The future's in your paws. Shape it well.Roleplay in a cat Clan of warriors. Based off the Warriors series by Erin Hunter. Takes place in an AU before the cats in the books existed.
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It had been a few days since Tigerdance was named deputy, and Brackenwing was currently stretched outside the elder's den, enjoying the feel of the sun against her fur. Her ears still rang from the gathering, she was still dealing with fits of dizziness... But for the moment the elder was almost comfortable. For all that the elder seemed physically relaxed, her mind still turned.
Over and over, the gathering played in the back of her mind. Shrikestorm and Nightstar spitting venom at each other. The way she'd stepped forward with Tigerdance to speak against Shrikestorm and the foolishness they paraded in front of the other clans. Never in a thousand moons would she think herself as someone to speak up at a gathering. She hated those things with a passion. But for once, she had done it. She wondered where this courage had come from, to speak to him so frankly. From Windclan, she thought. Just as she had that cruel morning when Adderdawn and Flutterpetal's bodies had been brought into camp, she had spoken against her leader in front of everyone. The clan had needed someone to do so, and when speaking in the privacy of the leader's den had not worked, speaking in public had been the only option left. Those had not been enjoyable things in the slightest, but someone had needed to.
Smallbean was not exactly... What Brackenwing pictured a leader to be. But the clan had needed to start from somewhere, she supposed. Tigerdance was deputy, and she hoped that her son in all but blood would continue to keep good sense about things. Smallbean would need someone to make the harder decisions, she expected... She just hoped that the two would be able to do the right thing from here on out. That they could guide Windclan out of this never-ending mess with Shadowclan without more death. The elder hadn't felt sure about Windclan's leadership in a very long time, or even half of Windclan's warriors... But maybe things would start to change from the better now.
The clan was growing, new kits in the nursery, Sootstorm and Ferntwist's litter. The two were good warriors and good cats, Brackenwing knew. Sootstorm was perhaps a little misguided... Very misguided, in how he'd so quickly leapt to Shrikestorm's defense when she had taken a swipe at him. Whisperear's furious words rang in her ears. Shrikestorm, so cowardly he needed to be defended from an angry elder... The thought made her snort softly to herself, dark, bitter amusement welling up within her.
Sootstorm padded out of the medicine cat den, resisting every urge in his body to scratch off the globs of herbs that the medicine cats insisted on putting all over his burns. It was a lesson, he supposed, that some arguements are better off not being intervened with. But he didn't regret his stand for his leader for a heartbeat. He wouldn't be who he was today if it wasn't for Shrikestorm, and he had heard of the deeds the former leader had done. Sure, Shrikestorm had made many mistakes, but at the end of the day he was just doing what he felt best for the Clan. It must be horrible to watch the clanmates you love so much turn against you.
The tom paused as he caught sight of Brakenwing outside of the elders' den. From first glance, he might have guessed that the she-cat was just enjoying the sun, but the tenseness in her posture told him all about her current state of mind. Sootstorm had not talked to the elder since he had stopped her from attacking Shrikestorm. He still couldn't imagine what had made him sink his teeth into the one cat that he had turned to everytime he needed assurance.
His paws moved, leading him towards the elder. Whatever he had to say died right there as he stood silently before Brakenwing. Should he apologize? Ask how she was? Sootstorm was for once at a loss for words. Things should not have turned out the way they did, and they wouldn't have if maybe he had kept his mouth shut.
The sound of approaching pawsteps had the elder lifting her head, green eyes half-lidded in the light as Sootstorm approached. As if her thoughts had summoned him. "Yes?" She wasn't sure what he was here for, really. They had been close, she thought of him like a son... But things had been tense lately. And the feel of his fangs in her scruff had not been forgotten.
Was he here to try and put the past aside? Apologize for defending a coward? Her tail twitched back and forth in agitation. She knew Sootstorm well enough to know how much he craved peace... She had thought that her reminders of the need for violence to maintain that peace would come at violence aimed at herself.
