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༄༄ Sootstar may not be dead, but she is gone all the same. The only thing that remains of the serpent-tongued leader is an ashen shell, hollowed out and left to lie across the floor of the very den she had once claimed as her own. The she-cat is nothing more than a ghost haunting WindClan’s camp; even after Sootstar dies, whenever that happens, Scorchstreak is certain that her presence will be felt for generations to come. That is a part of the reason that the calico stands guard so stubbornly at the den’s entrance is because she has seen firsthand the destruction that Sootstar has wrought, in the past. The words that drip like venom from her fangs cannot be trusted, especially around those clanmates weak-willed enough to believe her words.
Speaking of weak-willed followers…
She steps in front of a familiar blue and white form that approaches the den, golden eyes settling into a suspicious glare. The fact that Sootspot and Snakehiss still walk within these gorse walls is a testament to Sunstride’s mercy—were it her choice, both toms would be driven out like Granitepelt and the others. Not only had Sootspot remained at Sootstar’s for far too long, but he had also had the nerve to throw Dappledsun’s death back in her face.
No, Scorchstreak does not trust Sootspot any further than the den’s entrance. She had her doubts about allowing the tunneler to stay in the first place, but allowing him to freely speak to his mother feels like a step too far. "Wait," she says, a frown creasing her scarred muzzle. "What business do you have with Sootstar?"
// @SOOTSPOT
Speaking of weak-willed followers…
She steps in front of a familiar blue and white form that approaches the den, golden eyes settling into a suspicious glare. The fact that Sootspot and Snakehiss still walk within these gorse walls is a testament to Sunstride’s mercy—were it her choice, both toms would be driven out like Granitepelt and the others. Not only had Sootspot remained at Sootstar’s for far too long, but he had also had the nerve to throw Dappledsun’s death back in her face.
No, Scorchstreak does not trust Sootspot any further than the den’s entrance. She had her doubts about allowing the tunneler to stay in the first place, but allowing him to freely speak to his mother feels like a step too far. "Wait," she says, a frown creasing her scarred muzzle. "What business do you have with Sootstar?"
// @SOOTSPOT