So Am I Wrong? (For all of WindClan, IMPORTANT, everybody post)

"Why would they even think we did it?" Rippedpaw meowed seriously. He sat straight, with his tail curled around him in an attempt to look composed. It still upset him to think that any cat from his clan would unjustly attack an apprentice. The glares and disgusted looks from the other clans still burned in his mind. Before his first gathering, the young tom had so much pride in his clan, but tonight that was clouded by the hatred from the rest of the forest cats.

"RiverClan are always quick to accuse others of committing wrongdoings whilst breaking the code themselves. How many times have they stolen Sunningrocks from ThunderClan? You shouldn't be too surprised, Rippedpaw." Kestrelpaw commented, her tail flicking behind her with unease at the tenseness of this clan meeting. She personally did not feel threatened but the clan was in disarray. Also, though her clanmates didn't notice, she didn't vocally embrace Ashstar, carefully leaving herself free of all commitment.

"That's true," Rippedpaw nodded, "But a territory dispute is a little different from an apprentice showing up brutally injured".

Falconstone who was there the whole time settled his tail onto Kestrelpaw's shoulder. He too, did not loudly vovalize his support. He would, but... She killed his father. "Now now Kestrelpaw..." he murmured.

Taking heed of Falconstone's words, Kestrelpaw ducked her head and chose not to pipe up again. So far, the tom had been quite helpful to her, and as a stranger walking amongst them, she knew better than to trust her own incomplete judgement. Her old ThunderClan prejudices were showing, Falconstone was right. This perhaps was not the right time.