do you know your enemy? [lionstar] Apr 29, 2016 0:09:57 GMT -5
Post by Insidious on Apr 29, 2016 0:09:57 GMT -5
Sleekshade had been instructed to lead NightClan back to their camp without him. She had protested, following his eyes towards Lionstar and choking back a displeased snarl, but his mind was made up, and she knew better than to try and convince him otherwise. The nature of the conversation they were going to have had been no concern of hers in the moment, but as the deputy of their clan, he would opt to discuss it with her upon his return if she insisted to be in the loop. She had, obviously, insisted, and since Dimstar’s word wasn’t to be taken lightly, she settled into a satisfied silence and agreed to lead NightClan back. Anyone who asked would be told that he had important business to tend to, and nothing more.
The Gathering had slowly dispersed, and Dimstar made a beeline for the outskirts of StarClan’s Claws, confident that Lionstar would join him at his own pace. He intended to truck towards the border between their clans, taking a quiet, secluded route that would hopefully allow for no disruptions. This wasn’t a conversation he wanted any of his clanmates to listen in on, and the same went for the cats of TreeClan; Ravenstar’s death sat idle in the recesses of his mind, for it had been properly avenged when Bloodtalon was killed, but he knew that some of his clanmates wouldn’t agree that one life was enough in exchange for hers. She had been a respected and well-liked leader, but her reign had come to its inevitable end, and Dimstar didn’t think her position made her more important. At the end of the day, they were all cats, warriors, and a life for a life would always balance out.
“This is where she died,” The stoic tom said matter-of-factly, not bothering to glance behind him and confirm Lionstar’s presence, “and that, I presume, is where Bloodtalon died in return.” He gestured curtly over the border, and allotted a brief pause in which his fellow leader could confirm or deny his suspicions. He turned, then, the notion sharp and calculated, to fixate the maned tom with his colourless eyes. His expression was oddly dispassionate for someone who spoke in regards to the death of their previous leader. “I want you to know that I hold no ill will against TreeClan for what transpired. Ravenstar’s death was unfortunate, but because it was avenged, I’m not inclined to take further action.” He considered, as an afterthought, that Lionstar wouldn’t appreciate his warrior being implied any disrespect, but he didn’t feel the need to apologize. “If you can agree, then this doesn’t need to become a problem.” Coming from anyone else, it might’ve sounded like a threat, but Dimstar’s voice was eerily hollow.