emotions running high | stormywing

[THRASHERTHROAT]

જ➶ Thunderclan. Personally they have little issue with them given that each clan keeps to themselves. Trouble stirs though, voices talking about retribution. The potential for it and perhaps that is why they tread the path towards the black streak that divides them. Poor Applejaw is the catalyst of this all and they wonder if they are looking down from Starclan with worry or the want for vengeance. It's hard to tell given the situation if Thunderclan is guilty or not. Afterall the only thing that they know is that her body was laying there on the oak clan's border. A breath leaves them as they leave the shade of the pine forest to stand among the shaggy grass. Their tail sways back and forth, gaze wandering before they pause and stare at the shaking brush. The scent is obvious and clear. Smelling deep of the undergrowth from which they herald. "Thunderclan..." Their maw twists with conflicting emotions but one thing will always be evident with them. They will always stand with their home no matter how terrible it may get because who else will stand with them when they need it. Surely no other clan cares that much about the individual.

"What brings you to the border alone? Solo hunting? Investigating perhaps?" They speak casually, calmly. Curious of the reason for them to be out here. "Personally I'm here to clear my head. Although coming back to where we lost someone dear may not be the best idea..." They sigh, no blame yet in their voice before their gaze snaps back toward the Thunderclanner.

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[STORMYWING]

Stormywing's fur bristles as she emerges from the brush and spots the ShadowClanner across the way. Her gaze meets his, sharp as claws, but there is no hostility, just a cool alertness. His words barely reach her over the expanse of the thunderpath and her jaw ticks as they register. Applejaw's death had already stirred enough tension between their clans at the Gathering and the last thing she wants is for another spark to light an unnecessary fire. But he sure does seem to be insinuating something.

"Clearing my head, too," She replies evenly, eyes narrowing. "But it's hard to think clearly when everyone's talking about what might've happened instead of focusing on the facts." Like the fact that she is sure as fox-dung that Applejaw's body didn't have a lick of ThunderClan scent on it. She flicks her tail, scanning the border suspiciously before returning her attention to Thrasherthroat, like there may be some other marsh-drenched warriors hiding in the shadows. The accusation isn't there, not yet, but it seems silently suspended between them like a storm cloud ready to burst. The tabby doesn't flinch and she doesn't back down.

In fact, she steps even closer, her voice rising with a bit of her usual bravado. "I get that you're grieving. Losing a clanmate sucks. If you're looking for answers, so are we. No cat should die on the border like that. But I won't stand here and let anyone cast blame without proof, so if you're just here to stir up trouble, I won't let it slide." A flicking tail turns into a lashing one as her expression tightens. "ThunderClan had no part in it and that's the truth."
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[THRASHERTHROAT]

જ➶ They can not help but to incline their head. Tilting it slowly to the side as the other speaks about everyone talking about what might have happened instead of the facts. Well that is most certainly an interesting proposition and yet they know better than to actually trust the Thunderclanners wholeheartedly. "Facts? What facts do you know? Because we have been trying to focus on the facts and it all points to your clan. Did you not just have murderers within your very forest? Just because a few left doesn't mean more can not linger in your midst." To them that is a fact to not forget. Bad seeds seemed to always continue to grow no matter the case and Shadowclan is an example of that. It makes them annoyed and both sad to know these consequences over and over again and they can only hope that their clan's curse in leaders will not take their sibling away from them. Ears pull forward as the other steps up close to the Thunderpath then and like a mirror they match, standing on the precipice of tar and rock.

"I have yet to cast the blame but the more I talk to you the more I'm thinking it is true. So vehement about it. What are you hiding?" Their claws flex, scraping against the asphalt as they leer, ducking their head just a bit. Something has to be amiss. Something happened and Thunderclan is the main culprit rather they like it or not. Who else would be able to kill like that and just leave the body stranded for them to find. The whole scene seemed so purposeful to them. ​

 

[STORMYWING]

Stormywing's eyes flash dangerously, her muscles tensing at Thrasherthroat's insinuation. "Hiding?" She repeats, her voice sharp with indignation. "I don't have anything to hide. But if you or your leader want to throw wild accusations around, you better have something to back it up." Her golden gaze locks onto his, unwavering, and the tip of her tail lashes like a whip. There's a familiar heat building under her pelt, the same righteous fury that ignites every time someone tries to throw ThunderClan under the bus without proof.

"Yeah, we had traitors in our midst, and we dealt with them." She spits the words like venom, her ears flattening against her skull. "But don't act like ShadowClan hasn't had its own problems. It could've just as easily been one of your own. Your clan does have a history of that sort of thing." Her voice lowers, though it's no less intense. She steps even closer to the Thunderpath, the acrid scent of the road mingling with the rotting pine of ShadowClan territory across the way. "ThunderClan isn't responsible for Applejaw. No ThunderClan scent on her, right? It certainly wasn't mentioned at the Gathering. No sign of a fight was mentioned either. So whatever you think happened, it's not on us."

Her claws flex into the dirt at her paws, digging into the forest floor as she takes a breath, trying to keep her temper in check. She doesn't want to fight, not really, but the idea that someone would think ThunderClan would stoop that low burns her from the inside out. "You're hurting," She continues, her tone begrudgingly softer, "but blaming the first clan you see isn't gonna bring her back. I promise you, if any ThunderClan cat had done this, they'd already be dealt with. You know how we handle things." Wrathpaw's blinded, bleeding face flashes in her head and she shakes it away, feeling a shiver run through her pelt at the memory of her claws through his flesh.
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[THRASHERTHROAT]

જ➶ They are hurting. This is true though they are not sure
if they are hurting for Applejaw or their sibling that has to make such an important decision and right when the seasons are preparing to change. It irks them, they want them to be safe, have an easy leadership. But things always get in the way and what is worse to them is what they say about their clan. A history of it. Traitors abound and it makes their eyes narrow just slightly at the idea that they would toss this at their face. No. It makes perfect sense for a Thunderclanner to bring up the past and use it against them. Their muzzle twitches and they snort sharply. "All you needed to know is that our clanmate was killed and laying upon your border. That is all we needed to know." Claws flash dangerously then as they find themselves there upon the thunderpath. When had they moved? They don't recall but they also don't really care either. With a sudden movement they are racing toward the Thunderclanner.

"Thunderclan will pay for their crimes against my clan!" As if Shadowclan would not have something to back up their accusation. By teeth and claw they will show that they can not simply murder their own without consequences. They aim to barrel into the other, trying to latch claws into skin and fur to pull them forward. They will fight in the open. ​

 

[STORMYWING]

Stormywing's eyes widen and her heartbeat slams in her ears as Thrasherthroat lunges. For a split second, the world seems to narrow to the thundering sound of her own pulse and the flash of ShadowClan claws flying toward her. She reacts instinctively, muscles coiling as she braces for impact. "Are you kidding me?" She snarls, springing sideways to avoid the full force of his charge. The acrid stench of the Thunderpath sears her nostrils as she's forced onto it, paws skidding against the rough ground and rattling her bones.

But the tabby is quick to recover. She whips around, eyes blazing and fur standing on end to try and make her look larger than she is. She lets out a warning hiss, claws unsheathed and ready. "Do you really want to do this?" She shouts, her voice cracking with frustration. Starting a fight isn't going to bring anyone justice - it'll only fan the flames. Her golden gaze catches his eyes, searching for a flicker of reason behind the rage.

The large part of her that never backs down or retreats tempts her to meet him claw for claw. They're teetering on the edge of war, and one wrong move could push them over. Still, she crouches, muscles tense, ready to defend herself if he pushes forward. I shouldn't…I shouldn't. But she finds her muscles twitching anyway, eager to fight back.
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