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Post by Đarκsong on Oct 15, 2008 19:54:50 GMT -5
Darksong padded into camp, his paws weighted down by a sea of different emotions. His pelt was completely soaked in blood, so much so that he appeared to be a crimson tom instead of an ebony one. The look in his amber eyes conveyed that he was elsewhere, and not entirely focused on the present. His mind pondered the future.
Patchstar would surely exile him, if not attempt to kill him. Darksong thought "attempt" since the chubby leader was defiantly no match for him, especially considering the kind of day Darksong had. He was determined to stand up for what was right even if it meant killing.
The old Darksong wouldn't even have returned to camp. He hadn't cared about anyone in the clan. Now things were different; he had Rainclaw and their kits to look after. In addition, there weren't many cats in the clan Darksong truly disliked. His hatred was saved for Patchstar.
Why did it seem to him that everyone besides him and Starredmyst (and perhaps a select few others, Darksong didn't recall specifically who) wouldn't dare defy the leader to his face? Were they content in their maltreatment? Did they prefer to ignore Starclan? Darksong thought they all must be daft.
Then again, Darksong recalled his attitude towards Tornspirit's musings about a rebellion. At that point in his life, all Darksong wanted was to be accepted in the clan and live out his life however he pleased. His pursuits were rather selfish. Even his widely disliked father thought of the clan's future before his own.
Darksong supposed that meant he had finally become Tornspirit. It was an inevitable thing he had always dread, yet now that it had happened he was content with it. He felt much happier than he was before.
And yet...
He felt as though he had to do something to help the clan. There were so many decent cats in the clan who deserved a better leader than Patchstar.
This time, Darksong knew exactly what he must do. He didn't need a sign or dream from Starclan.
Patchstar had to die.
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Post by ♫.Starredmyst on Oct 21, 2008 16:19:50 GMT -5
Starredmyst had returned to camp not long before Darksong. More than one cat had retreated in offense when she'd walked in with blood splashed on her fur and bluntly -- even rudely -- refused to answer their questions; her own mind was still in a turmoil, and she wasn't nearly as content in her decision as the tom who had just returned.
Patchstar...like it or not, he was her father. She owed him that. But at the same time, she was an adult, and she was also his Clanmate...and she knew he shouldn't be leader anymore. She knew he was going bad, that he had turned hard, cruel. She knew where StarClan wanted her to stand.
He was still her father. She was supposed to love him. Why did she have to feel so cold, so hurt whenever she thought of him? She just couldn't know what to think.
But there was one blessing. It wasn't in her paws anymore -- Darksong was the one who was truly angry. He was one who wanted justice. All she had to do was follow him.
A murmur began to stir in the entrance.
"StarClan! Riss, get over here --"
"Is that --"
"I'm gonna ask him! Darksong, why --"
A thud. "Shut up, Silv, don't get involved -- get a look at his face! That's blood..."
Starredmyst looked up. Darksong had arrived in camp, and he was covered ears-to-paws in Snowdrift- and Secret's blood. For a brief moment she felt sick, looking at that, but reminded herself coldly of what had happened and what she knew she needed to do. A strange numbness began to seep in her veins as she hurried up to the tom, killing the heart-pounding thrill of dread.
"What are you going to do?" she asked him quietly without a word of preamble, looking the tom squarely in the eyes. Cats jostled behind them; she ignored them. There was a strange look on Darksong's face -- determined, but darker than that. For a brief moment the anxiousness cried out again in her veins.
OOc;{-will enter other characters as the scene gets bigger- Patchy won't come out till somebody makes him, lazybutt. xD}
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Post by Đarκsong on Oct 22, 2008 19:23:06 GMT -5
Darksong could hear other cats whispering about him, yet he didn't care. Silverdust even called to him. There was no way he'd tell her anything. He did, however, give Starredmyst an answer of sorts when she spoke to him.
"I'm going to do what I have to do." Darksong replied bluntly. He avoided looking into her eyes as he spoke, not wanting to give away his intentions.
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Post by რoonwhisker on Oct 25, 2008 9:24:58 GMT -5
Rainclaw and Rippedheart were together, as usual. Today 'Uncle Rippedheart' was visiting Greenkit and Arrowkit for the millionth time. Rainclaw didn't mind at all. In fact, she enjoyed the company over Dawnflight and Wiltedflower. They were always fussing over her even though she was fine. The little kits had grown used to Rippedheart being around.
"They're so cute, I can't get over it," Rippedheart was meowing before the scent of blood hit his nose. He quickly turned his head towards the source of the smell. "Rainclaw there's something wrong, I'm gonna check it out," he meowed quickly.
He hurried out of the nursery to see Darksong and Starredmyst, covered in blood. Cat blood. His mouth hung open. He looked around for Moonwhisker...
Moonwhisker walked out of the warriors den. She'd smelled it too. Blood. It was Darksong, she wasn't surprised. But Starredmyst too? She walked around them, going in front of them. "What happened?" she demanded.
Meanwhile Rippedheart had found Rissingdawn and Silverdust. "Whats going on?" he asked, greeting them, his voice was anxious. Mainly for his sister and her kits. |
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Post by ☆§wìftflame☆ on Oct 26, 2008 10:10:18 GMT -5
{soo sorry was at meppers house] Swiftflame awoke to a chorus of startled and horrified meows. She had been napping in the warriors den, but now she was wide awake, adrenaline coursing through her veins. What could be happening to cause this kind of disturbance in camp? Eyes wide, Swiftflame launched herself out of the warriors den and into the clearing, tail lashing from side to side. Her gaze darted around the clearing, searching wildly for the source of the disturbance. Her gaze found its target immediately, and was unable to contain a gasp of disdainful surprise. Darksong was drenched in blood, and had a look of cold cruelty upon his face. Horrified, Swiftflame automatically looked for her sister and her offspring, and found Dawnflight and Rainpaw together near the fresh-kill pile with similar looks of shock on their faces. Swiftflame felt a pang of extra sympathy for Rainpaw, who had probably never even seen blood before. Dragging her glare back up to Darksong, Swiftflame knew instinctively that he had been up to no good. [wow that was corny] She looked sharply around for Moon whisker or some other figure of authority, determined to bring Darksong to justice for whatever his crime may have been.
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Echopaw was curled among the shadows when Darksong entered, and looked up silently as the blood-soaked cat entered, smelling of Snowdrift, death, and something else the ignored apprentice couldn't quite place. Knowing instinctively that this could be a turning point in Darksong;s clan life, Echopaw rose fluidly and tread softly to stand in a shadow not far from thew cruel cat, ready to join him at a moments notice. Echopaw knew that Darksong had the right ideas about things - Patchstar was around the bend, and nothing was bringing him back. It was time for change, or this clan was no longer for him. Maybe Darksong would be the path on which that change could take Echopaw.
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Dawnflight gasped in frightened horror when Darksong entered the clearing, and instinctively stood in front of Rainpaw, shielding her from danger. She growled threateningly as her only too recently apprenticed kit protested. Dawnflight wasn't about to fight, but nothing would harm her kit if she could help it.
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Jaywing swiveled her heavily padded neck away from her meal in surprise when the smell of blood crept into her sensitive nostrils. "S'tha' bloo'? Moo-whsk'r, Patchst'r, wha's go'n on? S's'mcat inj'rd?" [/b] In her confusion and fear for thye wellness of the others in the clan, Jaywing had forgotten about the plump vole that lay before her. But suddenly the delicious aroma of still-warm vole reached her nose once again, and the obese cat returned happily to her meal.[/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by ♫.Starredmyst on Oct 26, 2008 10:35:46 GMT -5
OOc;{Sorry to post over your WIP Laur, only doing it 'cuz this is all plottish xD}
Starredmyst told herself she didn't know what Darksong meant, even as she looked in his eyes and felt a chill at what he was about to do. She opened her mouth to question him further -- her? stalling? since when did she stall? -- but then Moonwhisker padded up to them.
"What happened?" the she-cat demanded. Starredmyst took a deep breath, refocusing; reminding herself of what she really needed to do. She looked Moonwhisker square in the eye.
"We took care of the rogue that killed Snowdrift. We need to talk to Patchstar now, Moonwhisker. He wouldn't help us. Something has to change."
Risingdawn glanced over at Rippedheart, making room for the tom between him and Silverdust. "We're not sure," he answered his old friend quietly, eyes worried. "He -- Darksong, he just walked in all covered in blood."
"Some of it's Snowdrift's," Silv broke in suddenly. Riss looked at her. "He buried her."
"Snowdrift is D --"
"Only there wasn't that much blood...maybe he got the rogue too. I wonder why he looks so mad..."
"Snowdrift is DEAD?"
"Yeah, didn't I tell you?"
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Post by Đarκsong on Nov 11, 2008 10:36:57 GMT -5
Mothflight was resting in the Warriors den when the scent of blood reached his nostrils. It wasn't just any blood though; he was sure it was Secret's by smell. With that, he rushed out into the clearing to see what was going on.
Everyone was chattering so much it was hard for him to process the scene before him. It made his head ache. He picked up a few things; Snowdrift was dead along with the rouge who killed her, plus Darksong was covered in blood. It wasn't difficult to put two and two together, but it did take Mothflight a bit longer than it should of to figure it out.
"Darksong!" Mothflight called, quickly padding over to him.
"What?!" Darksong snapped. He really wasn't in the mood to deal with his brother right now. Lately, he'd been really off and strange acting.
"You didn't kill Secret did you....?"
"Of course I did you idiotic dumbass! He killed Snowdrift, so what else was I supposed to do?"
"Are you even sure it was him?"
"Yes, dung-for-brains. Who the hell else could it be?! That little weirdo who 'stole' mother's necklace from you? I doubt it." The thought of how stupid it was of Mothflight to lose in a fight with a young rouge was so silly in Darksong's mind, and it angered him that it cost him the pentacle charm, "Secret had raped Snowdrift. Her kits are his and I bet he was after them. It's quite obvious..." All of this was said far above a whisper. Darksong wanted the clan to hear what he was saying.
Mothflight's eyes kept wandering down to his paws, "....whatever." He muttered, padding back over to the Warriors den and sitting down near its entrance.
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Post by რoonwhisker on Nov 24, 2008 20:21:00 GMT -5
"S'tha' bloo'? Moo-whsk'r, Patchst'r, wha's go'n on? S's'mcat inj'rd?"
Moonwhisker turned her head towards the huge roll of fat that they called a cat. She opened her mouth to explain, but then realized the cat had gone back to her her meal. Moonwhisker shook her head and turned back to the commotion.
"We took care of the rogue that killed Snowdrift. We need to talk to Patchstar now, Moonwhisker. He wouldn't help us. Something has to change."
Moonwhisker couldn't help it to be surprised, even though she knew it'd been coming. This charade the Clan was playing couldn't last. And at that moment; she'd made her choice. "You're right Starredmyst. I'm sorry I've been so stupid. Lets go now," she meowed.
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Rippedheart gasped. "Whhhattttt?" he shuddered. "Secrets dead? and Snowdrift too?" he said, his mouth hanging open.
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Post by ♫.Starredmyst on Dec 7, 2008 8:58:47 GMT -5
Starredmyst wasn't sure why she was surprised that Moonwhisker answered so calmly. Perhaps it was because the deputy, along with Starr herself, had always been one of Patchstar's only supporters, one of his most powerful protectors. It was as though the ground had dropped out from underneath her; she felt as though, without some strong opposition between her and her -- Darksong's -- goal, she wasn't strong enough, couldn't go through with it all.
But I have to.
She took a deep breath and followed Moonwhisker to the edge of Patchstar's den. She hesitated a fraction of a second, glancing at Darksong, then called out in the strongest voice she could manage, "Patchstar, come out here. We need to talk."
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Aviansun had been hunting. He returned with a vole and several mice; on walking into camp, however, he immediately noticed the disturbance. There had been a shift in balance since he'd left. Mentally cursing the bad timing, he dropped his kills in the pile and hurried over to the edge of the confrontation, which Moonwhisker seemed to be in the thick of; he didn't approach her, but tried to catch her eye, to have her explain -- and draw him into where the real power was -- as soon as she'd edged out of the center of things.
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Patchstar had been sleeping. He was more than mildly irritated to be woken by his daughter, particularly when that daughter had been quite disobedient of late, arguing with him, ignoring his orders; still, there was that tone in her voice, the one he knew he'd best obey if he wanted his power to remain. He reluctantly heaved himself to his paws and padded to the den's entrance.
"Starr, I don't see why --"
He fell silent abruptly at the sight of Darksong. The tom was covered in blood. It was intimidating, but Patchstar knew better than to show it; forgetting the rest of the cats around him, he said shortly, "You finally bothered to kill the rogue, did you?"
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Silv let out her breath in an annoyed huff. "Yes, she's dead, and so I think is the rogue who killed her!" she answered impatiently. Her ears flicked as she listened to the loud argument between Darksong and his brother; it explained a little more about why he'd been so angry, but not why he was causing a confrontation now. "Now that we've had that repeated seventeen times in a row, can anyone tell me what's going on with Darksong?"
Risingdawn was ignoring the conversation. He felt a bit bad about Snowdrift, but he'd never known the cat; now he put it out of his mind, peering intently at the cats who were gathered closer to Darksong, speaking with him.
"They're going to Patchstar's den," he said suddenly, interrupting the conversation. "Let's follow them."
Silv gave him an odd look; he didn't seem to notice it, but was intent on what the others were doing. She had a bad feeling this was more of his anti-Clan attitude coming through.
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Post by .&&. Snowsong. on Dec 7, 2008 20:27:29 GMT -5
[ just say all my clan kitties are here; i'm just gonna post as snowsong. ]
Commotion awoke her, lobes flicking as her moonstones, ominously shadowed by the darkness of the bushes near the warriors' den, almost glared out to the center of Camp. Before her sight even contained the Camp, however, a powerful stench of cat blood had already etched itself into her scent glands, thus causing a hint of unease. Stealthily, she got to her paws, optics scanning the area before she padded forward to Camp. Echopaw and Risingdawn; she spotted those two almost at once, before she turned to glance at Darksong, Starredmyst, and Moonwhisker. Considering the atmosphere, a greeting to all was not on her list of planned actions. |
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Post by Đarκsong on Dec 8, 2008 19:07:55 GMT -5
Darksong's lips turned to a snarl when Patchstar spoke to him. The old chubby leader seemed to be ignoring the ebony tom's crimson fur and focusing on speaking condescendingly. Anger boiled in his veins into his heart, making his chest heavy. His heart pounded loudly, counting the second before he made his move.
"Yes, but there still is another cat among us who threatens the clan. He is destroying our way of life - the way StarClan meant it to be. I can no longer tolerate it, and nor can StarClan." Darksong's amber eyes closed to slits and his mouth carefully shaped the words, "This ends now."
Dark ears folded back, legs bended down to a crouch. In a split second Darksong sprang up, claws unsheathed and sharp fangs visible in his open mouth. He aimed to land upon Patchstar, knock the old tom over, and pin him to the ground.
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Post by Flower on Dec 9, 2008 18:31:37 GMT -5
Silverstripe came out of his den, where he had been enjoying a fairly peaceful nap. He stretched irritably, annoyed that he had been disturbed, and was about to yell out "What's going on?, but only got as far as "What-" when Darksong leapt towards Patchstar with claws outstretched. Without thinking, he sized up the situation and made ready to leap into the fray. He slunk around behind the fat tom, hissing, ready for action.
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Post by ♫.Starredmyst on Jun 14, 2009 6:48:24 GMT -5
Patchstar's eyes had narrowed slowly as Darksong spoke. He didn't quite understand the implications of the warrior's words, but the menace in the tom's voice was obvious; he had opened his mouth to say something pompous -- "Very well; but I suggest you tell me who you're speaking of," perhaps -- when the younger tom pounced.
He landed heavily on his side as sharp needles of pain lanced into him. The heavy tom gave a yowl and fought back ineffectively, slamming his paws at Darksong, trying to overthrow the tom by sheer weight -- but Darksong was the stronger and had him pinned. Even now, though, with death staring him in the face, Patchstar clung to the belief that he was still in power: he was snarling obscenities and demands that the younger tom let him go.
Then, for the first time in moons, they came.
"It's too late, Patchstar...we're coming for you."
"Leave him ALONE! Redstar, look at him -- he can't even fight back -- he's pathetic! At least let him try to defend himself -- just one small dignity --"
"Shimmersoul, go. I said GO."
"Redstar --"
But his father's voice was drowning his old mate's out. He was chanting, his voice soothing -- but there was something terrifying about the hypnotic tone.
"It's too late, Patchstar...your time has come...it's time to die."
Patchstar's eyes widened in horror. "No --" he yowled, ineffectually.
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Starredmyst had thought she was ready for this.
She was angry; she was hateful; in her mind, she had severed all her ties with her father. She had told herself that she had ceased to love him long ago -- that his crimes had been too much of a burden for their relationship to bear.
So what was the sick feeling in the pit of her stomach?
Her love and her hatred had curdled into something she couldn't quite name. Not regret -- she wasn't regretting her decision. Anger, yes -- but anger didn't make her miserable in quite the way this was. Guilt?
Horror?
Because suddenly, as Darksong pounced, Starredmyst realized she wasn't ready for this. Oh, she was ready for the Clan to have a new leader; she was ready for her father's foolishness and cruelty to be done. What she wasn't ready for --
She was watching her own father be killed in cold blood. And she had helped it happen.
Only sheer pride kept her from looking away; kept her watching the murder. She wouldn't run like a coward, not to know this battle's outcome until she returned, tail between her legs. Instead she stood there, eyes wide, legs locked with horror; unable to watch, but unable to look away, as red began to spot Patchstar's pelt.
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As Darksong pounced, Silverdust let out a shriek.
She had been expecting this. Almost. But not quite -- not enough --
"Youtraitoryoudon'tdothattoaleader --" She was half-yowling, half hissing the words as she dashed toward the confrontation. She wasn't sure what she intended to do, but she was bound to protect Patchstar --
The silvery she-cat let out an oof as someone pounced on her heavily from behind. She twisted, hissing up into her brother's face.
"Leave him," Riss said grimly, breathing hard. "Let them fight it out. He's only doing what needs to be done."
Lost for words fort he first time in her life, Silverdust let out a second wordless shriek. "You -- and you -- but you can't -- he's the leader --"
With a snarl she bit her brother hard, twisted free and started running again. Riss scrambled to his feet, yowling, "Someone catch her!"
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Post by .&&. Snowsong. on Jun 14, 2009 12:33:38 GMT -5
Perhaps she truly had been prepared for it. The moment Darksong propelled himself at the leader, the leader who had been forcing the Clan to crumble, she felt a jolt surge through her. But it was no jolt of horror, for it would not allow her to watch as deathly calm as this, and not of excitement, for she was not in her pumped stance. No, this feeling was more.. of an expecting one. There was nothing to overpower her control over herself, so it was easy to keep watching.
However, hearing Silverdust, Snowsong whisked around. Though her exterior was utterly emotionless, something was screaming within her. No, she could not allow anyone to interfere; it wasn't that she was selfish enough to force them to stand and watch the leader die. It was that, she did not wish for anyone to die trying.
At Risingdawn's yowl, she launched herself at the she-cat. Bowling into her, she forced her down, attempting to pin her. There was nothing in her eyes; no hostility, anger, evil nor darkness. Not even a fire. However, nothing about her expression said she was angry at Silverdust, nor that she would go as far as the harm or battle the female to keep her interference away from the leader's death battle. Why, her throat and stomach were completely bared. And she was not afraid of getting those areas ripped open, at least not at the moment.
However, she murmured, "Do not interfere. His life is clinging to a spider's thread, and it seems the time has come for that spider to betray him." Her voice was almost angelic, but its darkness kept one from believing so.
"His waltz has ended. He has tripped, stumbled, and has broken. There is no need for one to attempt futilely to rescue him. It's over." There wasn't anything in her smooth voice. Just a hushed, pernicious tranquility. And, perhaps, the truth of cruel and harsh reality. [ i hope you didn't mind the powerplay. >> ] -------------------------------------------------- Deep within the shadows of the foliage, the darkest shadow shifted somewhat. Pitch black, it was; however, soon, two silver slits appeared, and then a slightly larger one. The larger shifted into the form of a sneer, before a soft, dark voice began to sound. "Horrid Patchstar, sat on a wall.. Horrid Patchstar had a great fall.. All of his warriors, and all of his kitties, couldn't save Patchstar, never again!" Laughing to himself, Demon whisked around, gracefully and swiftly making his way from the Camp. [ please, no one catch demon. xD i put him here for 'fun.' ] [/size] |
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Post by რoonwhisker on Jun 17, 2009 12:47:50 GMT -5
"I'm going to do what I have to do." moonwhisker looked up from where she was standing. she blinked, but did not let a look of confusion appear on her face. she knew if she did the clan might worry. it was difficult, because she had no idea what in starclan's name darksong was talking about. keeping her graceful stature she meowed, "darksong, what are you talking about?" she made sure to keep her voice low, so none of the other clan cats would hear her. but he didn't answer her. she shook her head.
then, she began to get the feeling in her stomach, the feeling that meant she was doubting herself. instead, she turned her head to look out into the cats sitting behind her. suddenly she felt eyes on her and she became nervous. but then she met a pair of yellow eyes. aviansun! she smiled, feeling a bit better now that she knew there was someone in the audience of cats that would support her. at least she hoped. she turned back to darksong and starredmyst. patchstar and darksong were arguing. this wasn't good. even though moonwhisker wasn't darksong's biggest fan, she still didn't want anything bad to happen to him. "Yes, but there still is another cat among us who threatens the clan. He is destroying our way of life - the way StarClan meant it to be. I can no longer tolerate it, and nor can StarClan."
moonwhisker still didn't speak. first, she was at a loss for words. how could this have happened? but she couldn't just sit there, that she knew. she opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by darksong. "This ends now." her eyes widened. just like that, he sprang. "DARKSONG NO!" she yowled, springing to her feet. she looked at starredmyst, who seemed to be frozen like stone. but what could the deputy do? she couldn't stop it, there was no way she would be able too. it had already gone to far. she just stood there, alert and on her feet. she had totally lost control of the clan.
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rippedheart couldn't believe what he was seeing. darksong was attacking their leader! his mouth was still hanging open. he looked like a complete idiot but that was the least of the clan's problems. he wasn't even paying attention to silverdust and rissingdawn. but he was brought back out of his daydream when he saw silverdust running towards the fight. "Someone catch her!" rippedheart blinked, back at attention. "silverdust! come back! he yowled, running towards her. he watched snowsong barrel into her. "come on guys! that's enough fighting, there's already enough!" he rambled, looking towards darksong and patchstar to see if he had missed anything.
rainclaw, on the other hand was just sitting where she was. she frowned. on one hand, she was happy. their idiot leader was finally getting what he deserved. on the other hand, her mate was the one attacking patchstar. this would only end badly, most likely in exile. she knew that if that happened she would have to make a choice. what she would do, she couldn't even begin to think about. she sighed, not tearing her eyes away from the fight for anything. she remembered to keep her distance, she had kits to take care of.
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