High Rank Announcement [#hrannouncement]
| Lightningstorm |
Flock Together [Tier 3] - Inactive | Mind Reader - Active
The healers did as healers are wont to do, and Lightningstorm's greeting went mostly ignored with the exception of the long furred calico who called ThunderClan her home. The molly's words were still much slower than when she had first started her apprenticeship, her talking more muted. Paused. Yet she seemed more confident. More at ease with herself. It made the spotted lass smirk at the irony. At how the tyrannical, tantrum throwing leader that had cast giant targets on her medicine cat's backs by killing others' medics somehow seemed to have the more stable duo of healers in the ranks. Or at least... she did most of the time. Drizzlecloud's absence was tangible, and the storm couldn't help but wonder if more than one high rank had been lost this moon.
She didn't bring it up, however. It wasn't her place to ask. Frankly, the less she had to talk, the better. A stark contrast with how she'd started her apprenticeship. She bitterly remembered that optimistic, naive idiot who had taken up the vow to always be there for her clan. To always save them. The signs had been there, even then. She had merely been too ignorant to gauge them.
Saved from having to interact much with the rest of the felines upon her perch, lapis hues turned towards the leader's rest, unsurprised that the tyrant had chosen to speak first. She seemed to lack any patience, that one. Ever since she had started coming to these rat infested meetings, she couldn't remember a single time when the tabby furball hadn't gone ahead with the announcements. It was clear she saw herself as far superior to the other leaders, that much had been clear to her from her first interaction as apprentices with Springlight. One did not have to speak directly to the ThunderClan head to realize just how arrogant she was. Yet even with her disdain for the brash leader, a part of her announcements caught her attention. A half eaten cat at the ShadowClan border? That seemed... odd. In all the stories she'd ever heard, she had only ever known of one clan that had resorted to cannibalism during a trying time, and it hadn't been the dark clan.
She couldn't help herself. Lightningstorm turned to face the colossal leader, curiosity glimmering in her eyes. She almost smirked at how the tabby almost dismissed the other's instant claims with what could only be described as confident nonchalance. It was clear Dawnstar had been bothered by the first news, even as she corrected the other's assumptions of the ThunderClan deputy once again killing cats at first sight. For once it would have appeared that the murders would have been warranted, although the calico couldn't really say she was willing to look the other way on the tom's alleged history of cold blooded slaughter on account of a single act that was at the deputy's favor. Unlike the rest of WindClan, the medicine cat didn't forget about a cat's history on account of one incident. She liked to think she had higher standards of evaluation and assessment than that.
Twilightstar being the last to talk, the wiry framed molly could feel her tail tapping as WindClan's announcements were made. In comparison to ThunderClan and ShadowClan, the moor dwellers really did seem a rather pitiful lot, did they not? One bloody apprentice when compared to multiple warriors and a clan's worth of apprentices for the other two. And the loss of a deputy. Add in the minks, and the state of the clan of vultures was pretty obvious for any to see. Pathetic. Like the warriors that made their home there.
Lightningstorm could no longer see it. Understand it. Her mate's enamourment with WindClan. That wish to become the leader of the clan. Perhaps she thought she could lead the self serving rats to a place of dignity and respect, but the oriental mix simply wasn't sure such a thing was possible. Twilightstar was a magnificent leader, and even under her rule the clan left a lot to be desired. She just couldn't see how sheer positivity and force of will would change anything among the rats WindClan nourished.
Finally, everything had been said and done. The clans knew that WindClan would be waging war on RiverClan, and it seemed that no one objected. It was a fair war, and to the eyes of any - except WindClan itself - Fallownose had been a noble, loyal tom who had worked hard for the clan. Despite having no warm, fuzzy feelings for the deceased deputy herself, it touched her bitter heart some to see even the ThunderClan leader give a moment of respect for the fallen warrior. It was more than some of his own clanmates had afforded him, turning to worthless gossip and defamation even as his body lost the last of its warmth amidst those he had loved. With the news over, however, it was time to leave, and the wiry framed molly turned to leap from her position in the healer's perch, eager to get home. She paused only when Springlight spoke, her ear twitching as she turned to look back, missing the movement of the projectile until it was too late. Until all hell had broken lose on the sandy shores.
Having no clue as to what had happened held little significance to the molly. Lightningstorm operated on unknowns on the daily. Either due to clanmates who where too unconscious to help her help them, or too suspicious of her to give her information that might avoid a misdiagnosis. By instinct she moved. It wasn't a WindClanner that had been hurt, so she made a point of remaining behind. But she wasn't heartless. Much as she claimed to be a cat of logic and reason, she cared too damned much to simply turn around and let go. The tyrant had just offered somber, earnest condolences to Twilightstar at the announcement of Fallownose's murder. More than most of the lilac leader's own clan had done as his body lay in the clearing. She had even offered to make things right. To help pulverize the offending clan. She would do what she could here if need be.
This was Springlight's patient. The healer made no move to take control here. And the calico seemed to know what she was doing. Instantly ordering for the search of... elder leaves? This was not an herb the Abyssinian mix was familiar with, but that mattered little now. She could question the medicine cat later. For now, she would offer her help. If it was wanted. She hadn't a clue if Twilightstar would approve of her actions, but her oath as a medicine cat held true no matter what. She had given her word to him. That she would help
any cat, no matter their rank or position in life. Being punished for doing her bloody job was something she would much prefer to handle over turning her back on everything she had sworn to when she'd chosen this path.
"I've heard two medics are often better than one. Need help here, love?" Lightningstorm asked, standing behind the ThunderClan medicine cat, a silent gesture to make it clear she was here to follow Springlight's direction if needed.
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