Post by Zeneka on Jun 1, 2019 11:16:22 GMT -5
Darkstar seethed on the way back from the gathering. How dare that coward call her out, completely disrespect her, and then refuse to face her. Her tail lashed back and forth the entire trip back home, her paws leading the way by muscle memory alone as her dark thoughts ran away with just how she would like to repay TreeClan’s leader for his words and actions both tonight.
Rainfur had taken up the rear of the patrol, ensuring every cat was accounted for and no one stayed behind to cause any problems now that tempers had flared over the events of the night, but as they neared the entrance to camp she wove her way forward to her leader’s side, speaking softly, “Darkstar, I’ve spoken with Shadowchaser and Smokefur. I think we should all talk about what happened tonight.”
Darkstar growled low, “Fine.” Though in the moment she would have been perfectly fine ascending the boulder ledge and whipping the Clan up into a frenzy that they could take straight to TreeClan’s camp, her rage was tempered by the desire, the need to plan and execute a proper retaliation rather than charging in blindly. While she did not regret for a moment what her blind rage had done to Gorsetail, no, for that had worked out in the end, she was determined that her next strike at Blackwolf’s killer would hit its mark. And for that she needed clarity. Briarthroat’s life came back to her and she scowled in annoyance, leading the gathering patrol into camp and heading directly for her den, pausing to glance back at Rainfur, Smokefur, and Shadowchaser and flicking her tail for them to follow. The cats who had attended the gathering would have the entire Clan informed of the night’s events soon enough.
Foxstar’s life came back to her as well, as she stalked into her den and turned, remaining on her paws, too restless to sit, though as the other three joined her, her gaze was distant with the memory. “With this life I give you dignity. Remember that everything you do affects NightClan and use this gift to carry and comport yourself as though your Clan's future depends upon it, for it does. Retain your composure even when your fury tries to run rampant and do not allow others to goad you into making poor choices. Going forward you must not allow the words of others to spur you into reckless, mindless action.” She was even more annoyed by the life now than she had been when she’d received it, for Lionstar had spit something about leaders and dignity at her as well.
Rainfur came to settle near her, drawing her from the thought with a lash of her dark tail as she looked around at the deputy and both medicine cats for a moment. Then she spoke, “I would say that sounded like a declaration of war, but the coward ran back to his camp with his tail between his legs. If he’s that afraid of my words, how much must he fear my claws? Lionstar has grown old and weak, hiding behind the truce of the gathering to disrespect me and all of NightClan without repercussion.” Her claws slid out to scrape against the stone beneath her paws, “No act against us will be without repercussion ever again.” She would not suffer seasons to pass after NightClan had been wronged without making it right, not like Foxstar. Retribution would be swift and it would be brutal, all the better to deter further acts against them in future.
Rainfur cleared her throat softly, “Gorsetail was Lionstar’s deputy for many seasons.” Darkstar’s burning gaze snapped to the deputy, eyes narrowed to slits, “Before that he was Lionstar’s apprentice. I knew Gorsetail, we are of similar age. He was - is - a good cat.” She could only hope the tom would recover from whatever Darkstar had done to him, but as of tonight, from Lionstar’s words, he was still alive at least.
“You’re defending him!? He is the enemy!” Darkstar rounded on her, fur bristling, but Rainfur didn’t flinch.
“He is no threat to NightClan, clearly, or Lionstar would not have picked a new deputy,” the silver tabby she-cat brushed off her leader’s anger, letting it roll off her like water off a duck’s feather, “Lionstar was speaking from a place of pain, and that pain brought forth frustration and helplessness, which brought forth fury and a misplaced attempt to regain some control and to strike back at what has hurt not only him, but his entire Clan. It is the same reason you attacked Gorsetail to begin with, though we can be thankful Lionstar did not take it so far. It is a cycle, Darkstar, and it will not end unless someone chooses to end it.” She could only imagine the indignity of finding out that Gorsetail’s attacker had risen to leadership. It certainly would have done nothing to calm the golden tom at all.
“I will end it, with Brackenstride dead at my paws,” she snapped. She didn’t give a rat’s tail about the reasoning behind Lionstar’s words and actions tonight. All she cared was that he paid for them.
“Darkstar, the Clan is only just beginning to recover from our time without a proper leader, regaining their peace of mind. Now is not a good time to be starting fights,” Rainfur tossed a glance over at Shadowchaser and Smokefur, hoping for some help in calming their young leader down from attempting to start an all out war with their neighbor, “Killing Lionstar’s son will hardly end the cycle.”
“Let him choose to end it,” she snarled, “Why should NightClan forgo retribution?”
NL 25 - The sun is bright and strong. There is a faint breeze, though ultimately it is pleasantly warm out and a fine day for hunting, battle training, or basking in the heat of the day. (After the Gathering)