BAD BLOOD : open, announcement

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    Benedict was proud.
    What had he done? He had served the clan. Sure he was a hunter, but no prey was good if it was weak. Make StormClan strong, and he gets to eat better. Stress hormones didn't taste good in blood anyways.


    He had taken over BoneClan. The clan who first raided them before graveclan and ShadowClan and all that chaos. The original enemy. Maybe he could take care of them later, but for now he was focusing on one at a time. He had neutralized an enemy.


    Now he had i announce it.


    This could go very good or very bad, depending on how they took it. Only one way to find out eh? "StormClan, I have an important announcement concerning BoneClan if you care to listen." The male called out. Sort of like a meeting, but he didn't given himself the seat blaze did when calling such things. Instead, he stood below and to the front of it, so he could still address his clanmates. Now to wait.


    Shadowpoint padded over to Benedict, sitting patiently and waiting for the announcement. He didn't know anything about BoneClan. Were they an enemy, like ShadowClan? His shoulder wound throbbed at the thought. He decided he wasn't a fan of making enemies if it led to more battles, especially considering how ineffective he was at fighting. But maybe this would be a nicer announcement. The tom turned his head so his blind eye did not obscure his view and he could focus on Benedict.


    -- there were more clans out there? that kind of made sense, now that paris though about it, but he hadn't cared to wonder before. now that he knew, though, hundreds of questions suddenly flooded his mind. were other clans better than this one? how many clans were there out there? the small pup practically tripped over his own paws as he ran over, staring up at...whoever that was.


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    Concerning Boneclan? Spell was certainly interested hearing Benedict's announcement. The miniature ambassador hadn't talked to the dogon in the past from what he could remember, but he knew him by reputation. This could be really important.

    Benedict. She refused to go over, despite her interest in Boneclan. With a irritated expression on her face she would find her paws taking her over to the scene anyway. Before she had time to make a u-turn, it was too late and her eyes would be locked on Benedict. Was he messing with Boneclan, yet again? What was happening with him? "We are concerned about what the news is, please inform us."

    Rainstrike flicked his ear and frowned deeply. Something was...off in the way Benedict had stated he had an announcement. It didn't seem natural to the tom. His blue hues darted over to Moonbeam. His little sister had her tail protectively wrapped around her paws; seemingly in defense of trembling Featherkit, a squirming Owlkit, and her own abdomen. Rainstrike let out a deep grunt which was slightly muffled as his mate gently rubbed against the grey spotted tom's cheek.

    [center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:400px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;color:white;]Regarding BoneClan? Maplemeadows trotted over, a concerned look plastered on her face. She took a seat, angling her gaze towards Moonbeam, worried about the words she was about to speak. She knew StormClan wasn't in a good position with BoneClan, and hoped that this wouldn't be too bad.

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    Boneclan? Where in tarnation is that? Everything outside'a the border's news to me. I've stuck around camp as long as I can remember and it's hard to think there's anything beyond this place. Still, I'll give the fella the benefit of the doubt. It has to be somethin' if he's callin' our attention to him. I take a seat with my peers.


    cause you're a dream to me (3/25/17)

    "I have been spying in BoneClan since they raided us and have taken them over. They are no longer a threat." He said once everyone had gathered. This was easy to get get out, now he had to keep going before retaliation occurred. "Don't worry, I didn't kill anyone. The leader had vanished and I was really the only one there. I stepped up to the plate and no one opposed, and the joiners looked to me as leader without question." The male continued. "That is what I had to say, please do not worry and thank you for your time." Benedict finished up, and with that he would stand up and wait for the barrage of questions that would surely follow.

    Spell was at a loss for words. Boneclan was taken over? Benedict was the new leader? What did this mean for them and Boneclan? Questions were flying through the young ambassador's head. How would that affect Benedict's loyalty to Blaze? Did he really step up to leader position unopposed? Spell had a hard time believing that no blood was spilled, especially with Benedict involved. As sad as he was to admit it, the little tabby didn't really trust Benedict. Not for any particular reason; there was just something about him that seemed... off. Not really sure how to present his questions or whether they would mean anything anyways, Spell took a deep breath and continued to listen for the others' input on this.


    Shadowpoint thought over Benedict's words, a puzzled look forming on his face. He hadn't heard of BoneClan before, but apparently they had been giving StormClan problems? And now they were simply. . . taken over? Worry etched itself on the tom's features. He hadn't even realized how many enemies his new home had. But if one of their own members were now leading, had they gained an ally instead? Somehow clan politics didn't work well in his mind. Shaking her head to clear his thoughts for a moment, Shadowpoint struggled to raise his voice and ask the question. "Um! So. Are they. An ally now? Or just. Neutral to us."


    FAWNPELT
    "I'M ON MY KNEES, BEGGING PRETTY PLEASE."


    Green eyes narrowed in pure suspicion as the Dogon spoke. She looked at his cold stance. This wasn't the Benedict she knew. The Benedict she knew would be much too shy to step up as a leader, let alone even try to fight a clan. The Benny she knew would be sitting down here with her, chewing on a few skittles and asking her if she wanted to put that twoleg stuff on their faces again. She flinched as she remembered he would also be arguing with Lark. Surely he wouldn't have changed that much? "Ditto." She spoke, referring to the question the silver tom had asked. It was as if her mouth had spoken on it's own, her mind distant as she glared up at her friend... or once friend.


    //smh benny why

    STORMCLAN - VETERAN - 24 MOONS

    If there was one thing the wolf had learned in all her combined years alive, it was that her gut instinct was never wrong.


    And it screamed bad mojo about this guy.


    The massive wolf made herself know, striding through those gathered and moving to stand over Spellkit. Just in case anything did transpire, the little ball of fluff at her paws was her immediate task. He had done so much for her, it was only right for her to return the favor.


    Despite being fairly injured from her previous battle still, the monstrous wolf still held herself pridefully. And just for a moment, she felt returned to her former glory. A sight to the eyes, that was for sure.


    She held her questions till the one about the allies was answered, but her dangerously narrowed eyes never left the Dogon's face.

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    Project seemed to melt from the shadows behind Maple, the wolf making no noise till he decided to shout out. "Yeah Bene. Whats this news of yours m'dude?! Spill it." He would shout before looking at the dogon with a sideways grin.

    Being as new as she was, Blackweed wanted to try her best to catch up on all of StormClan's goings on. She flicked her tail at the mention of BoneClan takeover. She settled in next to Maple and Project, laying her tail over Project's as she listed.

    Allies? What kind of question was that? It would murder all of BoneClan's politics and current alliances. That was bad. "Of course we're not allies now, that's stupid." Benedict said, unaware of how blunt and insensitive he was being. When project spoke he only looked at him- the announcement had already been said. He didn't feel like repeating it. "So if no one else has any questions I'll be off, no need to drag this on longer than needed."


    FAWNPELT
    "I'M ON MY KNEES, BEGGING PRETTY PLEASE."


    Her pelt bristled. "Then that makes you a traitor, Benedict!" She called out to him, a scolding tone in her voice. This was definitely not the Benny she knew. And she fucking hated it. Her Benedict wouldn't have cared. Her Benedict would be down here, listening to the announcement and standing beside her.

    STORMCLAN - VETERAN - 24 MOONS

    OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SOMETHIN BOUT TO GO DOWN))


    "Yeah. Now you, Bene are one of the killers. How does life as a wandering sellsword killer sound Bene?" Project said, trying to be intimidating and scary. Hopefully it worked.

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    Bleeding hearts, broken claws


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