[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify]He tilted his head, thinking about what Starjelly had said. He felt bad involving their allies right after he had asked them to assist them in the war against ThunderClan. And he also knew that many would die or be severely injured going against Deathstroke. He shook his head, hanging it slightly. He did not want to risk more lives.
Damon laid all of his attention on Michael, nodding as the other tiger spoke, listening to everything he had to sigh before sighing. "I do not want just Queen going against him." It wasn't that he thought that she couldn't handle herself to an extent - she was strong. But she could not beat Deathstroke. And in a friendly, protective way, Damon did not want to see her get hurt. "I agree that we all need to go against him and drive him out. I think that is the best option. Killing him is unlikely and not worth the death of everyone who attempted to do it. I'm hoping that by driving him out, his massive ego will be hurt and he won't try to come back."
He had to admit that Stargit's idea wasn't too shabby either and the Prime General gave her a small smile, moving his head up and down to acknowledge that he thought that was good idea. The nod was also saying that she could go ahead and follow through with her plan and try to find Volatiletimes if she could and request their help. But the concerned look in his gaze pleaded her to not let herself or Volatiletimes get hurt.
Damon allowed himself to get a grateful smile in Hazelle's direction. Hopefully, with all six of them working together, everything would go back to normal soon and everything would be as it should be.
The tiger's gaze narrowed at Hux, not used to the flat and blatantly disrespectful tone of his General. Normally General Hux used his manners and of course, was nothing but respectful to Damon. So this sudden one-eighty caught him a bit off guard. He cocked his head at the other male and cleared his throat. "Excuse me, Hux, but what kind of deal are we talking about? Not that I was planning to attack the Exiles any time soon - but what did you get the Tribe of Burning Dreams into?" And why was he bringing it up now? "And SeaglassClan can stay neutral with the Taskforce X. We are not asking our allies to attack a certain group, General, just a certain person. Them being neutrals with the Taskforce X is actually a good thing in my mind."
Damon stiffened up as Starjelly lost her temper so quick. She was becoming more and more irritable every day. And he understood the stress she was going through - hell, they were all going through it - nut he missed the way she used to be. The one who wanted peace and avoided conflict at all cost. "Stargit - enough." He was serious about not putting up with this shit. This was not the lovely starry creature that he had fallen in love with. This was not the diplomatic, kind-hearted one that he had made his General.
He sighed and then turned his large head to settle his olive gaze on Queen B. "I know, I know," he muttered, rolling his eyes slightly, a smirk playing on his maw as she spoke of her resting bitch face. It was true - she had always been like that. He missed the friendship they used to share. He nodded, understanding what she meant by the old laws. He stiffened as her words entered his mind. Queen B, I'm sorry. I know that must really piss you off. It makes me mad too. But I'm asking you to please put that behind you for right now and focus on working with Hux and Star so that our groups don't fall apart. Please. He thought, hoping she was still inside his head. His green gaze was pleading. Queen was imperative in this battle. He couldn't have her pissed at his Generals. [/justify][/fancypost]
