| Lightningstorm |
Flock Together [Tier 3] - Inactive
Everything was so... loud. It was beginning to sound muffled. Lightningstorm kept wanting nothing more than to ignore the endless rumbling of cats refusing to listen to one another in an effort to be the sole voice heard. It was tough, however, as even with her quickly settling hatred of this band of loners and rogues who somehow convinced themselves that the others would die for them despite they themselves holding not a shred of loyalty for anyone other than themselves - not really, and they could tell themselves otherwise all they wanted - she still... worried. Her almond shaped eyes were on the dripping blood on Wolffang's pelt, her mind twisting it, seeing it as an omen to her own, soon to be end if she stayed in this stars forsaken place. Even the softest and shyest of cats had drawn blood here today. Nothing was sacred. Nothing was safe. Not anymore.
Large ears twitched as Twilightstar spoke, and she turned her attention to the leader, empathy coursing through her despite herself. It was clear the one eyed leader was trying her hardest. It was just... difficult. With cats like these. The ones that claimed to wish to hunt a clanmate they supposedly held love for until a moment ago. There was no affection, no trust, no anything. No one turned so quickly. Hurt? Absolutely. Suspicious and angry? Of course. But murderous? To the point of wanting to make it a game? There was never any emotional connection there. And yet there she stood, trying to shoulder the weight of cats who could honestly not give a damn about her. Of cats who would gladly turn on her if it satiated their boredom. If it made them feel higher and mightier than the stars themselves.
Lightningstorm didn't know where that strength came from, nor did she fully believe it was strength in and of itself. Twilightstar's wish to keep her clan's best interests at heart might just be the end of her, at least judging from the little show put on display here today. It was honestly disgusting of all. Even Fallownose had shown his true colors. The healer had considered him a silly tom at some point. True, she wasn't close to him - she wasn't close to anyone, not anymore - but she always thought him to be sensible enough. That thought was ruined today, and all she could think of was how much sense it made to not stick around and find out what kind of tyrannical rule he would one day hold when it was his turn to rule this worthless place.
After a moment's consideration, the healer's eyes narrowed imperceptibly before she turned her attention back towards Wolffang, padding forward to inspect the tom's cheek. The spotted she-cat had intended on placing herself between the apprentice and former deputy, but the baritone voice of Batglare soon let her know she would not need to intervene. Instead, the lithe calico glanced at the cheek, wanting to ensure the wound would not become infected and fester with the lack of herbs they were now presented with. Loath as she did this entire situation, the Oriental mix could not ignore an injured cat. It would be going against her code. Against that which she had sworn to stand by. How could she critique the blood thirsty monsters that made their home here if she turned a blind eye to one that was meant to be in her care... no matter for how short of a time now.
"Keep that cheek clean. I'll see what I can find on the way to the border. Hopefully something to help rid you of infection proper. I want no one going into the den before the patrol returns. I'll have to make inventory of what is still of use, but save a few sticks and cobwebs, I'm afraid most everything will leave. Bit of a spot to find oneself in during leafbare, innit?" Lightningstorm mewed, her voice blank, emotionless as she spoke.
She did not lie. She had every intention of finding herbs on the way to the border. If she could find any marigold, dandelion... even sunfuzz. She would of course pick it up. Someone would come back from the patrol and apply it to his cheek. Someone who hopefully would not be forced to become the next victim of this clan's volatile, self serving nature. With nothing else to add, however, she soon padded away to join Twilightstar and Cowtuft, barely noticing Firestorm's hopeful look as she sat down, waiting for this whole nightmare to be over with.
She smiled, rolling a snow-ball up and taking a bite.
Swiftkit's ears flicked in interest, hearing the apprentice. "Mm. Yes. Snow tastes good. I like thick snow. It hurts my head though." He took a bite out of some more snow. "Do you like snow?"
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Scorchedfang was impassive, maintaining a grim composure as the verdict was stated. No more words were needed, no more venom would drip from a honeyed performance.
Beneath the solemn mask lay a cat giddy from the show. Who knew such an experiment would end in such fireworks? It had everything-- tears, drama, death; the loss of a beloved who fell below Clan standards without malice. Of course he knew the truth of things, but these were not something he dare show visibly. Falcondive was no fool.
No... Fellcone was not. This was a step in the right direction for WindClan, breaking them from the calm tranquility that left them lazy, sluggish. Cats with half a brain would be worked up, antsy. On guard for whatever the world threw at them next. He anticipated more explosive behaviors from this upheaval of innocence.
Scorchedfang understood that his little antics could not continue so brazenly, he could not risk suspicion or being caught. He'd keep his head low, watch things play out. Restoring the herb supply seemed like a fair task while many cats worried about escorting the exiled."Well, then I suppose I will start looking for herbs to replace what will be lost. Fallownose!" He had not seen him in the chaos, and his gaze searched the dying crowd. "Darling, care to join me?"
Some idiot was raving about exiling Twilightstar, perhaps engaging with the walking Stupiditystorm would lure his dear deputy in. Fallownose seemed to like fighting morons, for some reason. Scorchedfang found it leaned toward being a waste of time. "Wildstorm, is it? You must have some moss in your ears, because it is clear you have not been paying attention. You want to exile Twilightstar.. because she enforced the Clan's overall will?" A prod, let the loon cry and see if his beau answers the call. [ @Lillith @Cubeisdagoat ]
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Originally Posted by Cubeisdagoat
"Well then, HOW ABOUT TWILIGHTSTAR JOINS HIM?!" Wildstorm suddenly yowled over the chaos. "HE WAS FRAMED, BY WHO I DON'T KNOW BUT I KNOW ONE THING- THIS IS SOMETHING COWTUFT WOULDN'T DO. HE MUST'VE NEVER EVEN REALIZED SOMEONE HAD SLIPPED DEATHBERRIES IN WITH THE HERBS TO SPOIL THEM, SO DON'T GO BLAMING HIM!" His fierce and annoyed tone rang across the clearing.
He had said his part, and was disappointed when the Clan still chose exile. It was true that while Cowtuft did not have as much training as a normal warrior, it was not a death sentence. The former medicine cat knew where the twolegplace was. Who's to say he doesn't just decide to get himself taken care of by a nice pair of twolegs and live a comfortable life while those he killed had theirs cut short? Or he could simply trade his healing skills for shelter with another outsider. There were so many options, and yet none of his Clanmates realized it. It was... disheartening.
Fallownose had fully intended to leave camp to get some fresh air by himself when Wildstorm's yowling accompanied by Sorchedfang's call caught his attention. It was the last straw for Fallownose. Berryfrost's death, the argument over allying with ShadowClan at the last meeting, Cowtuft's exile, and now this?! He knew he had been changing. Anyone would after the most recent events, but he hadn't expected it to be this extreme. But Fallownose knew now who he was. Who he had to be. And what he had to do.
The fur along the deputy's spine was raised in fury as he made his way over to the two, though it was clear his anger was only directed at one of the toms. "Wildstorm, either give me a name and proof of who framed Cowtuft, or shut your mouth and get the hell out of WindClan. Is your brain so small that you want to exile our leader because the Clan voted on exile? Where do you get off thinking that you have the power to make such a decision? I suggest you think very carefully about your words and actions from here on out. Scorchedfang and I are going to gather herbs, if I come back and here so much of a whisper of you talking about exiling Twilightstar, you'll be the one exiled instead. Do I make myself clear?"
He didn't wait for Wildstorm's response, turning his back on the warrior to show just how little he cared for the other's words and instead looking at Scorchedfang. "I would love to join you. I fear if I stay here I might do some things I will later regret."
He had said his part, and was disappointed when the Clan still chose exile. It was true that while Cowtuft did not have as much training as a normal warrior, it was not a death sentence. The former medicine cat knew where the twolegplace was. Who's to say he doesn't just decide to get himself taken care of by a nice pair of twolegs and live a comfortable life while those he killed had theirs cut short? Or he could simply trade his healing skills for shelter with another outsider. There were so many options, and yet none of his Clanmates realized it. It was... disheartening.
Fallownose had fully intended to leave camp to get some fresh air by himself when Wildstorm's yowling accompanied by Sorchedfang's call caught his attention. It was the last straw for Fallownose. Berryfrost's death, the argument over allying with ShadowClan at the last meeting, Cowtuft's exile, and now this?! He knew he had been changing. Anyone would after the most recent events, but he hadn't expected it to be this extreme. But Fallownose knew now who he was. Who he had to be. And what he had to do.
The fur along the deputy's spine was raised in fury as he made his way over to the two, though it was clear his anger was only directed at one of the toms. "Wildstorm, either give me a name and proof of who framed Cowtuft, or shut your mouth and get the hell out of WindClan. Is your brain so small that you want to exile our leader because the Clan voted on exile? Where do you get off thinking that you have the power to make such a decision? I suggest you think very carefully about your words and actions from here on out. Scorchedfang and I are going to gather herbs, if I come back and here so much of a whisper of you talking about exiling Twilightstar, you'll be the one exiled instead. Do I make myself clear?"
He didn't wait for Wildstorm's response, turning his back on the warrior to show just how little he cared for the other's words and instead looking at Scorchedfang. "I would love to join you. I fear if I stay here I might do some things I will later regret."
Wildstorm had left the clearing before anything else could be said. Clearly, and most certainly, something had been affecting Wildstorn lately.
With the stress Twilightstar must be under, Fallownose figured he should take the matter of reclaiming WindClan's territory from ThunderClan into his own paws. Bumblestar had agreed to give it to them at the previous Gathering, so he wasn't expecting trouble. Still, he would take enough cats that if there was they wouldn't be instantly slaughtered, but not enough to be deemed a threat.
"Those of you who are not busy, I need five cats to accompany me to the Thunderglade to move the border. For those who weren't at the most recent Gathering, Bumblestar agreed to give us the territory that Flintstar stole from us around fourty-six moons ago. Apprentices aged nine moons and up are welcome to volunteer, but I will only be taking a maximum of two and you must have battle training. If you're interested, say so now as I plan to head out as soon as I have enough cats."
[OPEN - this is first come first serve unless Fallow hates you]
With the stress Twilightstar must be under, Fallownose figured he should take the matter of reclaiming WindClan's territory from ThunderClan into his own paws. Bumblestar had agreed to give it to them at the previous Gathering, so he wasn't expecting trouble. Still, he would take enough cats that if there was they wouldn't be instantly slaughtered, but not enough to be deemed a threat.
"Those of you who are not busy, I need five cats to accompany me to the Thunderglade to move the border. For those who weren't at the most recent Gathering, Bumblestar agreed to give us the territory that Flintstar stole from us around fourty-six moons ago. Apprentices aged nine moons and up are welcome to volunteer, but I will only be taking a maximum of two and you must have battle training. If you're interested, say so now as I plan to head out as soon as I have enough cats."
[OPEN - this is first come first serve unless Fallow hates you]
Littleshock's ears perked up at Fallownose's call. She hadn't been at the last gathering, and didn't bother to listen to the last clan meeting - so this was news to her. At least it's good news, Thunderclan finally givin' us our own land back. We better not be thankin' them for finally comin' to their senses.
She approached the deputy with a slight skip in her step. "I'll go." Truthfully she was more excited for something to happen than anything else, but he didn't need to know that.
With the stress Twilightstar must be under, Fallownose figured he should take the matter of reclaiming WindClan's territory from ThunderClan into his own paws. Bumblestar had agreed to give it to them at the previous Gathering, so he wasn't expecting trouble. Still, he would take enough cats that if there was they wouldn't be instantly slaughtered, but not enough to be deemed a threat.
"Those of you who are not busy, I need five cats to accompany me to the Thunderglade to move the border. For those who weren't at the most recent Gathering, Bumblestar agreed to give us the territory that Flintstar stole from us around fourty-six moons ago. Apprentices aged nine moons and up are welcome to volunteer, but I will only be taking a maximum of two and you must have battle training. If you're interested, say so now as I plan to head out as soon as I have enough cats."
[OPEN - this is first come first serve unless Fallow hates you]
With the stress Twilightstar must be under, Fallownose figured he should take the matter of reclaiming WindClan's territory from ThunderClan into his own paws. Bumblestar had agreed to give it to them at the previous Gathering, so he wasn't expecting trouble. Still, he would take enough cats that if there was they wouldn't be instantly slaughtered, but not enough to be deemed a threat.
"Those of you who are not busy, I need five cats to accompany me to the Thunderglade to move the border. For those who weren't at the most recent Gathering, Bumblestar agreed to give us the territory that Flintstar stole from us around fourty-six moons ago. Apprentices aged nine moons and up are welcome to volunteer, but I will only be taking a maximum of two and you must have battle training. If you're interested, say so now as I plan to head out as soon as I have enough cats."
[OPEN - this is first come first serve unless Fallow hates you]
Crowtooth didnt think he'd moved this fast to get up in awhile and it showed in the sort of squawking noise he made trying to breath. So, regrets existed. However the tom was there thank you very much and raring to go, breath misting in the winter air.
"No. You wanted to hunt down an exiled Clanmate like he was piece of prey. If you want to be useful, get out of my sight and go hunting for something the Clan can actually eat."
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Softsong stood, shaking the dust out of her coat. "You can count me in," she mewed, giving Littleshock a side-eye as she volunteered. It proved unnecessary, as Fallownose quickly dismissed her. Oh, would you look at that - the consequences of your own fox-hearted words.
Poppysong earned a side-eye as well, though for different reasons. How many times had she told them to rest that leg now? It was obvious by now she couldn't stop them, but she would be speaking to Lightningstorm on their behalf. And perhaps enlisting Hawkfur to the cause.
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