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VULTUREMASK

VULTUREMASK

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Vulturemask was sitting outside of his den watching as those who was mourning Juniperfrost still. He had given them today and night to mourn him before he would bury them. whenever someone died, everytime they lost someone his thoughts went back to Rosepaw. The two cats who had tried to comfort him back then had been Hyacinthbreath and Dandelionwish. Two cats who had turned out traitors, one of them having hurt their clan in one of the worst ways. Vulturemask felt disturbed just thinking back on that memory now. His eyes started to scan across camp and he found Tigerfrost further back resting which had been requested for them to do. The medicine cat spared a short glance down to his paws, a mouse laying lifeless in front of his paws. He hadn't touched it. He never eat in front of anyone but someone had come over and dropt this mouse by his paws. In a moment like this he felt disgusted just thinking about food.

The medicine cat suddenly stood up and as he picked the mouse up in his jaws the dark pelted tom walked himself across the clearing until he stopt in front of the fresh promoted lead warrior. Vulturemask would drop the mouse by their paws while staring indifferently at them. He remember how they had offered a rabbit to him after his return from the moonstone. Maybe he was returning back the favor now although a mouse was not even close as mouthful like a rabbit was...or he was using it as an excuse so he not needed to eat.

Whatever the case he decided to seat down beside them once more looking over at where Juniperfrost lifeless body lay. " To think she used to be a lead warrior here. " one of Sootstars most trusted council members as well. She had let them go. Sootstar had showed mercy and just let Hyacinthbreath walk out from here and this was how she repaid that kindness?. " Sootstar spared her life and this is what she decided to do with it." by taking a life of their own. Causing so much unnecessery pain to Periwinklepaw the son she claimed to love. Disgusting. Juniperfrost might just be a warrior in his eyes but still he was a clanmate. He wouldn't wish this to any windclanner who was loyal to Sootstar and her cause.

@TIGERFROST


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He sat in silence, for the most part. Grim and stone-faced. But he's never alone for long, it seems, and soon another approaches his position in the hollow. Fiery eyes shift toward the medicine cat, then flicker towards the offered mouse. He grants the other a nod of gratitude for the meal, as he'd surely need all the energy he could get for the fight ahead. RiverClan could not be allowed to get away with this crime.

"Thank you." Gruff words, but they were not unkind. He listens to Vulturemask, flicks an ear in acknowledgement. It only takes a few moments to understand just who they were referring to. Hyacinthbreath. The body in the clearing had become the subject of many conversations, it seemed. Juniperfrost had not deserved to be slaughtered like that. The tabby tom tears a bite from the mouse at his paws, tail tip flicking irritably. "Nothing like getting stabbed in the back by those you are supposed to trust." He comments dryly, sarcasm dripping from his fanged maw. A lead warrior turned traitor, and then... turned killer. And Cicacastar harbored her within his borders. The forest was full of vermin, it seemed. ​
 
──⇌•〘 INFO 〙 His doubts about the volume of traitors remain, but after the scene at RiverClan's border, he trusts that Hyacinthbreath's exile was well-deserved. Discussion has swept through camp like a strong wind through tall grasses, and he is not surprised to find Vulturemask speaking with Tigerfrost; even their reticent medicine cat has seen fit to share his thoughts.

"It is the nature of betrayal," Wolfsong comments, rolling a stone beneath his paw. "A stranger cannot be a traitor."
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In these few spare moments of preparation, Sunstride has found himself gravitating towards those as responsible as he for this decision. The call to war had not been Sootstar's– as odd as such an admission may be, it is all that he can think of. It seems a betrayal, a misstep, yet as much his right as breathing all at once. To think that a scant few hours ago it had simply been another patrol. And now they ready themselves for war. Like Tigerfrost, the auburn tom is quiet and watchful. Unlike him, however, he cannot remain so still. After only a few moments away from the others, he comes closer with restless strides. He is in time to hear them speak of betrayal, of trust, and were he not at the limit of his own loneliness, he might have turned away just as quickly. It was not a topic he found himself thinking kindly on.

"Did you know her well?" he finally asks, settling down. He does not mean to crowd the three of them, sitting so far that their tails would not touch even if they tried. "Was she always so easily enraged?"
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  • SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
    —— cis male, he - him. thirty-six moons old. lead warrior of windclan and former rogue.
    —— gay, but somewhat closeted. will not be open about his interests.  single, will be so.
    —— seems comparatively stranger than who he was some moons ago, serious and cool.

    sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond its borders, with fur that flames red at its base and deepens to a burnt amber with every whorl and stripe. his eyes, in comparison, are a pale summer's blue, still as bold as the rest of him.
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Lambcurl was far from a liar. Honesty was a quality he holds in high regard, and with this, he would never deny his tendencies to stray away... Curled ears aloft– listening. What better way to learn than from others? He did not always know what to say... And ne would not, not always. Sometimes it is better just to listen... and, a soul attracted to power, perhaps, he can't help but drift towards the gathering of a group he so admires. Lambcurl's eyes are bright, his whiskers seem to tremble for no reason at all. They talk among themselves, a chat amongst friends, rather than meeting behind walls. Lambcurl can't help but stare.

Who did they speak of? Backstabbers, oh, they have had a lot, as of late. The she must be Hyacinthbreath, wasn't it? To see already the quiet rage that passed between them all... It was what unnified WindClan, it seems. Wasn't that something?

He is a mere bystander, but, he is compelled to speak when the sun-touched tom speaks of something he may answer. The question was not aimed at him, but in passing, he may say... "Oh no... I'd thought her quite the opposite..." Lambcurl had not known her, personally; but he's been here for some time, just as she had been... There's a teariness to his eyes as he blinks, and for once, the sad appearence is nearly fitting. "I had admired her..."​
 
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His eyes shift to Wolfsong as the other Lead Warrior offers his own words, and Tigerfrost flicks an ear in acknowledgement, taking another bite from the mouse that Vulturemask had seen fit to offer him. Sunstride strides closer next, having heard the conversation, now drawn close like a moth to a lamp in the night. Did the chimera know her well? His eyes darken, shift with the coldness of ice. The very thought pricks at his belly like a twisting thorn. But, before he can respond, Lambcurl finds his way over. Tigerfrost flicks his tail against the warm ground, nodding along.

"As did I." A briefly spoken admission. Tigerfrost had once admired her as well. Ah, but that had changed so suddenly, hadn't it? She had changed. "Come and sit with us, Lambcurl." The Lead Warrior offers politely.​
 
Her memory of Hyacinthbreath was foggy; she’d been so young her focus had been directed more on her training than getting to know her clanmates. But like the lead warriors that followed her she’d admired her for a blip win her life, a respect that turned into ire when Sootstar’s deceleration of her exile had yowled through the moorlands. If she felt ire to her all those moons ago that anger had now festered into something truly dangerous as she stands at the precipice of the she-cats violence. She’d killed Juniperfrost, his head bashed against the stones he’d been robbed of his dignity in life been made into little more than a broken husk. It bothers her to look at him. She needs to get used to these sights, this was the fate of many warriors after all - it could be her own too she desired it to be so. There was no greater honor then dying in the field of battle, that’s not what happened however with him he’d been murdered by a she-cat who had no respect for the border and no respect for the clan that housed her. Just as Branchfall had been murdered almost a moon ago.

She listens to the somber tones of her clanmates as she sits close to the corpse, her claws dig into the earth. They talk about her, the riverclanner with blood on her paws speaking of what she once was. She’d get up from where she sat, her paws would carry her over, there was comfort in numbers something Juniperfrost hadn’t had in his last moments. Briefly she casts a look Sunstride and Wolfsongs way; she can’t help but wonder if they had tried at all to save him. She doesn’t like doubting Sunstride but she cannot prevent the lingering suspicion regardless of the fact Sunstride had proven himself many times before. So why not this time? Had it happened that fast? That would mean Juniperfrost hadn’t given much of a fight at all if true… she doesn’t like either outcome, she doesn’t want to think about it not right now. Hyacinthbreath had been the one who’d done it, she and the entirety of Riverclan were their enemies - he and Wolfsong weren’t. She could ask them about it after everything was said and done.

She averts her gaze. ❝she’s got nothin’ to be admired for now does she?❞ her lip curls, she looks over her shoulder one last time at Juniperfrost before facing the small group again. ❝Just another Riverclan rat waiting to be put out of its misery❞ she’d grumble disdainfully as she settled down to sit among the older warriors.
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Vulturemask would say nothing when Tigerfrost spoke these spiteful words out of his mouth about their former lead warrior. Trust was something that could be easily bedrayed. It was easy to take advantage of somebodys trust that much was for certain. Wolfsong decided to join them to add his own opinion into this conversation. When there was Sunstride who had overheard them too and with him came questions about who Hyacinthbreath had been. How well did they actually know her?. Vulturemask thought back on what she had told him before leaving the moors behind for good. Words about family and love. It was because of her words back then that Vulturemask had broken himself free from his mothers corrupted love and sacrificed everything to give his siblings a good and safe life here in windclan so they could grow up to know what real love was. Now though he felt her words to have been so...shallow. The way she loved didn't felt right to him either. Hyacinthbreath was no better then his own mother had been which...made him feel disgusted.

" She used to be quite compassionate to her clanmates however i think that was all just an act. She is delusional in the way she claims to love..." He words was bitterly distant speaking only after Lambcurl had come out to admit to having admired that wretched molly. He too had but now he felt like a fool for it. No one could be trusted it seemed like. They where all ugly and rotten underneath covering it up with pretty lies. Excusing their actions by claiming it to be for love.

Vulturemask's gaze grow colder, Firefang words only leaving him on a even bitter mood. " That's right...she is nothing but a rat." a filthy vermin that needed to get taken care of. They should have killed her back then and not let her go. If Sootstars mercy only would be taken granted for why bother to even give it?. Rats didn't deserve it. He wished he had seen Hyacinthbreath for who she truly was before.




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