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THUNDERFLASH

NOTHING TO SAY, NOWHERE TO GO
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His wound had barely been addressed before he was called into Juniperstar's den. And while he had every intention of cooling off somewhere out of camp, he didn't really have a choice. Wanting her mate's blood on his claws looked bad, but maybe, Thunderflash didn't understand. He didn't know how she could love someone like that- someone who murdered her best friend, someone who lead forces against her to claim their territory. A grimace was set on his face before he even tapped on the entrance of the den. Too much to think about, and too little time.

"'s me." He called interior, waiting for permission to be let within. His ears are turned backwards, flattened against his skull, like a kicked puppy almost. Almost, if not for the way his teeth were pressing into his tongue, if not for the way his bright gaze was adverted from making eye contact.

  • "speech"
    // @juniperstar
  • THUNDERFLASH he/him, thunderclanner, twenty one moons.
    a sh/lh chocolate tabby with low white and stunning baby blue eyes. stands of average height with a 'mohawk' and spiky-shaped mane.
    mentored by who / mentoring no one
    whichever relations / want listed
    peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
    penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
 
juniper

finding blame in the softened planes of a youthful and naive deputy was impossible... as if any sharp glower glanced off the smoothness of hopeful, young features. he who is not so different from the idealist that Juniperstar wished herself the space to be... she wouldn't suffocate it. wouldn't allow it to be snuffed out by those with reckless hearts and even more reckless claws. still... still... still he was just as foolish, just as kitten-soft in his jowls as Brightpetal... still just as eager to ease a hurt he couldn't fix. they are frustratingly similar, two sides of a coin that fight in constant juxtaposition of one another.

but his actions had cost her what little leverage she'd had... it was not the simpering coaxing murmur that Sablestar was willing to hear; teaching him to match blood for blood, sending inflammation in his paws that had once run sticky with Hawthorne's blood- Thornstar's blood. her teeth grit painfully against each other, scouring the den to make sure there are not impressionable ears still lingering about to hear their mother's terse-worded meeting... "'S me." a pale-toned jaw sets stubbornly, "Come in."

at the very least, she had the decency not to berate him in front of those that admired him.

his discomfort (or shame?) is clear enough in the way his eyes do not search for hers immediately, trained on the ground first long before they ever find a sliver of ruddy bodice. "Do you have any idea what you've done?" it's unfair to ask, to know she had arranged this deal in a private confessional amongst a graveyard. no one really knew what chords she'd plucked so tenderly to keep them safe... to keep her from being pursued and hunted through the greenery like she were no more than a rabbit her lover hungered for. "Was it worth it? To be the first to try to draw blood and gain nothing for it?" ShadowClan could hiss and spit all they wanted, she trusted that Sablestar wouldn't allow them to defy their agreement. the promise he'd made to her. the promise he'd made to his unborn children.

he understood just as well as she did how fine the line they walked was... that way their relationship frayed at the edges, under the strain of his delusions. "They have no reason to trust us to be peaceful. Sablestar has no reason to offer another chance- I had this under control." this one, miniscule thing within her grasp, that she understood well enough to navigate and contort and bend to. this single... torturous... familiar thing. in the face of everything new and strange at least she could've promised herself that one glimmering prospect for success.

destroyed now. left in tatters.

"You stood no chance of winning- what was going through your head to think that helpful to anyone?"

  • juniperstar
    leader of thunderclan
    nine lives remain
    ignore me
 
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He steps in, and even as his gaze is adverted, he can feel hers drilling holes into his pelt. It was too warm in here, too distracted to bother to inspect where Juniperstar had made her den. When she asks, he finally lifts his eyes to match hers. Eyes narrowed at the question, and he knew his place. Starclan, or whatever the fuck they were, had chosen her after Thornstar. Thornstar had chosen her. He could respect that the least. His tail swished, keeping himself silent while he ruminated the question, but the further she talked, the more his ears twitched and a grimace spread over his face. Thunderflash did not bide his tongue much longer.

"M' sorry, didn't realize we were lettin' traitorous bastards walk 'round scot free." He responds, and while his words are sharp, accusing, his tone is quiet. Cold, even. And then it's- I had this under control. "Oh, did ye now?" He presses, ears shoving forward and face twisting into a barely-restrained snarl. "So, no' only do you think layin' around without puttin' up defensible borders is 'handlin' i',' as y' say, but now it's m' fault? My fault tha' it's all ruined?" His accent grows thicker as his anger flares again, cobwebs turning dark red the longer he stands there. Thunderflash takes a page out of Ghoststrike's book, points out the obvious layered with the accusation that she and Brightpetal put on him first. Any workings under the table or behind the wall, he had no idea about, clearly.

What was going through your head?

"Seriously." He utters, eyes turning away, and for a half second, he considers stepping out into camp for air. Its hard to breathe in here, hot and suffocating. His jaw works, throat bobs with a swallow, before he's answering her, ignoring how badly he wants to shout and scream and run, just to get this energy out. "Hawthorne. Thornstar. He was murdered in th' dead o' night, tryna get these lives from Starclan." His tail flicked. "I made an oath, th' day ye came home withou' him." A sharp breath. "I was gonna kill him. He started th' uprising tha' killed half us. He killed Thornstar. He left Serpentberry mateless, her kits fatherless."

Does he pause to consider what he just said, to Sablestar's mate, of all cats? Maybe he had, in the hours following the birth of Serpent's kits, in the moon following the lack of a Sable sighting. "Y' wan' me t' simply roll over? Let tha' bastard walk all over th' clan I care about?" He says, snapping his jaw closed. "I can' do tha'. Wha' happened before- it'll only happen again." History repeats itself. The scar on his chin burns as he curls his lip, flattens his ears against his skull, a dull reminder he doesn't care for.

  • "speech"
  • THUNDERFLASH he/him, thunderclan storm guard, twenty one moons.
    a sh/lh chocolate tabby with low white and stunning baby blue eyes. stands of average height with a 'mohawk' and spiky-shaped mane.
    mentored by who / mentoring no one
    whichever relations / want listed
    peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
    penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
 
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