That low demanding growl had pulled the both of them from the stony platform and into the shadows behind it, free from the lingering stares as their Clans took to the crowd. Sablestar still felt righteous in each step as they disappeared out of sight, the moonlight shifting away from them while they tucked to the backside of the rocky perch. "I'm not rolling back on anything I've said tonight." The tuxedo meowed assumptively. He couldn't see any other reason for him to have been dragged from where they sat, but he wasn't a fool to believe this exposure would not come without her wrath.
"I meant it, that I don't want anything in repayment." Sablestar paused only briefly, a soft sadness poking at him. "It wouldn't bring him back." Even while his Clan burned with anger at the tragedy, he knew his warriors could not afford the fight they craved. Blood for blood would do nothing for the mouths that needed prey to satiate the pain in their bellies. ThunderClan was stronger even as the cold crept into their lands, too. They did not look as famished as his own.
Honey-wrapped amethyst looked over the speckled fur that was once his. The mirrored scars on their noses brought nostalgia to their youth. Dumb, inexperienced hunters learning through the rough edges of survival. But the new tears that stretched across her neck were unappealing and sinister. The kind that marked many for death.
Wolfpack's teeth breaking into his flesh echoed in a pang.
"What's happened to you? Who is Loonstar?"
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