- Jun 8, 2023
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// this is in reaction to this scene :)
There wasn't a such thing as overreacting- in Batwing's mind, anyways. Overreacting was a thing of the past- a word that no longer held any measure to him here. Overreacting didn't exist, not after he leapt into the gorge. Not when he had saved Thunderclan with what some believed was an 'overreaction'. But whilst he studied the scene below, he thinks the blood that no longer existed in his veins was boiling. He thinks that just as Skyclaw bowled Gentlestorm over, his heart was urging him to cast judgement, to leap below and save them. That was no longer his place.
Batwing's muzzle was drawn back, lips taut and teeth grit, his ears backwards and that ever-familiar rage in his optics. Skyclaw's paws rending into skin, into flesh, of his best friend, his sons forced to watch. Skyclaw looking justified as he retreated from his body, even as Coalpaw struck forward. Terror, he thinks, is what grips him then- he just watched Gentlestorm get near-destroyed, and his son wanted to retaliate. "No-" He choked out, and Skyclaw's words rung in his ears, just as it bounced around the medicine den that now stank of blood.
And you. Leave ThunderClan, and no one who loves you here will ever love you again. I will be sure of that.
It takes him a long moment for Batwing to regain his center then- rage had flashed blindly, ripped through each emotion of his. His chin was pressed to his chest, shoulders heaving with breaths he no longer needed to take. Was he shaking? Had he shouted in anger? He wasn't sure, eyes slowly opening again. By the time he looked again, Skyclaw was gone, Hopepaw taking the lead in trying to put Gentlestorm together. Barely tangible beneath the fury in his heart was the pride in his sons, their strength, their unwillingness to back away from a challenge.
"Heartless..." He uttered in regard to Skyclaw, tongue thick with the insult he had muttered. That's not very Starclan-y of you. His ear twitched in response to his own thoughts, washing it away, leaning forward to see what might happen next.
There wasn't a such thing as overreacting- in Batwing's mind, anyways. Overreacting was a thing of the past- a word that no longer held any measure to him here. Overreacting didn't exist, not after he leapt into the gorge. Not when he had saved Thunderclan with what some believed was an 'overreaction'. But whilst he studied the scene below, he thinks the blood that no longer existed in his veins was boiling. He thinks that just as Skyclaw bowled Gentlestorm over, his heart was urging him to cast judgement, to leap below and save them. That was no longer his place.
Batwing's muzzle was drawn back, lips taut and teeth grit, his ears backwards and that ever-familiar rage in his optics. Skyclaw's paws rending into skin, into flesh, of his best friend, his sons forced to watch. Skyclaw looking justified as he retreated from his body, even as Coalpaw struck forward. Terror, he thinks, is what grips him then- he just watched Gentlestorm get near-destroyed, and his son wanted to retaliate. "No-" He choked out, and Skyclaw's words rung in his ears, just as it bounced around the medicine den that now stank of blood.
And you. Leave ThunderClan, and no one who loves you here will ever love you again. I will be sure of that.
It takes him a long moment for Batwing to regain his center then- rage had flashed blindly, ripped through each emotion of his. His chin was pressed to his chest, shoulders heaving with breaths he no longer needed to take. Was he shaking? Had he shouted in anger? He wasn't sure, eyes slowly opening again. By the time he looked again, Skyclaw was gone, Hopepaw taking the lead in trying to put Gentlestorm together. Barely tangible beneath the fury in his heart was the pride in his sons, their strength, their unwillingness to back away from a challenge.
"Heartless..." He uttered in regard to Skyclaw, tongue thick with the insult he had muttered. That's not very Starclan-y of you. His ear twitched in response to his own thoughts, washing it away, leaning forward to see what might happen next.
"speech"
