Shoreline Soiree [Lichen Mixer Event] Sept 27, 2019 22:53:32 GMT -6
Post by rain on Sept 27, 2019 22:53:32 GMT -6
Saltflower, as much as he would never admit it, actually stung him with those words. Nightclaw didn't get his name from his 'excellence' or 'passion' in battle. He got it purely because of how angry and negative he was on a constant basis. His name might as well be a joke. In fact, he is actually quite scared of fighting, as ironic as that was for him always seeming to want to fight. This scrawny tom will always be the last one to raise a claw at someone, but the first at raising an eye.It didn't matter though. They didn't matter. StarClan didn't matter. Nightclaw knew in whatever heart he had that it wasn't fear of fighting consuming his decisions, it was the fear of losing his Clan
Sagepath's response, which had much less spark than before, yet was complimented by an icy stare, left him a little shaken and confused. But it was too late to give either one of them further entertainment for he was already exiting their presence in favor of the leaders den. Then, hell broke loose.
Hemlockheart was already on it when he was just padding up. He was like the most unwelcoming welcome mat Nightclaw ever witnessed. This was absolutely not the cat he wanted to speak with. But without even a second of hesitation the senior barked an order and before he knew it Nightclaw was following this dumb cat to who knows where. Probably to behead me, he mused, not sure whether he was being sarcastic or not.
Nightclaw honestly didn't think it would come down to something like this. He figured the worst that would happen to him is an exile where he could encourage his dream of leading another Clan and taking over this one. Well, that might be a little ambitious of this lanky warrior, but you know, at least not be in this crazy Clan anymore. But instead, he was subjected to something even lower than that. All because of speaking his mind, not even breaking a single rule while doing so, his own Clan was taking away his deserved position and apprentice, Even worse, the deputy was going to be up his ass until whenever this up righteous idiot feels like it. What a deal.
Nightclaw didn't even bother to respond to the toms conditions, finding it worthless to cause a fight when he knew he wouldn't win. It was like fighting a war by himself against, well, literally a Clan of cats. As he followed the deputy back in camp, he was surprised when the runt of a medicine cat apprentice Icepaw spoke up, the only reason he was able to recognize the young one had spoke at all was because the familiar phonetics of name being said in his first few lines.
The soft words of 'stay silent' were the only words that sharply rang through his mind in Icepaw's declaration, his growl caught short from surprise after Icepaw had pushed him unprovoked. Nightclaw narrowed his eyes questioningly, confused on what the apprentice had up his sleeve. But as his only potential ally, even if it was off of a simple exchange, he had to trust him.
A plan was formulating in his mind as his mind's last desperate attempt to convince these fools, and that might require betraying them. For now though, this was a game he was going to have to participate in.
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