- Jan 5, 2023
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He returns to camp looking grim, eyes like fire and an expression that is set within frosted stone. Tigerfrost is fueled by the wrath that burns akin to hell-fire throughout his spirit, and it drives his paws onward with purpose. WindClan expected an answer, expected retribution for what RiverClan had done, and now, they would have it. He pauses in the middle of the clearing, a wind buffeting his narrow frame as flaming eyes shift to take in the faces of his clan-mates. They spoke, shared tongues, enjoyed their meals. But many of their words are hushed and pointed. There is a tension thrumming throughout the warm air. Teeth click as Tigerfrost parts his jaws, raises his head and tail to snatch the attention of his clan-mates.
"WindClan." The words are thunderous, spilled into the new-leaf atmosphere with a wintry chill. "Not so long ago, the body of Juniperfrost was returned home to us." He reminds them, though he's certain no cat could forget such a gruesome scene. "Cicadastar harbors a traitor, and a murderer, within his ranks." Bitter, biting words. He goes on, "There will be no negotiation. No compromise." The word is spit from his maw like a poison. WindClan wanted blood as repayment for Hyacinthbreath's crime, and they shall have it.
"What happened to Juniperfrost cannot go unpunished. RiverClan cannot be allowed to believe that they can butcher our loyal Warriors without fear of retribution. So, prepare yourselves. Conserve your energy, rest. Speak with your loved ones, your friends, your apprentices." He lets it sink in, drawing in a breath as stained fangs glint within the shade of the hollow. "Soon, we will march into war with RiverClan. Do what you must to prepare for this raid. There will be no turning back." Tigerfrost speaks with the icy coldness of a glacier.
He cares nothing for the blood that will be shed. He does not pity the RiverClanners who might lose their lives, their friends, their families. No, for all he cared, they could all burn in the fires of WindClan's wrath. They had earned this swift and brutal retaliation. If RiverClan truly thought that they could get away with their crime, then they were in for a rude awakening. He does not even care that there is a name, and a face, to Juniperfrost's killer. Hyacinthbreath. Many might try to argue that she alone is responsible. But Tigerfrost sees through such excuses. Cicadastar harbors her, RiverClan harbors her. They would all suffer for what she has done.
"Show no fear. We are not simply soldiers of WindClan, but we are soldiers of the very stars that shine above our heads. On this night, Juniperfrost and all of WindClan's fallen shall look down upon us with pride. By fighting to bring justice for this senseless killing, you bring honor to us all." A bit of encouragement, perhaps. Something to stir the mind and the spirit, to heat the blood with a passion for victory. Tigerfrost could be so very cold, but in this moment, he hopes that his words ignite a fire within the souls of those who surrounded him.
"WindClan." The words are thunderous, spilled into the new-leaf atmosphere with a wintry chill. "Not so long ago, the body of Juniperfrost was returned home to us." He reminds them, though he's certain no cat could forget such a gruesome scene. "Cicadastar harbors a traitor, and a murderer, within his ranks." Bitter, biting words. He goes on, "There will be no negotiation. No compromise." The word is spit from his maw like a poison. WindClan wanted blood as repayment for Hyacinthbreath's crime, and they shall have it.
"What happened to Juniperfrost cannot go unpunished. RiverClan cannot be allowed to believe that they can butcher our loyal Warriors without fear of retribution. So, prepare yourselves. Conserve your energy, rest. Speak with your loved ones, your friends, your apprentices." He lets it sink in, drawing in a breath as stained fangs glint within the shade of the hollow. "Soon, we will march into war with RiverClan. Do what you must to prepare for this raid. There will be no turning back." Tigerfrost speaks with the icy coldness of a glacier.
He cares nothing for the blood that will be shed. He does not pity the RiverClanners who might lose their lives, their friends, their families. No, for all he cared, they could all burn in the fires of WindClan's wrath. They had earned this swift and brutal retaliation. If RiverClan truly thought that they could get away with their crime, then they were in for a rude awakening. He does not even care that there is a name, and a face, to Juniperfrost's killer. Hyacinthbreath. Many might try to argue that she alone is responsible. But Tigerfrost sees through such excuses. Cicadastar harbors her, RiverClan harbors her. They would all suffer for what she has done.
"Show no fear. We are not simply soldiers of WindClan, but we are soldiers of the very stars that shine above our heads. On this night, Juniperfrost and all of WindClan's fallen shall look down upon us with pride. By fighting to bring justice for this senseless killing, you bring honor to us all." A bit of encouragement, perhaps. Something to stir the mind and the spirit, to heat the blood with a passion for victory. Tigerfrost could be so very cold, but in this moment, he hopes that his words ignite a fire within the souls of those who surrounded him.