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Originally Posted by Bloody Bandit
Thrushwing had believed that the Dusk Syndicate had finally come to an end. It was five mostly StarClan believing clans against one, they didn't stand a chance anyway, unless by some miracle. But that 'miracle' didn't happen for the evil organization. He listened to Morningblue, giving a small meow of agreeing. Who knows of what they're planning or doing. Simply because of what happened and the Dusk Syndicate's embarrassment, Thrushwing knew that they were stubborn to accept of what was obvious. They lost, they needed to leave, if not; they'd soon be wiped out completely by Grousestar if Thrushwing had to guess. Looking at Morningblue as if he was confused of what Morningblue was talking about, he wondered what was he talking about. It took Thrushwing a moment to remember of WindClan. "Yes, WindClan is also a bigger problem." He replied, knowing that the Dusk Syndicate territory was next to SkyClan. If the Dusk Syndicate had not disbanded and stayed in their territory, ThunderClan would be safe and they would have to get pass SkyClan first if they wanted to have their revenge against ThunderClan. "I've been wondering this, who's at fault now that we're indefinitely going to war with WindClan?" Only after the battle while Snowstar was taking her clan back to their territory, had it struck him that this was pretty much Snowstar's fault for not only pushing Blazingstar but her own self to war. |
Morningblue turned toward the other tom, a look of quiet concern on his face. "Fault? What does fault matter? We are at war and there will be a battle, and we will fight for Thunderclan when we do." Morningblue was not the type of cat to painstakingly analyze a situation. He didn't dwell on his mistakes. He didn't see the point of it. He was a dutiful warrior of Thunderclan and if his leader sent him to battle, then to battle he would go.
(he's a bit of a stoic soldier type.)