SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES — shadowclan patrol

[PITCHSTAR]

Fury blazes throughout every taut muscle as the ShadowClan leader prowls towards the moors, his lip curled and his tail whipping. Who the fuck did WindClan think they are, crawling to ShadowClan's borders under the guise of delivering condolences, only to request an alliance. And Pitchstar had thought he'd be able to reap some kind of benefit from aligning himself with Sootstar! Instead, his aunt comes back to camp, reeking of blood and moors.

What kind of fucking alliance allows WindClan's own warriors to attack ShadowClan's medicine cat?

At his side, five of his warriors. It's a larger patrol, but after the shit that WindClan's pulled, Pitchstar does not trust anything less. As they cross the Thunderpath and exit the marshes, the land growing dry underfoot with grass that crunches with each pawstep, Pitchstar makes no move to be stealthy. "SOOTSTAR!" The leader yowls across the border, birds scattering from the hills at his creaking voice unused to such volume. He wants to see the blue smoke she-cat right now. He wants answers from her. "I demand an audience with Sootstar immediately!" Molten eyes scour the swaying grass, seeking out any sign of a patrol from the moor-dwelling snakes. If none came within the next few heartbeats, Pitchstar would not hesitate to cross the border in search of the moor's queen. He would march into their camp, if he fucking had to!

[ @CHILLEDGAZE. @GECKOSCREECH @Brawlinglion @BARKBREATH. @fallenmoon @SOOTSTAR ; anyone is free to post before those tagged! ]​

 

[CHILLEDSTAR.]

their rage is much more quiet than their leader's. they still remember how bonejaw came back to camp and all that she's done and how she's acted since her return. chilledgaze's jaw clenched as they walked along side the patrol, occasionally glancing around to be sure they were safe. sure, they were headed to windclan, but chilledgaze doesn't trust them. if they're willing to attack bonejaw– ugh. starclan hated them and chilledgaze hates them right back. with a low growl, they push themself into pitchstar. he's so rightfully angry, but they needed answers first. one thing was for certain... they could not afford a war. they could not afford a fight here. not right now. but sootstar... that woman was dense and rash. she bit first and never asked questions. to her, she was always right. and chilledgaze hates that. they refuse to let pitchstar become the same way.
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[ NOBODY ELSE MATTERS, GIRL ]​

 

[fallenmoon]

For once in her life (baring her kithood), Fall is quiet. Shes on guard with watchful eyes as they begin to approach the Windclan border. Shes not sure why the clans do this, why they couldn’t live together in peace, why they attack each other, why it had to be Shadowclan getting the short end of the stick. She thinks of her friend, Bonejaw, how angry Pitch had been at her return, the words that ripped through his throat and she shudders. Fall feels like a kid again, unable to keep everyone happy.


Thats why she had to remain optimistic. Had to put on a smile, so thats exactly what she did. Though strained, it was a smile alright as she stops besides her leader, besides Chilledgaze, pelt prickling uncomfortably. Her breath is beyond shaky, what if this turned in to another fight? What if they ended up overpowering Pitchstar because he asked? No. Even if it were her dying breath, she’d use it to protect her clan, Pitch, because they gave her a home. A reason to belong.

 

[Irispath]

Yewberry was woefully caught by the border this hour, looking for prey and keeping an eye out for herbs.

"Uh- I-"

He wasn't expecting Pitchstar and his patrol to come demanding an audience.....So angrily.

Alright. Calm down.

" I can get her but- what happened?" He asked. The small lilac tom was ill equipped for diplomacy, and his faintly trembling figure showed as much. He wanted to go hide in a hole.

These cats were bigger and stronger than him, they could kill him easily. And it worried him, with the wrath in Pitchstars eyes.


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[QUAILPAW]

( ♕ ) fear. it was the only thing her mind could register as the angry shadowclan leader stood on their borders, demanding to speak with her leader. hesitation caused her to wonder why these cats were so angry. a side glance would be cast to yewberry, watching his futile attempts at deescalating the current situation. "i'll go back for her." sputtering the words from her jaws, the apprentice would turn on her heels and race for their camp, in hopes of crossing paths with @SOOTSTAR along the way.
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( BABY YOU'RE THE DEVIL I KNOW ; MAYBE I COULD STOP, BUT I WON'T )

 

[Dandelionwish]

He had not spoken out about what happened, at the urging and pleading of his mentor and insistance that medicine cat business remained among them but she was not his mentor anymore. Honeytwist had made the same choice she condemnd Bonejaw for, perhaps out of penance but he wondered vaguely if it was more out of fear. Regardless, this was their one alliance he had hoped to keep stable despite WindClan's refusal to bend or appeal to anyone else. The cinnamon molly could only teach him so much and she was distancing even now as he approached the border to meet the ShadowClan patrol with his head held high and a look of sincere unease across his young face. Dandelionpaw knew why the ShadowClan leader was here, no amount of silence would change the wounds scored on black hide and blood spilled over broken ideals. Bonejaw may have kept her silence, but any fool would have smelt the WindClan scent left lingering from the assault, the ThunderClan mingled with it as well. StarClan had not stopped that meeting when it should have, he had to step up and even he had done so poorly...
The sepia point was just one cat. One youthfully naive cat. His brown limbs carried him forward to the border where he met the furious ShadowClan leader's eyes with his own morose mismatched one. The apprentice wanted to ask how Bonejaw was, was she okay, would she need help with anything-whatever it took to make amends. He hoped she was alright, but he held his tongue for now on the matter.
"Quailpaw is fast, it won't take long." He commented, standing alongside Yewberry and easily towering over the smaller tom despite their age difference. "I'm...Dandelionpaw, the medicine cat-" His voice wavered, uncertain, but he stopped himself from saying apprentice and frowned, "...Sootstar wasn't far, last I saw...it'll be only a moment."

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[BARKBREATH.]

It had been quite the sight, when Bonejaw dragged herself into camp wit' a limping gait n dry blood crusted on his fur. All 'cross camp, heads had turns, questions were shot at the molly, dragging up close to zilch s' far as answers go.

N' then when someone had noticed Windclan stinking up her pelt, that sure had piqued his interest. Those tiny scraps? They same scraps who had caught an audience just the other day, looking to align themselves with Pitchstar? He couldn't wrap his head around the strategy, propose peace, n' then challenge that so soon. Elaborate sorta thinkin' out of his league, maybe, or maybe they were jus' plain stupid. He's leanin' toward the latter, f' he's honest, but he'd like to think a lil' more of a queen who hailed from the marsh.

Anyone could see the rage traveling with the dear 'ol leader, eyes ablaze, his call for an audience is anything but polite. His lackey feels similarly, Falln' forces a smile. Barkbreath joins 'er in that, his grin set wide on his face, though it's a lot easier, nothin' atypical. He din't harbor the same youthful rage he might've had once. Roll with the punches, he's enjoyin' his life. 'Course, dependin' on how this goes he may 'ave to chase away any Windclanner he see's, from now on.

Though, the lil' things words would have him squawk in surprise, perkin' up as he introduces 'imself. "Medicine cat?" he repeats, incredelous. "Din't you jus' say you're a paw?" Maybe he wasn't keepin' up with all these new rules, weird names n' the like. Still, s'not like there seems to be any experience in those big 'ol eyes. He heaves a short, considerin'. "Euugh, gonna give ours a beatin' n' then lie to us, too?" he says, cranin' his neck odd at the kid.​

 

[LARKTREK]

Once again, Larktrek is face to face with a ShadowClan patrol. Though the last one was large in nature, that interaction had been peaceful, pleasant.

This was far different than the last. ShadowClan's new leader, storming through their moorlands, with a patrol that's large, though not as large as the last. He's angry, eyes wild with rage. Larktrek isn't sure why, but his demands to see Sootstar can't bring too good of news.

Dandelionpaw takes the reigns, the poor kid. Too young to be taking such a role, in his opinion, in ShadowClan's too, it seems, as muffled echoes of questions over the new medicine cat's rank land on what remains of Larktrek's ears.

"Greetings," he says, a polite bow of the head - an attempt to calm the rage that stands before him, if not temporarily. Despite his politeness, the warrior stands firm beside Dandelionpaw - a defense for the kid in the midst of the smaller group of WindClanners. "I'm sure Sootstar will be here soon, but, what seems to be the problem?" All this yowling, scaring off WindClan's prey - it couldn't be over anything good.
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[applepaw?]

"Yeah, you heard him right, buddy." Apple comes as Quail leaves, an annoyed expression on her face (though its not out of place, she always looked annoyed). She flicks an ear as she looks after the retreating figure of her best friend before turning a quirked brow towards the patrol, geez, what did these cats do to piss them off to much? Regardless of the situation and her growing disdain and anger, she steps protectively in front of Dandelion as the old man (who practically looks as if hes about to fall over with all that craning) accuses him of something she knew Dandelion would never do. "He wouldn't." its curt, cut short as her own fur begins to prickle. Sootstar needs to get here, and fast.
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"speech"​

 

[GECKOSCREECH]

❝ holding it together with one loose string. ❝​

when the brambled entrance of camp had parted open to make way for a feline, no one expected to see the exhausted form of bonejaw who had practically dragged herself into the clearing with a limp accompanying her every step alongside the blood crusting over patches of ebony fur. the clan quickly erupted into a flurry of questions of what happened but they were never answered.

in the midst of pitchstar's bubbling fury, some have pointed out the prominent scents of both thunderclan and windclan clinging to the medicine cat's pelt and that could be the moment all hell broke loose. their lanky tabby leader practically blew a fuse, rounding on clanmates to hastily put together a rather sizeable patrol because if he wasn't going to get a name out of bonejaw then they might as well pay a few cats a little visit.

now here they were, standing at the border with a pissed off pitchstar demanding an audience from the small, moor-dwelling queen while her subjects began to make trickling appearances infront of them. it was strange to think that only a few sunrises ago windclan had payed them a visit with an offer of a partnership and now they've become a sole suspect of the attack. surely they aren't that stupid to turn their backs on them so suddenly.

a banded tail would sweep slow behind geckoscreech, her composure firm as she stood alongside barkbreath who was chatting at the sepia toned medicine cat. aqua hues would soon flick over towards larktrek who appeared by the apprentice's side with an inquiry falling from his maw. "you'll figure it out when your leader gets here." she responded tersely, keeping her words clipped as they all waited for sootstar to appear over those rolling hills.
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[Brawlinglion]

The calico drew up alongside the rest of the ShadowClanners, flanking Pitchstar and standing poised like an ominous presence just waiting for a chance to be set off the leash. Tensions were high and Brawlinglion was lavishing it! For WindClan's sake they better have a damned good explanation for what had happened to Bonejaw, otherwise they were going to feel the bitter sting of her claws. "Your leader better hurry up." She growled lowly with a lash of her tail.
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[REEDBONES]

❝ INFO ❞ Reedbones doesn't care for alliances or long-winded, circular discussions where they toss blame and responsibility around like an unwanted child. He rolls his eyes and skirts the edge of the smattering of his fellow WindClanners, eyeing the marsh cats with interest. They look ready to gnash their teeth and show their claws. Reedbones wishes they would; he's bored of this already. The clash over territory seems an entire lifetime away now, and they call this uneasy silence between bouts of violence peace.

If he had his way, they'd build up enough hardened warriors to carve out more territory for themselves.

Reedbones only steps closer when Dandelionpaw's accused of lying— which he hasn't. It's an offense worth chewing on someone's throat for, and the accuser had a thin enough neck he thinks it wouldn't be much trouble at all.

"Hey," he greets the ShadowClanner from where he's stood near Dandelionpaw. "Bend your head just a little, towards me. I've always wanted to know what the sun looks like through someone's empty fuckin' ears." For all that it's an insult, it's spoken pleasantly and through a smile, which doesn't falter as another of their pesky shadowlings complains about Sootstar's arrival.

"She'll get here when she gets here." Maybe she wants to see them squirm with their righteous fury. Reedbones is certainly enjoying the sight of it.
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[SOOTSTAR]

Her heart practically had dropped to her paws when Quailpaw had told her. Pitchstar is at the border, and he's mad. What in the hell did he have to be mad about?! Sootstar's first thought shoots to the tunnels, had he discovered they had used them once or twice to spy in on them? No way they had picked up their scent... but it wasn't impossible, Sootstar imagines.

She collects a couple of her most trusted warriors, @WEASELCLAW and @JaggedOak who would follow her in tow. Weaselclaw being her lover, Jaggedoak being a good friend and uh... former ex-lover. Likely something she'd have to catch Weaselclaw up on during one of their upcoming dinner-dates, funny she had revealed her crazy, backstabbing, disloyal ex before she had revealed her actually normal one... The time would come.

When she arrives, ShadowClan is most certainly there, fur bristling at the border. Her own clan-mates too were already standing, the fur equally bristling, that or they took up weary stances. The blue smoke stands up beside her young medicine cat and Reedbones, ember eyes not taking long at all to find the Swamp King.

"Pitchstar!" She greets cheerfully with a faux grin as if the tom didn't look as if he wanted to bite her face off. "Each time we see each other ShadowClan just looks better and better. What can I do to help my dear friends today, hmm?" ​

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Spoiler: TAGS ★ 10/19

( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​

╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· SOOTSTAR, female — she / her
╰ ‣ 31 moons . pisces. ages on the first
╰ ‣ windclan leader . marsh-born . believes in starclan
╰ ‣ former soldier of the marsh group

╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smells like heather and wet dirt , status — 100%
╰ ‣ blue smoke . scarred chest, difficult to see through fur . green eyes

╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ESTJ-A ❝ EXECTUTIVE ❞ , Slytherin, Lawful Evil
╰ ‣ Cunning, brash, fierce, confident, self-reliant, envious & selfish
╰ ‣ finds great difficulty in relating to others . can be cruel, usually shows mercy to those she can find sympathy with

╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· SOOT CLAW x PEBBLE BREEZE, sister to Pebblenose
╰ ‣ heterosexual. romantically interested in Weaselclaw
╰ ‣ mother to owlpaw & shrikepaw
╰ ‣ average fighter . skilled hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.

 

[PITCHSTAR]

Pitchstar doesn't dignify any of these fuckin' weasels with a response, aside from curled lips and bristling napes. He wants to see Sootstar, not her damn minions!

He's vaguely aware of Chilledgaze's side pressed against his. Perhaps that is the only thing grounding him, preventing him from lashing out at these cocky bastards who're acting ignorant to the situation. As if his aunt isn't back at home, nursing her wounds from one of them.

When the empress appears before him, with a smile as sickly sweet as an adder's, his head whips around to glower at the smaller she-cat. "Cut the shit, Sootstar," Pitchstar demands, the lashinh of his tail growing more erratic still as his anger mounts. "I want you to tell me why my medicine cat returned to us, bloody and stinking of WindClan and ThunderClan. I want you to explain to me why one of your own clanmates attacked my aunt mere sunrises after our discussion of an alliance!" Pitchstar's eyes narrow. "Did you think we wouldn't notice the smell of the moors on her? Is this what you call an alliance, Sootstar? Trying to pick us off, one by one, all while calling it friendship? Was this your plan from the beginning?" The accusations fly before his mind catches up with his mouth, paranoia edging every syllable.​

 

[Irispath]

Oh, he's real mad. He's super mad. He's mega mad. Never before has Yewberry been witness to such untamed wrath. It causes him to shiver a bit, but he doesn't run.

He kneads the ground with his claws out of anxiety, thankful that Sootstar is finally here. He listens to Pitchstar quietly and tries to recall the night the medicine cats came back from their meeting.

He's too unfocused though. His attention is on the present, unable to focus on anything else.

But no matter how frightened he was, he wasn't going to run.

"Let's not jump to conclusions, now. We can settle this without injury." He says, managing to speak clearly.

He was so glad Sootstar was here.

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[Dandelionwish]

It was nice to know his clanmates were there and would happily defend him, but he wished they were not so loud in doing so; maybe it was his nerves but the voices all seemed to be rising at once and he dipped his head slightly so his face was not visible behind where Applepaw was standing, he leaned into Reedbone’s leg once the tom was present next to him, nostrils flaring in alarm at the insult and he wants to plead for everyone to be kind but he holds his tongue until Sootstar arrives.
And finally she does and it’s like the ShadowClan leader could hold back no longer when he erupts into accusations Dandelionpaw knew to be true.
Pitchsun. He had seen the quiet spotted tom a few times at the gathering, who knew his face could contort to something so terrifying when fueled with rage; it was daunting. It almost had Dandelionpaw swallowing his words down out of fear, but he could not fall apart now. Honeytwist may not be a medicine cat any longer, but he was going to suffer the consequences of her actions if he didn’t do something. Similarly to Sootstar, he wanted this alliance with ShadowClan desperately because there was nowhere else to turn as it stood now. What would happen if too many cats got injured? Sickness swept the camp? He was one apprentice, he needed somewhere to be able to fall back on for support and help and Bonejaw had, surprisingly, seemed the most sensible of all the cats at their gathering-not to mention he was still worried and upset over what happened to her.
Soostar appeared with a cheerful greeting that did not match her nor the tone of the situation, he had to do something to recover this and in a last desperate bid to sway the ties he burst into tears; he’d been holding it in since that night anyways, if they were going down he was going to have some cathartic sobbing.
“I-I’m s..I’m sorry, Pitchstar!” He remembered Honeytwist asking him to keep what happened to himself, he remembered silently nodding too shocked still to respond; he’d been left laughing at the moon and unsure of what to do. There had been nothing he could do then, but he could do something now, “I just…I just finished telling Sootstar about it, I’m sorry I didn’t speak up sooner-she’s already demoted Honeytwist for what she’s done, StarClan can judge her now…”
There was a brief moment where he turned to his leader as if to confirm, but his eyes narrowed slightly and he hoped she was as sharp as her damn claws were.
The sepia point rambled on, part of the words were carefully placed lies but the rest were genuine; his remorse and despair were not fake.
“I was too scared to bring it up, I didn’t know what to do…” Hopefully, for once, his youth would spare him needing to be fully rational at all times. Hopefully just being upfront and emotional would lend him some lenience. He couldn’t remember the last time he cried but, well, it felt good finally to just shout his frustrations out in the form of his fears.
“I-is Bonejaw okay? I tried to help, I did….but I couldn’t….”
Dandelionpaw felt his fur on his face drying into brittle, itchy points; it's one reason why he despised getting wet, but he’d happily toss aside his dignity in favor of keeping structure.
Honeytwist had abandoned him with not only a position too large for his shoulders to bear, but a problem of her own making that would be his downfall.
He loved her, but he wanted to bite her right now for this.

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[QUAILPAW]

( ♕ ) the look alone on quailpaw’s face had sent a horrid feeling down the depths of her stomach, reluctantly following behind her. she didn’t know what was going on, but knew that it was something to file away for a later conversation with applepaw. brushing against the molly’s flank, she’d freeze, watching as pitchstar descended into a mindless rage, wondering if he would dare to step across the borders.

knowing it best to remain silent, she would turn to gaze at the- medicinecat (with all the recent changes and events she couldn’t keep track of what was going on in the clan anymore) as he stuttered and stumbled over his words. tail flicking softly behind her, she would return her gaze to the leaders by the end of his speech. surely pitchstar wouldn’t take things further upon seeing sootstar had handled their own clan’s affairs?
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( BABY YOU'RE THE DEVIL I KNOW ; MAYBE I COULD STOP, BUT I WON'T )

 

[SOOTSTAR]

No pleasentries? She respects it, Sootstar wouldn't with any other leader neither... Yet Pitchstar? He was the youngest leader- in terms of promotion date, in the clans. Sootstar felt he was crazed, unpredictable, and that was something she could take advantage of. All she had to do was play her cards right, and first that came with convincing this fool that WindClan did nothing wrong.

Yet she is shocked by what she hears... yet she fails to believe it. Why would any of her clan-mates attack the ShadowClan medicine cat? Bonejaw- thats who he was referring to was he not?

Sootstar nearly opens her maw to make a dismissing remark, "you sure you aren't just smelling what you want to smell? None of my cats would've attacked a ShadowClan cat, especially without my knowledge..." but Dandelionpaw interrupts her. Hearing what he has to say gives her complete whiplash with the situation at paw. Honeytwist- she... what? Yet she is so quick criticizes me on morals. Fury burns inside of her, how dare she- how dare she mess up the one alliance WindClan could take?!

This had to be intentional. Honeytwist had purposely thrown their alliance into the muck, this was her way at getting back and Sootstar, wasn't it?!
Again, she finds herself stunned once more at what Dandelionpaw says. I just finished telling Sootstar about it... She's already demoted for what she's done.
Thank the moon and the stars?! Dandelionpaw lied, and it was their one-way ticket to keeping this alliance secure.To keeping their tails attached.

The smile has long faded from her face, a serious and faux sympathetic look replaces it, just like that. "How foolish of me... of course that is what you've came for. As my medicine cat said, Honeytwist has already been demoted. We do not tolerate attacking friends in WindClan, those who do are severely punished." She assures Pitchstar, "We will make up for it at the feast. ShadowClan will dine." Sootstar assures.

Yet... she is devious.
ThunderClan too had also been mentioned, she looks to Dandelionpaw.
"But you never mentioned a ThunderClanner..." Oh... give ThunderClan a little trouble too. Give ShadowClan some enemies so that they may need WindClan more than they currently do. Sootstar just loved using fear to her advantage... Stars only knew if it'd work, but it was worth a try.​

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Spoiler: TAGS ★ 10/19

( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​

╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· SOOTSTAR, female — she / her
╰ ‣ 31 moons . pisces. ages on the first
╰ ‣ windclan leader . marsh-born . believes in starclan
╰ ‣ former soldier of the marsh group

╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smells like heather and wet dirt , status — 100%
╰ ‣ blue smoke . scarred chest, difficult to see through fur . green eyes

╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ESTJ-A ❝ EXECTUTIVE ❞ , Slytherin, Lawful Evil
╰ ‣ Cunning, brash, fierce, confident, self-reliant, envious & selfish
╰ ‣ finds great difficulty in relating to others . can be cruel, usually shows mercy to those she can find sympathy with

╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· SOOT CLAW x PEBBLE BREEZE, sister to Pebblenose
╰ ‣ heterosexual. romantically interested in Weaselclaw
╰ ‣ mother to owlpaw & shrikepaw
╰ ‣ average fighter . skilled hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.

 

[Dandelionwish]

There’s such a long pause, or it feels like it, between Sootstar looking at him to looking at Pitchstar in disbelief to back at him again and meeting his gaze as he speaks words she knows well enough to not be true. He didn’t know which of his clanmates present was aware of what happened, for all they knew it could be the truth itself but when the smoke gray she-cat speaks he only hopes their fear or respect or whatever reverence they might have would hold their tongues. Sootstar takes the burden of the lie and lifts it off him.
Good. Good…
She could carry the rest of it from here, he could let the tension in his shoulders ease and slouch again without feeling as if his rigid stance was the only thing keeping him upright.
Dandelionpaw is only vaguely listening, unsteady on his paws from the sense of overwhelming dread that flooded his senses moments before. It’s only when he realizes he’s being spoken to does he turn both mismatched eyes at the leader in confusion.

ThunderClan. Oh…that was right. He had been so caught up in his anxiety regarding Honeytwist he fully forgot that the ThunderClan medicine cat had also unsheathed her claws. While his loyalty to his former mentor kept him from denouncing her and holding his silence for so long, he had no such connection to the ashen gray she-cat who was first to strike. Cinder...flake? Frost?..was her name wasn’t it? He didn’t want an enemy of ThunderClan anymore than it already was, but he could not fathom the idea of that terrifying medicine cat going unpunished when he’d had to watch Honeytwist fall apart right in front of his eyes.
Was it righteousness, pettiness, or maybe even fear that made him make his next decision? It was hard to say but the young medicine cat committed to it.
Dandelionpaw wasn’t stupid, he knew what Sootstar wanted and he knew why, but he took the bait willingly, “I…I’m sorry, it all happened so fast. The gray she-cat? She was the ThunderClanner...Cinder-something. She jumped on Bonejaw first…”
He scuffed his paws, uncertain, part of him felt like medicine cat business should be just that but what he’d seen was not medicine cat business, it was outright violence.
“...it was my first meeting….I just met them all…” He almost had half a mind to not go back to another meeting, what if they attacked him like they did Bonejaw? "....is Bonejaw okay though...does she need anything?"

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[JaggedOak]

"THEY SAY THAT IM RECKLESS BECAUSE I'M RELENTLESS"​

'Quailpaw wasn't kidding...' When the small apprentice had rushed towards them with news of the Shadowclan patrol and Pitchstar, the large black tabby could hardly believe it. While he had heard that the other half of the marsh group was fairing well, the thing that stuck out to him the most was the rage that Quailpaw described. From what he had seen from the former Pitchsun was that he was more reserved, not the type to bring a possible war platoon to future ally land. Of course, that was when he was Pitchsun. When he was appointed under his mother. This was Pitchstar, a cat who had already lost family.

And a cat who wasn't afraid to show his anger with a cascade of bodies to back him up.

The amount of feline shapes that appeared over the hill made his fur bristle at first. Although their numbers were relatively the same on both sides before their arrival, half of the Windclanner's were apprentices, and the other half smaller then most of the Shadowclanners. He was grateful for Reedbones being there and with the arrival of the two warriors and their leader, it evened up the numbers a bit more, maybe even tipping them in Windclan's favor. That is, if it came down to a fight... And the burly tom was always ready for a fight. His other clanmates however...

As he stepped onto the scene behind Sootstar, the 20lb warrior moved towards Yewberry and the apprentices, Applepaw and Quailpaw. With a heavy step, JaggedOak places himself over the small warrior, standing tall with his tail swaying lowly behind him. He was effectively blocking the two apprentices from view, hoping to draw the attention of any hostile movements if it came down to it. It almost seemed like it was about to as Pitchstar took his perch and exploded with such vigor and disrespect that Jaggedoak could feel his teeth grind together as they showed themselves in a snarl.

His claws dug into the dry earth beneath him and his ears drooped closer to his head. 'Such accusations! And towards a clan that holds a paw out in community?! Sootstar should rip the chance at a friendship right from under your ungrateful paws!' The muscles in his legs tense, the black tabby was ready to yell out in retort, to demand respect when speaking to another leader, when he, too, found himself cut off by Dandelion speaking out. A look of surprise and confusion flashed across his features before copper eyes looked to Sootstar.

He caught the same flash she held as him, just barely there before buried under the practiced mask she so easily held. JaggedOak wanted to say something, the confusion bubbling up dangerously close to questions slipping out. 'Why would Dandelionpaw lie just now? Why didn't they tell Sootstar originally? Didn't Honeytwist know about the alliance?' For all the medicine cat's that could have been on the unlucky side of Windclan claws, it had to be Shadowclan's right? Jaggedoak's head swirled with thoughts and questions and all he wanted to do was ask for clarity in that situation.

But he could read the atmosphere, hear the words that his medicine cat and leader spoke. He had been around Sootstar for long enough and understood when to hold his tongue. It was not his place to question either of the two windclanners. He wasn't even a lead warrior. He was a front line cat. There to take hits and dish them back out. He most likely wasn't needed in this situation but he stood there protectively none the less, listening carefully to what Pitchstar's response will be all the while keeping his questions in the back of his mind. He'll have to ask for clarification when they are all on their way back to camp.

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