I am not your kind and gentle husband
Graybird has been quietly smoldering the moment they arrived, his brother carelessly brushing against Juniperstar in what was essentially a bold declaration of what he did not deserve after all he had done, it was enough to ruin his night entirely. No effort was made to socialize, he kept his head down and his holly green gaze on the earth beneath his paws; the very ground where once war ripped across their home, he had claws and fought to defend her then and he would do so now when another foe dared threaten. SkyClan rolls in like a dark cloud, their leader is a pointed dart of a cat moving without pause toward her place among the others but it is her words that have him paying attention to the world around them once more, his earlier annoyance all but faded and replaced with stinging injustice.
He doesn't much care for Owlbark, he had been named aptly and it showed - barking where something softer would suffice, brash and a little too forward with their leader in a way that made his fur prickle angrily; Juniperstar deserved more respect than to be spoken to like a kitten caught misbehaving, frankly he was tired of feeling as if he could not help her more. But she didn't need him really did she? She had those closest to her heart already. It was not because he felt anything for the deputy, frankly he wouldn't be surprised if Owlbark had killed a cat, but Juniperstar had chosen him - surely there was more to it than simple slaughter, Graybird would defend her choices to the grave, it had nothing to do with Owlbark himself. The gray tom's hackles rose, spine bristling as he rose to stand near where the leaders sat and barred his teeth,
"You've much nerve calling our leader a LIAR, Hawkstar!" Briefly he wonders what exactly had happened, there as a stiffness to Owlbark that made clear something had - an expression tight and hard to read that neither reeked of guilt nor rebuff of the accusation. Graybird's heart sings to punish the one-eyed molly daring to spit such venom, ThunderClan had always been the one making efforts, even if he himself despised ShadowClan perhaps more than any other soul in their forest did, this gathering of cats was of pure desire for peace, a naive and foolish hope he had wished to guard but was now threatening to crumble around them.
Has StarClan not taken enough? Her friend, her kit, her own life, could they not spare even this extended olive branch the constant grief? 'Will you ever smile again as you once did, I would kill for it - even when it was once directed at another.
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& I am not the love you knew before.
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GRAYBIRD
— Warrior ThunderClan
— He/They
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— SH Gray Tabby with holly green eyes.
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