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Everything that unfolded within the gathering had put him in a temporary shock, he hadn't been expecting for there to be death or let alone more than one, and he isn't certain if he wishes to attend another one of those gatherings. Especially if everyone seemed to be lustful for blood and that thought itself causes the fur on his neck to bristle as he walks alongside Nutmegpurr as the both of them start heading in the direction of home.
When she parts her jaws to speak, he is removed from his mind and begins to flood with several thoughts and the chimera glances in her direction with a frown pulling at the sides of his mouth "I… I don't know." He admits to her only to feel the way that their fur brush together faintly and he bumps his shoulder against her own in a reassuring manner only to see a few of their clanmates returning and those that had stayed home approach. His ear flicks to the side listening to the Gale Guard call for both leader and deputy, he makes sure that his gaze doesn't meet with Goldenroar's deciding to focus his attention elsewhere, and blinks his clay toned pools wondering if Dustystar would make them all go to the next gathering.
Meadowpaw runs towards her sister to bury themselves within her feathery chest and he shifts his gaze towards Merrystalk as he begins to speak. "It's best that we keep our heads low… we don't need the other clans' bloodlust turnt on us next." The last thing that they needed was Skyclan targeting Windclan or another clan with their claws and fangs directed at them, a life for a life seemed fair but… why had it been done in front of so many eyes and Starclan itself? The starry cats must've seen everything start to violently unravel from Silverpelt, right? If Hawkstar had been proving a point, she had succeeded in doing so and making herself as well as the rest of her clan seem like a pack of feral dogs ready to tear and gnaw through flesh and bone. As Merrystalk called them all… hooligans, that's what they were.
Roostertuft isn't pleased with the fact that there would be another gathering allegedly due to a Starclanner ascending from the skies to tell them that they needed to. It did sound like a load of bullshit.
"I think I'd much rather graze like a heifer than end up sharing the same space as the other clans... even if it's just for a night." Rooster snorts sarcastically in response with both of his ears laying flat against his skull but of course, it would all be up to Dustystar on whether or not that they'll continue going to these gatherings. Maybe it'd grow less tense and simpler later down in the future but as of right now, the tomcat can't see that as a possibility where the clans can coexist amongst one another or even within their own clan. The thought of a warrior killing their own leader… he tries not to think about it, he doesn't wish to linger on these gruesome thoughts and instead tries to focus on Dustystar to see what her final decision may be.
When she parts her jaws to speak, he is removed from his mind and begins to flood with several thoughts and the chimera glances in her direction with a frown pulling at the sides of his mouth "I… I don't know." He admits to her only to feel the way that their fur brush together faintly and he bumps his shoulder against her own in a reassuring manner only to see a few of their clanmates returning and those that had stayed home approach. His ear flicks to the side listening to the Gale Guard call for both leader and deputy, he makes sure that his gaze doesn't meet with Goldenroar's deciding to focus his attention elsewhere, and blinks his clay toned pools wondering if Dustystar would make them all go to the next gathering.
Meadowpaw runs towards her sister to bury themselves within her feathery chest and he shifts his gaze towards Merrystalk as he begins to speak. "It's best that we keep our heads low… we don't need the other clans' bloodlust turnt on us next." The last thing that they needed was Skyclan targeting Windclan or another clan with their claws and fangs directed at them, a life for a life seemed fair but… why had it been done in front of so many eyes and Starclan itself? The starry cats must've seen everything start to violently unravel from Silverpelt, right? If Hawkstar had been proving a point, she had succeeded in doing so and making herself as well as the rest of her clan seem like a pack of feral dogs ready to tear and gnaw through flesh and bone. As Merrystalk called them all… hooligans, that's what they were.
Roostertuft isn't pleased with the fact that there would be another gathering allegedly due to a Starclanner ascending from the skies to tell them that they needed to. It did sound like a load of bullshit.
"I think I'd much rather graze like a heifer than end up sharing the same space as the other clans... even if it's just for a night." Rooster snorts sarcastically in response with both of his ears laying flat against his skull but of course, it would all be up to Dustystar on whether or not that they'll continue going to these gatherings. Maybe it'd grow less tense and simpler later down in the future but as of right now, the tomcat can't see that as a possibility where the clans can coexist amongst one another or even within their own clan. The thought of a warrior killing their own leader… he tries not to think about it, he doesn't wish to linger on these gruesome thoughts and instead tries to focus on Dustystar to see what her final decision may be.
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FACES ILLUMINATED IN THE DARK