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The night is still young when the flower-speckled warriors of WindClan return. The silvery moonshine falls softly upon their pelts, casting shades of blue across the burnished Sunstar, cooling his fire. He seems nearly at peace as he leads them back to camp and through their protective barrier. A few petals fall to the earth, brushed free in the tunnel β softened with the beginning of rot and fragrant in their final moments. At least half of the warrior's still remain as he parts from his clanmates and towards the place of his meetings. It is dark, and he knows that many of his clanmates who have not gone have fallen asleep. News will spread from curious tongues come morning. For now, he speaks to those that linger. There is no booming call to rouse them. Nothing that might stir the hornet's nest of their nursery.
His voice is quiet, even as he speaks commandingly. "We return from the Gathering with news. Howlingstar has proposed an addition to our code. I, with the other leaders, have agreed. From this night forward, each of our warriors who has proven themselves worthy of their name will sit one night in silent vigil. This night of reflection, of responsibility, will strengthen their knowledge of their rank. It is 'not a game that we play." That four warriors had thought their freedom more important than the safety of their clan stirs his chest with rage now. The idea that any of his own would act so foolishly. . . as wrong as Silversmoke had been, to speak out of turn against the leader of another clan, there was truth to what was said. They would not be let off so easily in WindClan.
Sunstar allows a moment for his words to sink in with the serious expression upon his face. I will not accept anything less. Once the stirring has sufficiently settled, he flicks his ears. "My council will join me in my den. The rest of you, return to your duties."
His voice is quiet, even as he speaks commandingly. "We return from the Gathering with news. Howlingstar has proposed an addition to our code. I, with the other leaders, have agreed. From this night forward, each of our warriors who has proven themselves worthy of their name will sit one night in silent vigil. This night of reflection, of responsibility, will strengthen their knowledge of their rank. It is 'not a game that we play." That four warriors had thought their freedom more important than the safety of their clan stirs his chest with rage now. The idea that any of his own would act so foolishly. . . as wrong as Silversmoke had been, to speak out of turn against the leader of another clan, there was truth to what was said. They would not be let off so easily in WindClan.
Sunstar allows a moment for his words to sink in with the serious expression upon his face. I will not accept anything less. Once the stirring has sufficiently settled, he flicks his ears. "My council will join me in my den. The rest of you, return to your duties."
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