private My neurons are snapping like cat gut strings | Slatesnarl

[Sorrelsong?]

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"YOU! How dare you insinuate that we should kill her mate right in front of her?" Venom. Spittle sprays as the molly on a war path accosts her 'leader's' 'mate' practically unprovoked. Her claws ache from disuse, her pelt still holding the floral aroma of her last words with the beloved molly. She had promised herself that she would protect Flora. This was the last thing she could do - the only way she could redeem herself in the eyes of her sister.

"She comes into camp, dying and you think it best to go 'Oh why didn't you kill the love of your life? Oh, oh oh what will the other clans think? How will we look to them?" Her words are like honey, sickly sweet and out of place. Never once had she spoken so brazenly. Not to any cat, much less one she'd hardly talked to.

But this anger felt to right. No matter that she swung these vile words like a kitten swings their claws. No matter that she had-did- agreed with him. No matter what she, herself, intended to do next. Not to Slatesnarl - but to who actually caused all this hurt.

Justice. Justice. Justice. The call rang in her head. She was dying to answer it.

"You don't think she deserves to be treated with respect? How about you care about your clan mates for once?" She's in his face now, muzzle scrunched and fangs dripping.

"I'm sorry we can't be as prefect and pretty as your mate." Her back is arched. Her fur, spiked. A true warrior. Ready to go to blows for her beliefs. For her kin. Never had she felt this sure. Never had she felt this ashamed - for her actions or her clan she did not know.Stupid tom. Only thinking about what good for him and his. I bet he'd care if his own kit got their heart broken. Confident in her brutal verbal murder, she turns and does not wait for a response from the hulking tom. Should really think with a different head, She hisses mentally, making her way through camp towards the entrance, already plotting her next action.
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— A chocolate point tabby molly with icy blue eyes and a slightly uneven pelt. She has small scars on her back, her shoulders and a slightly crocked tail.
— 71 moons old; ages the 1st of every month
— aro/ace. ; currently not looking
— child of NPC and ANWIR :: sibling to Duskpool, Shadowfire and Smokefang
— Mentoring Mercurypaw and Plumpaw && Mentored Flora
— loyal to Flora
— hates Orangestar, Kite and Duskpool
— "speech", thoughts, attacking
— peaceful powerplay allowed; all opinions IC! <3

OOC// @SLATESNARL

 

[SLATESNARL]

The look he returns toward the angry, spitting Sorrelsong was one that mirrored the icy particles under his pads. Slatesnarl has long grown used to other cats confronting him, but the accusatory tone that the she-cat wields makes his charcoal pelt prickle. "What?" The tom hisses, amber gaze brightening with disbelief. Was this about Kite? He never said anything about killing! Not that Slatesnarl opposed the idea. Either way, he certainly did not believe that they should have been allowed to run away without being brought to trial like Kuiper had been many seasons ago.

The chocolate point is so emotional, Slatesnarl thinks to himself. Who cared about how Florabreeze felt? This situation was not just about her! "They took multiple lives. Our own clanmates' lives. Do they not deserve justice?" The former lead warrior dishes a challenge toward Sorrelsong, mangled ears pinning against his blocky skull as he curls his lips disdainfully, "That rogue must be brought back to SkyClan to answer for what they did. Turnin' the killer loose was a stupid decision, but Florabreeze was too weak to stop them." Maybe she didn't want to. Slatesnarl did not dare to think about what he would have done in a similar situation. Stubbornly, he insists that Orangestar would never betray her clan. He would never have to kill her for the sake of keeping everyone safe. Kite, on the other paw, had been lying to them all from the start — they should have all known better than to trust a lowly rogue. They were all wrong about them and paid the price for it.

Hunger claws at his belly, hissing and snarling with dissatisfaction as his temper begins to tremble on a thin wire. He and his clan were hungry and Sorrelsong wanted to argue about this? Slatesnarl's patience was hair-thin. "I've killed for SkyClan, and I would again if it meant keeping it safe. You, clearly, wouldn't do the same!" All she was concerned with was feelings. Florabreeze's feelings didn't matter here. Kite had made their decisions and had to be held accountable for them! It was the right thing to do. If she cared about this clan then she would be setting out to track Kite down herself instead of standing here and screaming at him.

Then, she brings up Ora. Slatesnarl had not expected to hear his mate being dragged into the conversation, especially with such a snarky and venomous tone. "Say that to me again." His rumbly voice turns cold, dark pupils narrowing into slits as he stared straight at Sorrelsong. "Talk about Orangestar again 'n see what happens." He was practically begging at this point, teeth sharpened and ready to dig into tender flesh. If she thought she was safe from his fury just because she was a lead warrior, she was wrong. Slatesnarl would not roll over and let Sorrelsong blatantly disrespect him or the mother of his children. Their leader, who had promoted her to her council in the first place. Who did she think she was?

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  ☾ㅤ45 moons old | ages every 1st
  ☾ㅤwarrior ( former lead warrior ) | mentored cherryblossom
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