Ah, well, she'd tried. The only upside was Splashleap had been smart enough to keep her slimy mouth shut. That might have pissed Deadmoon off, if she'd talked, but it had been a curt response from the cat who seemed to be in charge.
Twigleg, on the other paw, seemed to have taken personal exception to her attempt at politeness. Well, if that was how he wanted to play it, fine. Deadmoon could be a pain in the tail too if she so desired, and as soon as the fish were gone (they left quite quickly, clearly having gotten most of their marking done before the Windclan patrol's arrival) she whirled upon her fellow warrior. You don't have to like Riverclan cats she even didn't like them herself but you can't go around hissing at them all the time! The last thing they need is to be challenged immediately upon returning, and you're far more likely to do that than my inquiry about circumstances Crowtooth heard about FROM THEM.
Her hackles were well and truly up now. She couldn't quite say why (probably her generally reactive nature combined with the way she'd been spoiling for a way to vent her frustration for moons now), but Deadmoon was not about to let Twigleg walk away. Last I checked there's no rule against being friendly, and you certainly shouldn't be acting a fool and hissing at everyone just because you're grumpy for some pathetic reason. Pot, meet kettle, Deadmoon was also pissy because of a nonsensical cause, but she was never the most rational soul. Let's go back to camp. she decided, turning tail. Hopefully Silverrose would forgive their little outburst and be chill about the whole thing. Stars above, if Twigleg had another smart comment to make she might just lose it.
(Deadmoon being a buttockus isn't representative of my opinion in any way!)
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Splashleap was rather studiously ignoring what was going on across the border, marking her section dilligently enough before falling in line behind Caveclaw. She just wanted to leave, didn't want to see reminders of her past and failings and anger in Live HD 5k. No thank you, Splashleap was ready to go right behind Caveclaw and Rainpaw. @Estelle @Lightningpaw666 @Idiotic.Bean101 @Luna16
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Kittens, truly! Even worse than Deadmoon idly chatting with the RiverClanners across the border, Twigleg had to go and make a scene about it. Honestly. Did any of them even do their job? Really, now. Even she - and she was rather opiniated - could keep her maw shut when clearly no one was causing any directly destructive trouble. But no, naturally, WindClan had to go an open their big mouths. ''Please, Twigleg, keep the arguing for after we've returned to camp.''
She gave a heavy sigh, oh, the youngins of the clan. With a light flick of her tail and the border marked, Silverrose nodded and followed the pair back to camp.
Though the sun bakes down on Windclans territory and the day is dry and hot there is no fire to be found here. Various scents float to you on the wind but overall the area is quiet and clear. The danger is elsewhere.
[‘Sorry’ assigned spotter (and you better be them if youre reacting to this post), there is no fire here. Boring but sure to be a relief!]
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It had been awhile since she had been here. Well, actually been here, in the right state of mind. The meeting where her brother had yet again disappointed her was still fresh in her mind, having ran to the WindClan border before quickly departing. Now though, as Stormstar patrolled the edge, she couldn't help but look further into WindClan territory. Her paw steps slow as she blinked, coming to a stop altogether to gaze out at the rolling hills.
Odd. That was the only feeling she could use to describe the emotion within her - underneath the rage, that is. The words of Crow-food still rang in her head, of how he had attacked Wisteria in the battle that drove WindClan from their home. It made her dig her claws - when had they slid out? - deep into the soil as if to root herself there and not go bolting right into WindClan territory to snuff the life from the tom. She'd done it once before, it should be easy enough to do again. WindClan's deputy's didn't exactly have a history of defending themselves against her-
...Oh? Approaching WindClan scent caught her attention and out of reflex the gray-furred leader slid behind some clumped together undergrowth on RiverClan's side, blue eyes peering out from her concealed spot. The familiar lilac pelt of the older leader came into view, and Stormstar was surprised by the sudden urge to just... leap out. Because she knew as much as Crow-food could bleed under her claws, if she took out WindClan's leader, that wound might be more fatal to the tom.
Her surroundings turned into a mixture of colors while she raced along the moors. Her thoughts drifted back to the little one and the clan she left behind. She was sure Coyotekit would return to the nursery safely, and Lightingstorm would mind the clan alright while she was out. Still, thoughts of them being devoured by flames danced in the back of her head.
The leader's paws slowed as the riverbank and lethal cliffs appeared within her sight. Her chest heaved as she breathed the disgusting scent of fish through her parted maw. The leader needed a breather, she was not as young as she had been and it felt like her heart was racing faster than she had been running. Twilightstar kept a good fox-length away from the flatter plains of forestland beyond the border. As if to combat her worrisome thoughts of her clan going up in flames, her mind brought forth poor Fallownose, his death at this border, and what his last thoughts were. Had he thought he'd go for a stroll expecting to be home and in his nest later not knowing he'd be cruelly ripped away from them? From her?
Her Fallow lookalike flashed behind her eyes, Peachkit. Her son and the memory of the cat she named him after calmed the turmoil in her heart. She'd never get over what the Cowardlylion took from her and WindClan, but she'd accept it and had to move on. She was done hating RiverClan and their deputy and hoped they'd learned something from their exile, she had learned something from their exile. The stupid kid RiverClan called a deputy. Twilightstar saw a glimmer of potential in Dusklion that she failed to see in the current RiverClan leader or any of their past ones. She'd be the one to make a difference, or so Twilightstar liked to believe.
With her last life on the line, thoughts of mortality plagued her like a bad case of green cough. She did not fear death. When you've died as many times as she had each time more gruesome and painful, it starts to become numbing. The lilac feline was fearful, not for herself, but for her clan and all those she'd leave behind.
The shift in wind brought the leader out of her thoughts and her hackles raised in alarm. The fresh RiverClan scent had her scanning the border, swearing she felt eyes on her seeing a flash of blue in the undergrowth. She jerked her head and stared when a loud splash sounded from the river. She sees nothing in the water and faintly recalls the otters. How had she forgotten about them? Perhaps the impending doom of WindClan burning to the ground played its part?
Look at her, lost in a daze like an old lady, Leechscar might be right. Perhaps she should retire, but the mere thought was too silly to even consider, especially after all she's given up. She should focus on things she'd like to do once WindClan beat these flames and things returned to normal. Hint at one of her older kits to give her grandkids, between the two and her unofficial adoption of Crowtooth, one of them should be able to manage. Or maybe she should bug Hawkfur and Dapplebreeze and see if they'd let her adopt the bird babies as her grandkids, she wouldn't mind co-grandmothering with Dapplebreeze, that sounded easier.
Twilightstar drops into a stretch and turns her back to the RiverClan border, unknowingly leaving herself vulnerable to the fiend lurking in the shadows, while she silently hypes herself up to run the rest of the way to the falls and back home. No more breaks, she's taken a long enough one here.
[Everyone say bye bye to Twi! She had a good run]
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She's so close. Right there, just a few tail-lengths across the border. The thoughts that race through Stormstar's head are gruesome, each one more bloody than the last. Ways in which she can rip and tear, break and crush. How violent she can make Twilightstar's death, because screw whatever sense of admiration she held for the WindClan leader - Crow-food needed to bleed. He needed to hurt for what he had done. Red swam in her vision as the RiverClan leader slowly started forward, claws already out and tail straight out behind her.
One leap. One chance to catch the older leader off-guard, to sink claws into her shoulder and drag her into the water. A death by drowning - that would be fitting. That would teach Crow-food. That would -
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A blink. Then another.
Sounds started coming back slowly and the feeling of grass under her paws. Light trickled into the corners of her black-ringed vision and Stormstar came to. The dark thoughts and whispers in her ear dissolved like morning mist in sunlight. Suddenly she was aware of the ache in her chest, the one that had convinced her she could've really, truly lost Wisteriawren to that WindClan deputy. It laps at the anger first, gentle like waves, then softly erases the rest. It leaves her feeling hollow, and the pale yellow eyes of Fallownose flash through her mind.
No.
Anger and hatred had clouded her judgement before, and RiverClan had suffered for it. Her Clan, her home, the cats she loved more than herself... they had all suffered for it. Even with the rage still bubbling underneath the sense of grief, Stormstar knew she couldn't do it. As much as she wanted to make that snarky black and white tom suffer, she wouldn't do it at the expense of RiverClan.
Swallowing back tears and forcing her fur to lie flat, Stormstar backed up slowly from the undergrowth, her eyes never leaving Twilightstar. She made sure to move slowly, hoping the splashing in the river would cover her quiet retreating steps (she never thought she'd be thankful to the otters). Soon enough she was further away from the border, letting her gaze linger for a bit more on the WindClan leader. A beat, and then Stormstar turned and disappeared back into RiverClan territory.
She would not kill Twilightstar.
She would not give in to her convictions like she had last time.
She would not damn RiverClan, even if doing so meant damning her own heart.
[ @Moonraven - surprise for everyone reading! no twi death yet teehee thanks for reading! @Rani @Mica @Alchemist Kitsune we pulled off the fake-out high five hehehe ]
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