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[LAMBCURL.]

Lambcurl is anything but a selfish creature. He likes to think so, at least; not flawless in the slightest. He is not incapable of harboring bias, but he'd like to think, like to hope...

He lives and breathes for the life of others, or of which, to take away. He had returned from the battle largely unscathed. A few scratches... Overlooked for his size and his strangeness, maybe. Strange insecurity bubbles in his heart; though, hadn't he had the greatest catch of all?

Lambcurl hadn't as much to show for his battle as say, Tigerfrost had. A few slashes, easy to heal with hope and prayer... Oh, poor Tigerfrost was a bloody mess. A part of him is envious that he hadn't the lacerations to show for his work. But he had done work indeed, hadn't he? He'd served as distraction, hadn't he, still? Had learned more about her; her cruelty. His mind is swirling as snow-pawed steps tred toward the medicine den, and with it, the body that rests beside it. Oh, this one's heart has hammered out his chest, into his throat. His face shines no different to the lead warrior, though perhaps, his gaze is a notch more intense than was typical. For a moment, he can only stare, and then. "I... I saw Hyacinthbreath," he says. Pink eyes flicker to the lead warrior's feet, and then up again. "Was prowling around like a... A flighty hare. I prowled with her, a few swipes for her." Intensely, he would stare, as if waiting for something. Belatedly, he adds in a whisper. "...For Juniperfrost."

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[TIGERFROST]

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He's growing accustomed to cats approaching him, where he sits. They either bring food or words, and Tigerfrost certainly prefers one over the other. This time, it's Lambcurl, the strange little tunneler. He doesn't know much about the albino tom, in truth. The moments tick by in silence as the two lock eyes, and Tigerfrost is entirely uncertain as to what it is the other tom even wants.

Then, finally, he speaks.

Tigerfrost has to decipher it. His eyes flash with irritation at the name he drops from his tongue, Hyacinthbreath. Lambcurl had managed to take a few swipes at her? Curious. If only Tigerfrost hadn't been too busy with his own fight, he might have had the opportunity to see it for himself. The other stares again, whispers that same raging war-call that had echoed through the blood filled night of the raid. The Lead Warrior only wishes that the traitorous killer had been drowned in the river, or bled out in her own camp. Alas, fate was not always so generous.

"Nicely done." Tigerfrost finally speaks, satisfaction within his gruff vocals. He had never been too certain of Lambcurl before, but if he had managed to bloody Hyacinthbreath up a bit, then he had certainly earned a bit of the Lead Warrior's respect. "Wish I could have seen the look on her face." He goes on, thoughtful. "Wonder what's going through her head now. Better yet, wonder what's going through the rest of RiverClan's heads, knowing they have a dead clan-mate and a destroyed camp, all because of the murderer they brought into their ranks." It's... a satisfying thought.

RiverClan got what they deserved for harboring that traitor.​

 

[REDTAIL]

"Hmm~? My, you might think they'd have learned by now that it's her fault. I wonder if RiverClan will oust her for this, omen of death that she is?" Redtail purrs as she flops down at Tigerfrost's other side, inserting herself into the conversation without a care in the world. Her tailtip twitches. Odd eyes flick back to Lambcurl, some small semblance of glee accompanying her next words: "Next time you see her at a Gathering, tell me which scars are from you. I want to see."​

 

[icebreath]

TAGS — This time it's Icebreath who comes with food for the injured lead warrior, a large mouse dangling from her jaws. They're reflexively a bit intimidated as they approach the trio of warriors for a few moments — and then they remind themselves for the millionth time that they're a warrior as well, so hanging around them isn't weird. She's their equal. Still, it always feels weird to act like she belongs among them, like she isn't a kit playing adult. Not that she plans on sticking around; she's just here to drop off food.

The conversation catches their attention, however. Icebreath's ears twitch at the mention of Hyacinthbreath, the mere thought of being in that villain's presence enough to stir up pinpricks of anxiety in her belly. Captivated, she lingers, gazing at Lambcurl through owlish eyes. The tom's familiar by virtue of their shared tunneling and, odd as he is, that's enough to keep her here to listen. Especially when he's describing such an important moment amid such an important battle. Though the idea of participating herself is horrible, she'll always eat up stories like this; the heroism and strength are always so inspiring. She wishes she were brave enough to come home with such tales.

He prowled with her, like a hare, she repeats wryly. Who talks like that? But a story's a story and a victory's a victory — not that he brought her to justice, evidently, but what matters is that Hyacinthbreath knows she won't get away with her brutality and she won't be so lucky during the next onslaught.

Tigerfrost's voice pulls their gaze to him, and his collection of healing wounds re-solidifies to them how grateful they are to have been left behind from the raid to guard camp. He praises Lambcurl, tone dripping with satisfaction, maybe even pride. Gingerly they place the mouse in front of him and then back up a step, listening as Redtail chimes in before speaking up themselves. "Me, too," they impulsively tack on, though they despise going to gatherings for anxiety-related reasons and the thought of encountering Hyacinthbreath at one is unnerving. But they don't want to seem weak, especially in front of Tigerfrost, so they tentatively press on. "You're lucky, Lambcurl... I wish I'd been there to get some hits on her." It sounds hilarious coming from her and she feels stupid for saying it, but at this point all she can do is try to seem confident in what she's saying.

[100th post yippeeee]
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