- Apr 20, 2024
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@HOWLINGSTAR
So let's pretend we like each other
The night was clouded with dark clouds while the smell of rain was in the horizon, with both Ploverhops and Morningcloud's bodies being discovered, it would seem everyone was now on high alert which made his gaze darkened slightly, the first murder he did not know who it would have been, yet the second one? Yewflame had been there for, and yet... it would be so easy to put blame onto the exiles, to say it was their fault, even if it meant to keep his own hide safe, to keep Skyclaw as innocent, even if that means the others were at risk of being hunted down like rabbits. A sacrifce they willingly made by getting themselves exiled-At least thats how Yewflame saw it as.
His steel blue and brown gaze focused onto Howlingstar before moving to stand next to the other. "You were too nice on them" he stated coolly before pausing with a false look of friendliness within them before he turned to face the clouds above them, her plumed tail swaying slightly. Anything he could do to keep suspicion off his back, he'll take. They hummed a bit, "Ploverhop is dead, and so is Morningcloud now. Do you really think exiling them was well... a good choice? I mean of course they couldn't stay within the clan but now they seem to be targeting those who were born with kitty-pet blood" he expressed, his words filled with false concern for those who weren't wild-born, and that conern felt like bitter herbs on his tongue.
No, Ploverhop and Morningcloud's deaths were necessary, they overstayed their welcome. Their deaths was done for Howlingstar, for Thunderclan, even if he had not been there fore Ploverhop's demise, he was there for Morningclouds and... it had felt good to witness the purge of one fklled with impurity, but for now... for now he will suck up to Howlingstar, act like this was the exiled thunderclanners fault. For Skyclaw's sake, and for her own. "What if they strike again?" he asked almost in hushed tones, a facade of worry casing his voice and his head lowering slightly, looking to Howlingstar, her leader-the one he swore loyalty to, and the one she would do anything for. Not just for her, but for Thunderclan.
His steel blue and brown gaze focused onto Howlingstar before moving to stand next to the other. "You were too nice on them" he stated coolly before pausing with a false look of friendliness within them before he turned to face the clouds above them, her plumed tail swaying slightly. Anything he could do to keep suspicion off his back, he'll take. They hummed a bit, "Ploverhop is dead, and so is Morningcloud now. Do you really think exiling them was well... a good choice? I mean of course they couldn't stay within the clan but now they seem to be targeting those who were born with kitty-pet blood" he expressed, his words filled with false concern for those who weren't wild-born, and that conern felt like bitter herbs on his tongue.
No, Ploverhop and Morningcloud's deaths were necessary, they overstayed their welcome. Their deaths was done for Howlingstar, for Thunderclan, even if he had not been there fore Ploverhop's demise, he was there for Morningclouds and... it had felt good to witness the purge of one fklled with impurity, but for now... for now he will suck up to Howlingstar, act like this was the exiled thunderclanners fault. For Skyclaw's sake, and for her own. "What if they strike again?" he asked almost in hushed tones, a facade of worry casing his voice and his head lowering slightly, looking to Howlingstar, her leader-the one he swore loyalty to, and the one she would do anything for. Not just for her, but for Thunderclan.
"speak""Thoughts"
