[silver.]

eveningdance // he/him // 44 moons
purrks: -

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Chaos. His clan was being plunged into chaos. First it was taking over Cattail Pond. Then it was foxes. Then it was the battle with Shadowclan. And now... Now Mapleface's blood-curdling cries deafen his ears. Having sustained some nasty gashes from his run in with Cunningthroat of Shadowclan, he had been doing his best to rest up, lest he take up valuable time of the medicine cats that were busy with far more important things. But her cries... Her screams... It draws him from his nest and out into the clearing of camp.

The first thing he notices is the scent of fresh blood. Blood and tears and fear scent. It's jarring-- nauseating, really. After having just waded through corpses and bloodshed it shouldn't phase him. But as he lifts his head and scents the air blood mingles with the soft milk scent of...

Kit. The nursery.

Fur bristles defensively and the tabby goes sprinting off toward the nursery. Mismatched gaze counts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 small heads of his litter, staring at him in confusion, before he can allow himself to relax. Not for long, but long enough to reassure himself that his little ones were safe and sound. He whips around and focuses on one of his other beloved children. May it not be by blood, Mapleface was like a daughter to him. He would defend her as such. So he grits his teeth as he pushes through the pain in his belly and he rushes his way toward the Stormcrest to see... Blood... Corpses... A dishelveled Mapleface and a bloodied Bumblestar.

It takes a moment to settle in. What had happened. Slowly, paw steps push him forward toward the front, wide eyes staring at the pained queen standing protectively over her brother's corpse. To him it was obvious. Obvious what had happened. He had never been fond of Cracklekit but... He knew well enough that there were not many that were fond of the peculiar tom. Regardless, family of Mapleface was practically family of his own. Regret pools in his belly at the thought of not getting to know the young tom better. Heaving a shaky sigh, he moves closer to the grieving queen, pressing his cheek to her face as he speaks quietly to her.

"Worry not, my little one. The blood that stains her pelt shall not go unpunished. Whether it be by our anger or the wrath of Starclan."

Hopefully that was comforting enough. If she listened closely enough she could pick out the burning anger that seeped into his usually neutral tone. Brows furrowing he marches his way to stand beside Mapleface below the Stormcrest, rage piercing the flank of their leader from his spot on the ground.

"What is the meaning of this?" He demands, tail lashing behind him. Eveningdance had always sat on the sidelines. Loyal to his clan, loyal to his leader. But this was too far. "Enough is enough, Bumblestar. Sooner rather than later we will all tire of your bloodshed."

mapleface | @Rose // bumblestar | @dino.