Anger flared, then nestled somewhere next to his heart at Gravelpath's words. Bitter thoughts turned only briefly towards his clanmate, but he should have known better, given the way he knew the other was. Ears flattened against his skull, but he didn't lift his lips to flash his fangs towards his own clanmates. No, he was better then that. Brightpetal arrived, irritated as Thunderflash might be, but his words land better. Well, he thinks they will-
Wolf or whatever the hell his name was speaks with a decisiveness that makes Thunderflash
finally pull his lips back, snarling.
Thornstar, Hawthorne. A cruel, unrighteous death.
Murder. "I'm sorry. I don't think Sable's fangs killing Thornstar was really fair, was it?" He snaps towards Wolf, taking another step forward. Magnoliapeak is quick to snap back at the other as well- perhaps less inflaming words then his own- but Jadefeather does something that brings Thunderflash closer to his breaking point. She berates, scolds,
smacks Sealpaw, and it takes ever fiber in his being to not break the trust the others have in him, to not start a war.
"Get your paws off o' her, mangey rat." He growls at Jadefeather.
Eyes stray towards Sealpaw, who's likely scooted away by now, apologetically frowning at her, before looking towards who steps out of the shadows. Pepperpaw is ignored, Thunderflash's eyes staring at the cat himself. The only who tore Serpentberry away from her mate. The one who made her kits fatherless. The one who ended Fray's bloodline.
He smiles with fangs dotted in blood, seems at ease, takes the brown kit in front of him. A shield.
"Coward." He speaks, the grating noise in his throat the only warning before he's stepping forward.
Rage has taken him over. The boiling lid, which was dancing on the edge of the pot, is moments from blowing off.
"You aren't a leader. You're a foxheart. Hiding behind a kit. Killing Thornstar at night." His lips are pulled back, the cruel visage of a dog about to bite.
He's no wolf. He doesn't care for pack maneuvers, right now. No, he's the dog back into a corner of a pit, hundreds of eyes gleaming at him, fangs bared at anything that gets too close. Jadefeather's words are lost- if any of this clanmates urge him back away, he can't hear them. His heart is thundering in his ears, body itching for blood.
Take it. Something cruel whispers to him.
He deserves it. Another coos, and that's all he needs to hear, the lid on the pot
gone.
"Y' murderer!" He rages,
running forward for a brief moment, then leaping at Sablestar, claws and fangs outstretched for that white throat. Nothing is keeping him between that traitorous bastard, not a kit, not
Shadowclan, not Jadefeather, not Brightpetal. Hell, even Ghoststrke himself couldn't keep him from the revenge he can almost taste. He's so close, his heart and mind sing with the satisfaction he's about to feel.