- Dec 18, 2022
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──⇌•〘 INFO 〙 The decision is made and still Wolf is dissatisfied. Even as their warriors prepare, sharpening their claws and readying their minds for the fang-clamor, he is far more restless than he has been since he was a very young warrior eager to face his parents' killer. This is different. His restlessness is fed not by desire but outrage. Wolf does not expect or yearn for peace and knows better than to expect it, but he is weary of these clans believing they are above the muck as they wipe traces of it from their mouths.
Sunstride would not want him here if he knew. They have plans, and sitting here, squarely in the middle of the bridge crossing the river, could jeopardize those plans. But he was right, wasn't he? Right about Wolfsong's misleading, misled heart.
A stone shifts, disturbed by the river. A heavy, wet thud and Juniperfrost is bleeding on RiverClan soil. They see a malefic face and condemn WindClan, not recognizing they stare into a reflection.
Sunstride would not want him here if he knew. They have plans, and sitting here, squarely in the middle of the bridge crossing the river, could jeopardize those plans. But he was right, wasn't he? Right about Wolfsong's misleading, misled heart.
A stone shifts, disturbed by the river. A heavy, wet thud and Juniperfrost is bleeding on RiverClan soil. They see a malefic face and condemn WindClan, not recognizing they stare into a reflection.