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The taste of victory was that of blood, it seemed. Tigerfrost had taken a beating, despite his triumph. It seemed that in these past few moons, he could hardly catch a break. No, it was wound after wound, suffering after suffering. But then, he always was too stubborn for his own good. He'd endure it, just as he always had. Shedding blood for WindClan was part of his loyalties as a Warrior. Now, he sits outside of the medicine den, grooming himself in silence. His injuries were brutal, scars that would mark his coat forever, but he would heal, so long as Vulturemask could keep the rot from setting in. That night before had been a vicious scene, yowls and hisses and tangles of clawed limbs. And then that gathering... well, that was a whole different beast entirely, wasn't it? And Tigerfrost doesn't know what to think, really. He's been confused, emotional perhaps, thoughtful.
Why had StarClan struck the Great Rock like that, charring the stone where Sootstar's paws so often rest? He wonders this, time and time again, but cannot fathom the cause. Why would they be angry at Sootstar, when she had not even ordered the raid? It was her council that had sent the clan surging into RiverClan territory, thirsty for vengeance. Not Sootstar. So then, of course, his mind had shifted elsewhere. It was StarClan warning them all, showing their displeasure toward all clans, and the recent events. But he hopes the ancestors could understand why WindClan had retaliated. There needed to be justice for Juniperfrost, and since Cicadastar would not have given it freely, WindClan had taken it themselves. Now, another warrior was dead. Clearsight. Not one he had heard of before the gathering. A part of him knows that it's wrong to feel satisfied. But despite that, Tigerfrost feels that it still wasn't enough. Hyacinthbreath still lives. The traitor that had caused all of this war in the first place. Perhaps RiverClan will grieve for their Warrior enough to finally see clearly. Perhaps they'd exile the true cause of Clearsight's death.
Ah, but Tigerfrost doubts it. He's not the only stubborn tom in the forest, after all. Cicadastar seemed dead set on allowing the murderer to remain under his watchful eyes, even after all of the blood and death she had caused. His thoughts are soured, and he blows out a sigh, looking toward the afternoon skies above his head. I won't be able to hunt and patrol for awhile, the tom laments to himself. But at least the battle had been won. He had defeated his opponent, and WindClan had stolen a Warrior from the enemy. An eye for an eye. A life for a life. The Lead Warrior still wishes for Hyacinthbreath's blood, but he supposes... that debt between WindClan and RiverClan is settled for now. Until of course, Cicadastar and his warriors decided to strike again, to take another life for no other reason than bloodthirst. Tigerfrost lowers his eyes, returns to his effort of grooming his fur. There were better things to think about.
Like... Snailpaw. They had been in the raid. How had they fared? Tigerfrost casts his gaze out toward his apprentice, spotting them nearby. With a wave of his tail, he motions Snailpaw over to speak.
"You're still alive." He notes simply. "How went the raid for you?"
@SNAILPAW
Why had StarClan struck the Great Rock like that, charring the stone where Sootstar's paws so often rest? He wonders this, time and time again, but cannot fathom the cause. Why would they be angry at Sootstar, when she had not even ordered the raid? It was her council that had sent the clan surging into RiverClan territory, thirsty for vengeance. Not Sootstar. So then, of course, his mind had shifted elsewhere. It was StarClan warning them all, showing their displeasure toward all clans, and the recent events. But he hopes the ancestors could understand why WindClan had retaliated. There needed to be justice for Juniperfrost, and since Cicadastar would not have given it freely, WindClan had taken it themselves. Now, another warrior was dead. Clearsight. Not one he had heard of before the gathering. A part of him knows that it's wrong to feel satisfied. But despite that, Tigerfrost feels that it still wasn't enough. Hyacinthbreath still lives. The traitor that had caused all of this war in the first place. Perhaps RiverClan will grieve for their Warrior enough to finally see clearly. Perhaps they'd exile the true cause of Clearsight's death.
Ah, but Tigerfrost doubts it. He's not the only stubborn tom in the forest, after all. Cicadastar seemed dead set on allowing the murderer to remain under his watchful eyes, even after all of the blood and death she had caused. His thoughts are soured, and he blows out a sigh, looking toward the afternoon skies above his head. I won't be able to hunt and patrol for awhile, the tom laments to himself. But at least the battle had been won. He had defeated his opponent, and WindClan had stolen a Warrior from the enemy. An eye for an eye. A life for a life. The Lead Warrior still wishes for Hyacinthbreath's blood, but he supposes... that debt between WindClan and RiverClan is settled for now. Until of course, Cicadastar and his warriors decided to strike again, to take another life for no other reason than bloodthirst. Tigerfrost lowers his eyes, returns to his effort of grooming his fur. There were better things to think about.
Like... Snailpaw. They had been in the raid. How had they fared? Tigerfrost casts his gaze out toward his apprentice, spotting them nearby. With a wave of his tail, he motions Snailpaw over to speak.
"You're still alive." He notes simply. "How went the raid for you?"
@SNAILPAW
