- Feb 9, 2023
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Life doesn't discriminate
Quietly he approached the inner working of Sootstar's den, stopping respectfully just outside its entrance. Burning amber eyes pierce the darkness as he peers inside, searching for the familiar figure of the blue smoke. "Mother, a word if you will." Addervenom drawled, tone low and gravelly. He rarely ever sought her out to converse one on one, assuming she would be far too busy for such a thing. She was the leader of this very clan after all, and all the responsibility resting upon her shoulders was sure to take up the majority of her time. Regardless, he seeks her counsel tonight.
He awaits her invitation, only collecting himself once she verbally gives him permission to enter. The broad shouldered tom stalks inside, gifting the mooreland queen a polite bow of his head prior to taking a seat. "I have some concerns about the most recent traitorous activity." He began, flicking his tail to rest somewhere near his paws. How ironic, he thought, that not long after Sootspot and himself discuss the possibility of treasonous acts, Badgermoon is marked a traitor. Fleeing for his life to stars knows where. A lowly fiend that attempted to snatch a precious starclan gifted life. The thought made his skin crawl with animosity.
"I would never question your decisions to place whom you wish within your council." At least, not out loud. He still was not sure why Wolfsong was deemed their chosen medican cat. "But, I would, however, like to talk about how something like this could be prevented in the future." Windclan's history of traitors and deserters ran too deep for his liking. If such weak links could be snipped at the root he would prefer it. (@SOOTSTAR)
He awaits her invitation, only collecting himself once she verbally gives him permission to enter. The broad shouldered tom stalks inside, gifting the mooreland queen a polite bow of his head prior to taking a seat. "I have some concerns about the most recent traitorous activity." He began, flicking his tail to rest somewhere near his paws. How ironic, he thought, that not long after Sootspot and himself discuss the possibility of treasonous acts, Badgermoon is marked a traitor. Fleeing for his life to stars knows where. A lowly fiend that attempted to snatch a precious starclan gifted life. The thought made his skin crawl with animosity.
"I would never question your decisions to place whom you wish within your council." At least, not out loud. He still was not sure why Wolfsong was deemed their chosen medican cat. "But, I would, however, like to talk about how something like this could be prevented in the future." Windclan's history of traitors and deserters ran too deep for his liking. If such weak links could be snipped at the root he would prefer it. (@SOOTSTAR)
Between the sinners and the saints
