Crowtooth
Windclan Tunneler | He/him | 49 Moons
Power Card: Cold Gust
Everyone was enthralled, no one had questions, time to continue.
"Now as I said, had someone been less unstable, less paranoid perhaps peace mightve been maintained, but when has Riverclans leadership ever been that? His name lost to time, and deservedly so, lets call this leader Dirtstar for his reported ~delightful~ personality. He spotted that windclan was camping in sedgewater, and despite their being no rules against it was offended at the location! At a later gathering he even declared that because the river touched it it should be theirs (despite the fact that riverclan doesnt even own the river, only the bank on the other side), and he was furious and scared.
See Dirtstar was a coward, so much so he discarded multiple deputies just because he thought they were out for him despite no evidence. So to him it did not matter that windclan had no enemies in riverclan, or that the sedgewater camp was older then even he was, this simple act on our part demanded death to Dirtstar."
The toms ears pinned as his fangs grit, a low growl rasping its way out of the toms throat.
"This leader had no morals and didnt even give us a war to fight honorably or fairly in. Dirtstar riled his warriors to a frenzy and sent them to sneak onto our land at night.
Prey was killed and left to rot to bait vultures to the area to kill us. An act that forced us even deeper into our tunnel hide out, protected from the raptors in a way our current camp is not which only enraged him.
So he went further and crueler. He had his cats (never him, for that'd risk his own hide) attack lone hunting warriors and murder them. He'd not even leave it there and on his orders their bodies were savaged and left to lure more vultures onto us, and so many clanmates were never even buried for these cruel tactics."
The thought of it all made his fur rise, and Crowtooth could remember his horror of thinking of noble warriors killed by an enemy they werent aware they had and fed to beasts. Dirtstar hadnt even afforded them the decency to bury these cats intact, and had driven the clan to fear the sky they were meant to live under.
Even now to a tunneler the thought was horrid, having been in the clan when they were forced to stay stuck afraid and sheltering underground once before and knowing how badly some cats took it.
"This infestation of vultures saved us in the end. As our moor runners learned to kill the raptors in turn (a skill even now only the best warriors have) Flutterbug was hard at work. Underground routes were put through the entire territory, leading right from the camp to places like the old cliffs.
This saved us when Dirtstar had enough of waiting, and decided to wipe out the entire clan and camp all at once, kits queens elders and all......."
Insert a cliffhanger for questions and dramatic effect.