BAD BLOOD : open, announcement

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    So Benny was a traitor? Spell would have liked to say he was disappointed, but he didn't feel anything. He felt a little bad about his indifference because he couldn't even place why he wasn't as upset as everyone else. Perhaps it was because he hadn't really trusted Benedict in the first place and it didn't surprise him much? Had he been expecting bad news all along? Spell certainly had questions still. Spell felt his brother's gaze on him, and realized how upset Featherkit looked. His brother needed calming. Supposing he was the one for the job (seeing as all their other siblings hadn't been around and their mom wasn't the comforting type), Spell made his way over to Featherkit with his mind still swirling. "Er, this was unexpected." he said, hoping that would give Feather an opening to talk about it if he needed to.
    //ic opinions!

    "C'mon Bene. You were better than this!" Project thought, thinking back to when he sort of died in front of him. "But now you have gone and betrayed your family! Your friends!" He added, very outraged and obviously mad.



    IC opinions.//

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    Bleeding hearts, broken claws


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    //Oooh angst, when do you want the thread where Benedict attacks Luna?


    What the hell was this! She didn't expect this at all! Taking over a clan for your own special needs, then leaving your own clan only so you can get some type of revenge?! Benedict was evil, but this evil. And to top it off, they where still enemies. This didn't help at all.


    "Let me get this straight, you are being a traitor to your own clan?!" Her purple glaze would darken and a disgusting frown would appear on her face as she said these words. She tried to look bigger as she padded toward him, her wings ready to burst and flee at any moment if he tried anything. "Benedict! Have you lost your god damn mind!"


    This cut deep, as Luna almost never swore. But, her point was across and she would not back down now. Especially now, as if she did she would look like a fool. "I can't speak for everyone else but, you will always be considered a disgusting traitor in my book"

    Moonbeam drew in a quick breath and curled her tail further around her children. Rainstrike said nothing to Benedict and instead chose to wait and watch. Somebody needed to be able to think rationally with all the tension about.

    Traitor? How in the world did they come to such a conclusion? "What in the world are you guys talking about? I neutralized an enemy! We don't have to worry about them anymore!" He barked, a slight hiss of a dragon voice coming out. "I go through all this work, infiltrate their ranks, takeover, and you call me a traitor? There was talk about sending a spy originally, I was the one who stepped up to the plate. It's not like I used this body, or even kept my scent the same. I didn't reveal I was a stormclanner until I took over!" He continued, his voice growing angry as he smushed his paws into the ground. What was going through their minds? Prey wasn't supossed to act like this. Normally people were grateful when someone helped them. "Where along the lines did any of you ever get that I betrayed anyone? That I'm doing anything to harm StormClan? Think about it for a moment, you have one less clan to worry about attacking you, one less clan to keep your guard up around. I ordered them to not attack any stormclanner. Where along the lines is any of this traitorous? Where along the lines have I done anything to cause you doubt in my loyalty? It's not like I'm pushing for an alliance, or I'm trying to harm anyone." Benedict said, his voice calming down and becoming more confused than anything. How could anyone think that he was being traitorous by doing this? He was doing them a service! "Please, think about it for a moment. I haven't done anything to betray StormClan, I haven't done anything to harm anyone. I'm trying to help all of you, give you one less thing to worry about. Clan life has so many things to stress over, isn't it a good thing that I'm trying to make things less stressful? To help you?"

    Yikes, this was getting heated. Spellkit looked back at his brother, "Don't let it get to you." It was a feeble attempt at consolidation, but it was all he had. Spell stared back at Benedict emotionlessly, he didn't even know what to think; he didn't like Benny, but he knew deep down that this was the first time that dislike had ever been grounded in reason. With a deep breath, Spell said flatly, "That isn't what you made it sound like, Benedict." A bold move perhaps for such a youngster, talking like that to someone older than him. However, he was not alone and knew that something needed to be clarified. Nevertheless, his heart skipped a beat at saying anything at all. Spell suddenly felt involved in this argument that he knew he didn't really want to be a part of.


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


    Her pelt bristled further. No. She was gonna call him out on it. She stood, eyes widening a bit at her stupidity. But, she refused to stand down for plot reasons loll. "You ask me what makes me think you're a traitor? Huh? Because this isn't like you, Benedict! I've known you since you were an apprentice, and I know the real Benedict wouldn't be up there, boasting about how he took over a clan. Hell, the real Benedict wouldn't even think of taking over a clan. You're not my Benny and I know it!" She called up at him, lips curling back.


    //private?

    STORMCLAN - VETERAN - 24 MOONS

    Moonbeam's ears flicked back before she unwrapped her tail from around her and got up. The medic shifted herself and her children to be closer to Spellkit and his brother. Moonbeam sat down again and wrapped her tail loosely around her kits, Spellkit, and Featherkit.

    /yeeee. Who makes?


    Oh right. She hadn't been around enough to watch his descent into this state. Briefly, the male's mind would flick back to his former self, the one that actually cared. Though it was only a moment, as he had work to do here. "You don't recognize me because you haven't been around enough." He spat back. "Life happens. Shit goes down. You either adapt or die, and guess what I adapted to fit this messed up world. Sorry if you don't like it but I'd rather live." The male spoke, a little less cold but not quite warm.

    CHILD YOURE TOO SAVAGE YOURE AT A TEN I NEED YOU AT A TWO//
    Ill make it if I can.//


    Project tensed and growled at Benedict. "You talk the talk, but do you walk the walk." The wolf asked challengingly. He was looking for a fight.

    Moonbeam stiffened and her tail tightened around the four kits at her abdomen. The medic shifted nervously, "Guys..." Rainstrike scowled at the display and growled quietly in discontent.

    /I was talking to pebble about the private but if you also want a private where they fight then go for it


    Oh this bloody idiot. "I wasn't looking for a fight, I'm trying to cause less conflict dammit." The male spoke, his wings subconsciously puffing up to make him appear bigger as a slight snarl drew across his lips. What were they thinking?

    //hOW DARE YOU GUYS USE LANGUAGE IN FRONT OF MY CHILD
    TIME TO MAKE A THREAD WHERE HE REPEATS SWEAR WORDS WITHOUT KNOWING WHAT THEY MEAN


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