I WILL ONLY WRING YOU DRY OF EVERYTHING - weasel

[KESTRELTALON ^]

I KNOW THAT YOU MEAN SO WELL

Since the moment she was released from the medicine den, Kestreltalon stalked the camp with her tail lashing behind her. It was the most time she had spent awake inside its walls, before her injury she had tried to get out and hunt as much as possible. She had no desire to spend anymore time with her clanmates than she had to.

Now though, she didn't have much of a choice.

She was still getting used to her injury, and though she wouldn't admit as much aloud, it felt unwise to step outside before she got the hang of it. So, for now, she paced along the walls, keeping to the shadows and affixing anyone who dared to look her way with a one eyed glare. In her mind, all of them were nearly as responsible for her injury as the snakeheart herself. Any one of them could have stepped in to help, or just said something, but that hadn't. They could all burn for all she cared.

// @WEASELCLAW​

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[WEASELCLAW]

Does Weaselclaw agree with all of Sootstar's choices?

The real question is, in his opinion, does it matter? Though he'd initially been quite jealous of Duskfire in his second-in-command position, Weaselclaw finds himself content as a WindClan lead warrior. He is not tasked with the moral questions, only with ensuring his leader's orders are being carried out.

Had she asked him to scar Kestreltalon, would he? The she-cat is infuriating, insolent, had crossed his bad side the moment they'd met - but is any of that enough to cost her vision?

Weaselclaw doesn't know. He's troubled, flings the thoughts away like RiverClan cats do with droplets of water from their sleek pelts. He loves Sootstar, and the way she runs WindClan has never been something he's questioned before. Why now, over this trifling she-cat?

He watches her stalk her way through the camp, seething with rage unexpressed, insults unhurled. He narrows pale blue eyes and says, "Did you need something useful to do, Kestreltalon? You look a little... lost." He flicks his tail.
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PENNED BY MARQUETTE​

 

[KESTRELTALON ^]

I KNOW THAT YOU MEAN SO WELL

Kestreltalon's gaze snapped to him the moment he spoke to her. A sick sort of delight danced in her eye, finally, something to do with her aimless frustration. As loose as her tongue was, her punishment had been enough to teach her to hold it in Sootstar's presence. For him, however, she would not show such restraint. She gave him a wide, toothy grin, sharp with bitterness and hate.

"Why?" she asked mockingly, her tail lashing behind her as she took a step toward him. "Need someone to chase prey into your paws again?" It was an old slight, one that barely weighed on her against what their leader had done. Which made it all the easier for her to throw it in his face carelessly, just to be hurtful.

He had already chosen his side, in her mind. Even before he refused to step in, he had fully supported Sootstar in any way he could. Though she had no clue why the leader seemed to have taken such a liking to him, he was a pathetic little creature really and - for all Sootstar's flaws - she was at least capable.​

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