RED RIGHT HAND | Open+Caught Deserters

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    TAGS — /me writing this: I'm gonna escalate it >D


    He'd caught them trying to sneak across the borders in the dead of night, the Big allo had been unusually silent in his steps - but then he usually was on the night patrols, wouldn't do to let the enemy know you were there if they'd planned to sneak in - better to catch them in the act and leave them scrabbling away with plans ruined, then leave them to plan it for another time when you were unawares.


    Broken might have let them be, but Fearless leader might want to know about this - he would have gone to tell her who had left and likely scolded for not stopping them but movement from beyond the border caught his attention and a very specific scent caught his nostrils, the allo would have snarled if he weren't sneaking


    Bloodclanners,


    the ones who'd taken Poe.


    he watched as the deserters were approached - but not attacked? - and as he watched he understood why, they weren't deserters, they were traitors like littlestar had said! joining the ones that had hurt them! how dare they! - and it looked like they might've bought themselves a spot in BloodClan as something other than an omega by passing information if he was hearing correctly.


    well,


    The Allosaurus sprinted out of cover, moving at speed and somehow as silently as he was able for someone his size and weight - they didn't even realise until he was less than a few yards away, by then they wouldn't escape and the bloodclanners knew this, its why they chose to fight rather than flee - A dark scrawny looking panther had led the group, he was the one to score a harsh cut across his flank before the big Allo had thwacked him to the side and viciously stomped his ribcage.


    The two servals he'd had with him weren't much of a challenge as he shook them from there hold frantically grasping onto his neck - one swerved in front of his face at the shake and a quick snap ended that one.


    the second tried to flee but Broken snatched it by the leg and threw him viciously against a tree - a sick crack ended him.


    the hawkclan deserters - Traitors! - had tried to flee around him but with a stomp and a sharp shriek he had moved to circle and intercept them, stopping them in their tracks, they cowered back from him - shaking and terrified, they knew what they'd done.


    Broken didn't feel mercy for those that broke his trust - they had tried to leave for BloodClan, tried to sell out what they knew to BloodClan, for all he knew it was traitors like these that led to his friends capture.


    he would not kill them,


    maybe they would wish he did as he began to herd them back to camp, his flank stained with his blood from the shallow wound, his teeth and feet stained in blood not his, he would herd them back to answer for their crimes.


    ///tfw your puppy turns into a vicious beast then back in the span of 5 minutes lmao


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    JAMESON ✦ ✧ ✦ — The newcomer had been more or less panicking in the midst of camp, trying to tell himself he wasn't doing any harm by remaining here. He wasn't the one involved in the killing of that so-called traitor at the meeting, that wasn't him. But he hadn't tried to stop it either. Jameson huffed at himself, flopping onto the ground in defeat... then promptly getting back to his feet when he saw the dinosaur herding two terrified looking creatures into camp. Brokenjaw was covered in blood, most of it probably not his, and the feline couldn't help but gulp nervously at the sight.

    littlestar; mah boI!


    The tabby is in her room. She isn't sleeping like she should supposed to but she isn't trying to do anything active either. The feline is standing in front of her cracked mirror. She looks at all the shards that have somehow remained intact on the mirror and wonders what crack started it all- where did it all go wrong? What happened? She extends her paw forwards and picks out a small glass shard. Her glowing eyes make it nearly impossible to properly gauge her reflection so she throws the shard away which splinters into smaller bits of glass.


    The sound of thudding feet approaching main camp alerts her to Brokenjaw's presence. She knows his feet and how they sounded against the ground, it was defenitely him. But what was he doing? It was near middle of the night and he was thumping in the main camp. Littlestar grabbed her dagger and pushed it into the sheath before promptly heading outside. She saw Brokenjaw in the darkness. He did not look the same as he normally did. Blood covered his skin, thick and oozing. At first a sharp concern peirced her, a little bit of panic, and then she realized it was not his. Well, not all of it anyways. He'd quite clearly been in a fight and come out of it top. Who in the hell tried to fight a fucking dinosaur?


    Her glowing optics flicker down to the two Hawkclanners he had before him. They were shaking, eyes wide. Scared out of their minds. Brokenjaw hadn't done anything to hurt them.. but what had they done? Littlestar remains on the bridge of the interconnecting treehouses so that she can properly see Brokenjaw's face and met with it. Her silence is contemplation and for a while, there is nothing but the sound of panting and crickets. Then she lifts her voice. "What did they do?" Littlestar looks at Brokenjaw, face cold.

    TAGS — the quivering traitors tried to shy back from the leader, but broken was behind them - no mercy there either as he shoved them back forward, his sides still heaved from the exertion earlier but he spoke, gaze squarely meeting fearless leader's while his birds perched above to watch.


    "these two I caught trying to leave - and it became apparent they were leaving to join BloodClan by buying their way into their ranks by giving out hawkclan'S information" the allo stated in the deathly silence, his words damning the two.


    "the bloodclanners are taken care of, I thought you might like to deal with these two personally" the link went easily unheard that it was people like these two that might've caused Poe to be caught in the first place.


    He wasn't the devil in this scenario,


    They'd damned themselves, broken was just here to deliver them to their hells.


    Littlestar watched cooly, no true emotion in her eyes as the traitors staggered forwards upon being shoved by Brokenjaw. She watched them as they breathed heavily and as they reacted to Brokenjaw's words about themselves. They tried to sell out Hawkclan. They nearly did if it weren't for Brokenjaw. A softly sigh escaped her and she frowned slightly, the only true emotion revealed in those beats after the allosaurus explained. "the bloodclanners are taken care of," Littlestar had never thought of Brokenjaw as a killer but the minute he said that, she knew the blood staining his tooth and claw were the blood of Hawkclans enemies. And she was proud. Oddly so. But she'd thank him later. For now, these two had to be given what they deserved. She straightened up, arched her back in a stretch and then walked down the spiral staircase that wound around the large redwood tree. She landed on the ground with a soft thud, her charcoal colored fur gleaming in the moonlight.


    Littlestar limped towards the pair and she studied both their faces. "I, Littlestar Grimes Disharmony, will serve the death penalty to the traitors of Hawkclan. These two attempted to sell us out, their own clanmates, to Bloodclan whom recently murdered Mercy and captured Poe." Littlestar announced, ears twitching. She then positioned herself where she knew she'd have to be to execute the proper killing blow and when the time was right, just as the wind stilled and the hawks grew deadly silent, she would aim to slash both their throats out in one swing, leaving them to choke on their own blood. Littlestar would watch, eyes cold, glow dull in the nighttime. She then retracted her raptor claws and drew her tongue over the blood that would cake the tips of said appendages. The Monarch had served death sentences before but never in such a formal fashion. Normally they were after fights, where she would stab someone and thus end their life. Or sometimes it was during a torture, the more rare fashion of murder for Littlestar. A couple of beats passed and the wind resumed and the hawks continued their unruly squawkings and occasional wing flappings.

    JAMESON ✦ ✧ ✦ — Dead, they were dead, the "traitors" were dead.


    Three deaths. Before arriving in HawkClan, the boy had only heard of death. Yes, people had died around him, but no one directly in front of him. Then he went and ran away from the farm and his family and friends and found himself in a place where no one seemed to care when someone died as long as they weren't a part of their life. But that was still a life. A life taken for being "traitorous."


    But what did being a traitor even mean to these people? It terrified the poor boy, who took a step back, away from the execution, and stumbled and fell. He quickly picked himself back up and sprinted off in the other direction, determined to find some good in this place... because he was sure if he left he'd be caught and killed just like those poor folk.

    TAGS — He watched impassively as she killed them - he held no sympathy for what they'd done, their ilk were like of those that would have sold them all out for a chance at perceived freedom.


    he watched the bodies tumble lifeless before looking up with a dip of his head to his leader in silence and rose to take the lifeless corpses away - she could stop him if she so desired, to ask him if he'd do something specific but for now he had a mind to throw them into a gorge somewhere to be forgotten.


    it was all they deserved after all.


    Hearing the gentle footfall behind her, she looks and sees him in time; Jameson. Except he appears to be fleeing the scene. Out of fear? She watches him stumble, golde eyes bright in the darkness. He had nothing to fear so as long as he didn't betray this clan and that really wasn't a hard thing to do, was it? Littlestar looks away and instead to Brokenjaw, stepping back from the blood as it seeps towards her paws. He was picking the bodies up, likely taking them to some place. She didn't know where but she certainly didn't want the traitors corpses in her lands. They deserved to be thrown in a trash pile. She could care less where the filthy scum went, after all. But she wanted to accompany the allosaurus mostly because she didn't feel like going back to bed. "I'm coming with you." Littlestar grunts, raptor claws tapping against the ground and she walks forwards.