[Fawn]

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[STYLE= float: left; border: 5px solid #bd3131; width: 183px; height: 382px; margin-top: 20px; margin-left: -50px; -webkit-border-top-left-radius: 50 ;-moz-border-radius-topleft: 50; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 50 ;-moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 50; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Eagletalon-TableImage_zps8507355b.jpg);][/style][STYLE=font-family: impact; font-size: 32px; text-align: center; margin-center: 0px; color: #bd3131; margin-top: -10px; text-shadow: 2px 0px 2px #000000; text-transform: uppercase;]EAGLETALON![/style][STYLE=width: 266px; height: 352px; overflow: auto; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; background-color: #FFFFCC; color: #000000; padding: 15px; text-align: justify; border: 5px solid #CC6600; float:right; margin-top: -9px; margin-left: -90px;] No matter how angry he was, Eagletalon could never yell at a pregnant queen. He couldn't even hint at being angry at her, as he had no intention of upsetting the babies in her belly or the sleeping kittens deep inside the warm nursery. All he could do was settle for stoic indifference, and keep his true emotions bottled up like a cap over a volcano until he was in a safe enough place to explode. With Falconleap in the nursery with her friend Pyrelight, Eagletalon went to the edge of camp, and as though he were literally walking into a fog of anger, felt his fur bristle and spike with each step he took that carried him from the source of his anger. So Falconleap had betrayed them. That was it then. One of the reasons why deputies probably shouldn't be she-cats, Eagletalon growled, knowing full well that he didn't fully believe that, but he wasn't honestly in the mood to be Mr. Equality; he just wanted his Clan to be stabilized, he wanted the burden to be lifted from his sister's shoulders, and he wanted this shoddy winter to be over already! Hissing at nothing, the warrior's normally passionate, humorous amber eyes were glazed over with frustration and feelings of betrayal. It was true, he and Falconleap had not been close, but he had trusted her, he had trusted her to be a good friend and aid to his sister Fallingstar, but she had disappointed him, Fallingstar, and everyone else in the Clan. Having thrown his lot in with the pretty tabby, he was feeling particularly embittered by this turn of events. A more sensible side of himself would have spoken up to say that he couldn't blame her for falling in love, but the part of him that was still in shock, was absolutely blaming her for it. What right did SHE have to choose one cat over her whole Clan? They'd given her the position, she had accepted it, it wasn't as if it was forced upon her and she was some sort of victim... The warrior's tail lashed, the fur along his spine spiked like jagged, tiny stalagmites, Eagletalon dropping down into a hunkered sitting position, scarred up shoulders hunched, whole posture expressing his acrimony. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - words: 403 tags: whoever // whoever notes: blah blah blah credit: PANDIE of BTN [/style]

[Phoenix]

Every time she walked into camp, Hailstrike could not stand to even look at the nursery that housed a traitor of a different sort. Never had she thought that she would be directing thoughts as hostile as they were toward StoneClan's deputy, and the mere idea that that expectation had been broken, shattered into a million pieces, enraged her all the more. It was a betrayal from the inside, and - dare she say it - one that seemed almost worst than Shadeclaw's disappearance to NightClan. Though she had not been particularly close to the object of her ire, she had trusted the she-cat in the way that every warrior trusted her deputy. She had trusted her to make the right decisions, to act with only the well-being of her clan in mind, to put the needs of StoneClan far above her own personal desires. In her mind, these were not even high, completely unreasonable expections; these were the prerequisites to shouldering the responsibilities that came with the title of deputy, and words could not describe the bitterness that flowed through her at the thought of the she-cat's failure and inability to understand this.

Falconleap had failed them in almost the worst way possible. She had chosen her own selfish desires - of one cat! - over the clan that had more need of her than ever in these dire times. It was hard enough keeping spirits up during the cold, dark days of leaf-bare; the blow that her completely unnecessary actions had caused only hurt them more. Blow after blow. Resiliant as she knew StoneClan was, Hailstrike could not help but worry about how many more blows like these, ones that hit hard and deep, her clan could handle. Suspiscion and distrust lurked in the shadows of the clan's mind, unspoken and unaddressed, but still existent. If Falconleap, their own deputy, had chosen to betray them like this, in complete disregard of the Warrior Code... Who wasn't to say that Fallingstar might be next?

And she hated herself for having these doubts, for thinking these thoughts, almost as much as she hated the she-cat who had spawned them with her unforgivable actions.

Ice blue eyes gazed around camp as usual, pointedly ignoring the nursery, and eventually landed on the familiar sand-colored pelt of Eagletalon. Judging by the bristling fur along his back, she assumed that he was in an equally pleasant mood. Hailstrike walked over to join him, every step denoting her irritation. "You and I seem to be of a similar mindset," She told his back in the place of a greeting, voice controlled. "I think it would be best if we were to escape camp for a little while, if you would agree to do so."