lichenstar
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- May 2, 2023
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Sunstar would be so willing to write it away as a neutrality... that his warrior trespassed allegedly for the sake of helping a RiverClanner (when had they ever been known for such generosity?) and that her not simply tearing him to shreds when they'd released him wasn't a favor in itself. How many strikes was that now? A supposed four, if the second murder on her borders was truly justified and not just a pointless scuffle. Four times... and he cows about being a victim.
The shadow-crested leader from the marshes finds her with a steady gaze and swears by an alliance... a bond forged in fury and mutual betrayal by their neighbor. It wasn't WindClan's best plan... to spark all its borders with new embers and wonder why it would be set ablaze a second time. "Speak foul of... our dead... one more time," she growls as Sunstar insists that Smokestar's kindness had been insincere. That his willingness to let them leech in the same copse they'd murdered RiverClanners in (another act of trespass, ha! What a surprise!) was anything but selfless kindness. "Smokestar's choice... was a kindness... You should learn... from Scorchstreak... and ask instead of steal." Where was that molly anyways? Lichenstar would be surprised her leader would be half so bold when someone in possession of a single brain-cell was nearby to reign him in.
The sky must do all the work, as ever... encroaching on their spittle-wild arguments by blotting out the light above. Her tail lashes, squinting up at the cloud cover with distaste... This is the second time WindClan's caused such outrage from the stars. They truly are a blighted group... it is no small wonder their leader has any lives gifted to him at all.
Eyes of sap-colored ichor find her with a frustrated distaste held at her tongue. Orangestar and Howlingstar had said very little, and not really given the chance to say much at all, but at least the SkyClan leader had the forethought not to cast judgement from a podium of hypocrisy before leaving. The suggestion they ought to share news at their borders is a welcome one, obliged by a brief nod and a flick of tattered ears, "Of course..." Foxtail's cry from the base of the stones is enough to remind her not to delay- "Travel safe, Orangestar."
The striped cat leaps from her spot amongst the others leaders, pausing beside her stand-in deputy with a brief, apologetic glance. This shouldn't have been his introduction... but wasn't that always how fickle these things were? "Let's go."
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