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[STORMSWIRL]

RiverClan's camp has been tense since the heist. Kits were sequestered away in the nursery, the medicine den felt foreign and strange, and she couldn't help but feel wary around her brother. He had not truly spoken to her since ShadowClan pierced their camp. It was something so sacred to them and now it felt so... different. Had the other clans' camps been breached? Had they felt the sting and shame of a robbery?

Frostmoth had mentioned to her that Pikestar was calling a meeting, but not much more than that. He didn't seemed pleased with their leader lately. Stormswirl couldn't blame him. She liked Pike alright, and trusted his judgement to move them away from the shipyard. Pikestar on the other paw, seemed to be faltering in ways she wished weren't so. He was a nice enough tom, friendly too, but didn't know when to apply pressure to their ramshackle clan. It was either too much or too little in his case.

The silver tabby sat outside of the medicine den, eyeing it and wishing she was inside to listen to whatever was being said. She wanted to be there to defend her brother and support him in anyway she could. Like a good sister would. She stands to attention when she sees Adderfang push through the medicine den entrance. His pelt is bristling and she avoids his eyes as to not draw any of his rage. A familiar and familial black-and-white coat pushed through next, matching blue eyes a blaze. "Frostmoth!" she chirped, trotting over to walk by his side. She opened her mouth to happily tell him some gossip she had heard about Smokewreath, but quickly shut it at the look on his face. "What happened?" Her voice was quiet and she couldn't help but look over her shoulder at the sight of Pineheart and Pigeonpearl leaving as well with similar expressions.

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[Frostmoth]

Frostmoth steps out of the medicine cat den to find that there are other cats eavesdropping on the council meeting (though is it really eavesdropping if it's a screaming match?). He doesn't care. At least, not until he runs smooth into his sister. Frostmoth almost wants to circumvent the conversation altogether, wants to stave off her shock and curiosity until he's cooled off, but he knows that isn't fair to Stormswirl. Her face falls when she sees his expression, and Frostmoth feels a twinge of guilt in his belly. The first he's felt tonight.

"Shit went out of control, that's what," Frostmoth spits unceremoniously, dropping the usual pomp and circumstance that surrounds his words. There's no use for it here and now. He's so angry that he might not even be able to conjure a sentence that sounds formal in any manner. "We should go," he suggests lowly, gesturing towards the entrance "I don't want to continue to be a spectacle." He looks over his shoulder, surprised to see Pineheart and Pigeonpearl stepping out of the den with similarly angry expressions, and then turns to leave camp.

Dawn has only freshly broken, but Frostmoth knows that he wants to sit by the river before the rain inevitably begins. He moves with Stormswirl, but pulls ahead as each angry pawstep is filled with purpose. They reach the river quickly, and Frostmoth sits along its edge. There is a pregnant pause that swells between them as the river bubbles past and soothes the deputy's anger. "Several council members were angry with Pikestar regarding the ShadowClan attack, and he and Jinglemoon both... Didn't take it well." Not taking it well is perhaps not the most detailed way of putting it, but Frostmoth had shut down once Pikestar had begun to thrash he and Adderfang about their anger.

"I feel as if the others see me as a child," he confesses, physically deflating. Though he and Stormswirl are as close as twins can be, this is a moment of rare vulnerability. "If I approach things with meekness I am lacking in experience, and if I take a hard stance on something I'm out of line," he kicks at a stone on the river's edge "I don't understand. I wanted what was best for RiverClan, and treating our neighbors like harmless kits certainly isn't doing the trick." Frostmoth takes another shaky breath, finding the frustration building again in his face "I just don't understand what I'm meant to do."

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