retribution [o, windclan patrol]

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    // crookedsmile   acornpaw! please wait until they respond before posting! tracks are welcome though


    Eaglespirit set off again, this time with only two apprentices alongside him. He almost wished he didn't bring this along, because it means he couldn't get into a fight. Or at least, if these writhing maggots tried to harm another kid then they had an opportunity to. But he was confident in his abilty to fight off a patrol of cats, and if worse comes to worse they could retreat into Windclan and call some backups - and then the war would begin. There was fire in his eyes and his his feet as he stormed off towards the place that killed Swanpaw. They were going to pay until the culprit was found and put to death for that - and if they didn't? Well, if they would prefer to throw their lot in with a child murderer than they deserved to die alongside them, simple as that.


    The giant tom sat at the border, a blazing fire just under the mask of indifference and strictness. They will come soon, he knew, and whatever happens next will decide much.


    ˜”*°•EAGLESPIRIT•°*”˜

    SENIOR WARRIOR

    21 MOONS

    WINDCLAN

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    -- acornpaw && windclan && tags


    Acornpaw padded up behind Eaglespirit, sniffing the air. He'd never been on this side of the thunderpath before. It smelled...weird. Like the Shadowclan cats did. A pang of irritation flooded through him as he remembered the ripped apart body of Swanpaw, it had the same scent that this place did. He looked to Eaglespirit for direction and followed suit, sitting down and looking into the territory patiently.


    "So... we just wait?" he asked, wondering about clan formalities. It seemed that every clan followed the same rules, the Warrior code, but sometimes they differed in tradition from clan to clan.



    //edited my post a bit since i didn't realize swanpaw was murdered jfkldsa


    Eaglespirit looked down at Acornpaw at his question, seeing that he wasn't all to thrilled to be here either. It was not fear though, but almost anger that he thought he saw. Was that brave or foolish of the young boy - Eaglespirit felt it was a bit of both. After all, you needed a good sense of things to be really good, it was only recklessness and arrogance if you never listened to your fear, or never feared anything. But he was just a boy, and the adult felt it was almost nice how unspoiled he was to the horrors of this world. It was refreshing, in a way.


    "Yes, we wait until a patrol comes along and gets their leader. We have much to discuss here - you and Vulturepaw need to watch but stay mostly quiet - I will handle most of this." He stated bluntly.


    ˜”*°•EAGLESPIRIT•°*”˜

    SENIOR WARRIOR

    21 MOONS

    WINDCLAN

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    SORRELSTAR

    traditional shadowclan leader


    sorrelstar had always liked windclan. it was a wild place, open, free, a land that seemed vast. it seemed as though the cats had learned to fly there- springing away on swift paws, running so fast that they were among the breezes and drafts that gave them their name. they were certainly admirable for that, and from the cats she'd met of the moor dwelling group, she'd found them a proud, noble clan, with harsh morals and a strict upholding of the noble code.

    the problem was- they were allied with bloodclan. and bloodclan was something that the new leader of shadowclan absolutely detested. she wondered how the alliance had come about, whether it was as strong as everyone knew it to be. would windclan truly defend the killers from anything?

    the scent of the moor clan wafted to the new leader's nostrils, and she flicked her ears, tasting the air. following the scent, she pushed her way out of the undergrowth to see the silver and white tom, sitting beside two apprentice aged felines. "ah. eaglespirit." her voice was smooth, ringing over the small distance between them as she stalked forth from the shadows. her mottled pelt shown ginger and tabby in the sun, and her paws barely made a sound over the snow. "what brings you here?"

    the tabby molly had no idea that merely a day before, one of her warriors had slaughtered an innocent apprentice. she would be in for a surprise, but for now, she blinked at the obviously uncomfortable tom with friendly guardedness.



    (c)trexgirl



    //jlkfdda this is important to have this convo now so when vulture comes just say he's been here the whole time


    Ah, Sorrelstar. The cat he most wanted to see right now, outside of the culprit. Well, maybe that was a lie - if he came across the culprit he might scar these two kids with him right then and there, as there was no way they'd get out of it alive. Sorrelstar was probably the best outcome, all things considered.


    "Sorrelstar." The large tabby started, rolling his shoulders back and looking down on her from his height. "We have come here for two reasons. Firstly, have you seen Jasperstar anywhere? He has gone missing and any information would be appreciated." He said, relatively diplomatic, trying to keep the anger and righteous fury out of his voice. But now his voice dropped and he couldn't help but grow intense. "But. Also there is something very important as well. An apprentice by the name of Swanpaw was slaughtered in a very gruesome way by a Shadowclanner - a mere child is dead because of one of your own. I demand that you find the culprit and make sure that they can never harm another soul again the only way that you can with monsters like that." He stated to her, hoping she was reasonable and knew how awful the crime was.


    ˜”*°•EAGLESPIRIT•°*”˜

    SENIOR WARRIOR

    21 MOONS

    WINDCLAN

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    Mantishaze | Shadowclan | 24 moons | ragdoll seal point with white | plotting open


    Mantishaze came up with her clanmates but found herself stuck on the tom's words. Her heart felt sick. She was a mother of a kit who'd passed. Was there a Windclan family grieving in a den as she thought these things? She supressed a shiver.


    "I grieve for your loss. I had no idea." Her heart said more than her face did. "Starclan will keep your apprentice in safe paws. I hope Windclan will feel ease and peace at this tragedy."


    Mantishaze felt unease creep up her back. She had one apprentice aged son. What if it'd been him. A murderer was hiding in the shrubs! She looked wide eyed and the faintness of horror crossed her face.


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